I don’t know how long it will take to cook, but Han Jiamei watched them roll happily in the pot, and almost burned her hands when she used a shovel.
I calculated the time myself, and observed it again and felt that it was almost done, so I took a bowl of it with chopsticks.
He brought the bowl to the dining table through a wet rag, "It's OK."
Mo Fan looked at the clear soup and soft noodles in front of him, which had no fragrance at all. He took the chopsticks she handed over and felt that he was serving his sentence.
"Don't be polite, eat, there's still something in the pot after eating!" She happily untied her apron, turned around and brought out another bowl, and then sat down opposite him.
Han Jiamei looked at him and asked in confusion, "What are you standing there? Eat?"
Mo Fan picked up a small handful of noodles and put them in his mouth. He tasted a sweet and touching smell.
"Ah!" Han Jiamei spit out the noodles that were in her mouth, "I didn't even add salt!"
Mo Fan couldn't help laughing, "You didn't just add salt? You didn't even add oil, and there were no ingredients. At least you could fry a poached egg?"
"..." She was asked by this series of questions, "I have never cooked noodles."
Mo Fan looked at her apologetic look and his tone was relaxed, "It doesn't matter, I'll go back to the pot." Then he brought these two bowls of white noodles into the kitchen.
"Hey, can you do it?" Han Jiamei got up and followed in, "You are the injured, so you should have more rest."
Originally, Mo Fan wanted to say, what is this small injury?
But when he saw the pot of white noodles, he was stunned, "..." This must be at least the amount of six people.
"What's wrong?" Han Jiamei stood beside him, looked at him, and asked carefully, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"
"Why did you cook so much?" he turned his eyes, "Are you a pig?"
"I'm not." She replied weakly in front of his eyes, "I'm afraid I won't have enough. I didn't put too much, but as I cooked, it became more, just like magic."
Mo Fan was speechless, his tone was faint, "You go out."
"you……"
"Go out," he said, "the kitchen smoke smells a lot."
Han Jiamei felt that he was not angry, but her tone was firm and she didn't want him to say the same thing many times, so she turned around and left silently.
She sat down in the dining chair. "Love in Purple Gold Bay" has just been updated in an episode, but she is not in the mood to watch it.
When she recalled the scene that happened on the snack street just now, she was still worried and felt sorry for Mo Fan.
That fat man! I don’t want to live anymore!
Han Jiamei picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number—
"Miss, what are you asking?"
Han Jiamei said to him, "On Moon Street, around 8 o'clock tonight, that fat man Zhang Yuhao asked for trouble and injured a friend of mine with a beer bottle. You can go and transfer the surveillance camera to find evidence and send him to the police station to check in.
sky."
"Yes, Miss, I'll reply to you after the matter is done."
After the call ended, Han Jiamei was furious. As the mayor's daughter, she never abused her private rights. In fact, this was not considered an abuse of private rights. She just couldn't stand that guy anymore.
After a while, the strong aroma of noodles filled the air and floated into her nose.
She looked to the kitchen—
Mo Fan came out with two bowls of noodles, which were fragrant and the soup was very good. It contained pork ribs and mushrooms, and it was sprinkled with her favorite coriander.
There must have been oil and salt.
Putting the bowl in front of her, Mo Fan handed her a pair of chopsticks.
"Thank you." Han Jiamei took it with a little embarrassedly, "I also want you, the injured, to cook in person."
"It's okay." Mo Fan said calmly and sat down opposite her, "The shrimps are packed back, you can eat them too."
"I'm not in the mood to eat it." She was wondering, if she didn't go to eat shrimp, wouldn't it happen tonight?
"Are you blaming yourself?" Mo Fan guessed.
"Where is it?" she didn't want to admit, "It's not me who hurt you? What's my fault?"