Chapter 92: Testing
Finally, Tang Susu treated He Zhimo's wound. She packed up the medicine box and put it back where it was.
By this time, the moon had already risen in the night sky, and the noise outside had long disappeared.
The wind blew gently, and the shadows of the trees swayed outside the window.
Tang Susu touched her empty belly, and her stomach had already protested quietly.
She lowered her head to look at He Zhimo, "Did you have dinner tonight?"
The man looked at her with heavy eyes and shook his head.
"What do you want to eat?" Tang Susu lowered her head and took out her cell phone to order.
He Zhimo's arm was injured and he had lost so much blood, so he needed to replenish it.
When the man saw that she wanted to order takeout, he said, "Noodles, I want to eat now."
Tang Susu was stunned. When did he start to like eating noodles?
"Noodles? Anything else? I can help you order some..."
The man interrupted her, looking at her with his dark eyes, "I just want noodles, and I want to eat them now."
Tang Susu was stunned for a second, then she curved her eyes and said, "If you want to eat it now, I'm the only one who can cook it."
It just so happened that she knew how to cook noodles and had cooked for He Zhimo before.
He ate it all and praised her for cooking well!
"Okay." The man nodded.
She lowered her head again and stared at him, "Don't despise me."
"good."
Tang Susu went into the kitchen.
The kitchen is clean and beautiful, and the kitchen utensils are shining.
She put on a pure white apron, full of confidence. She wanted to cook the most delicious noodles for He Zhimo.
But she forgot that she hadn't cooked for more than three years and her cooking skills had become rusty.
After an hour, Tang Susu looked into the pot. Each piece seemed a little hard. She picked up one with chopsticks, let it cool for a while, and opened her mouth.
The next second, she vomited directly into the trash can, not cooked.
She turned on the fire again and continued to cook for a while.
This time, she looked down at the soft noodles in the pot, picked up the chopsticks and scooped up one. It was edible, but it was overcooked and had a bad taste.
Tang Susu bit her lip, poured out a pot of noodles, and cooked another one.
Ten minutes later, Tang Susu looked down at the noodles in the pot and was about to cry. She forgot to add a little oil and the noodles stuck together.
She gripped the chopsticks with her fingers, picked up one, and got a lump of noodles stuck to it.
Wearing a small apron, she poked her head out of the kitchen and shouted to the living room, "He Zhimo, it might take a while, don't worry!"
The man said in a deep voice, "No rush."
She went back to the kitchen and stared at the mushy noodles in the pot. She had already eaten all the noodles in the refrigerator.
Her eyebrows curved and she took out her cell phone from her pocket with her slender white fingers.
Fortunately, she was smart and just placed an order for takeout, otherwise He Zhimo would have gone hungry.
The rider had already arrived downstairs of the community.
In high-end residential areas, security guards do not allow riders to enter the apartment buildings.
She took off her apron and was about to go out to get takeout. "He Zhimo, I'm going to the supermarket downstairs to buy something."
In the living room, the man stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll accompany you."
Tang Susu waved her slender white hands, "No need, I'll be right back. Your hand is injured, so just take a good rest."
She ran out quickly and closed the door.
Tang Susu hurried downstairs, took it outside, and hurried up again.
She was about to ring the doorbell, but found that the man had left the door open for her, and her heart softened unconsciously.
He Zhimo was just like Guo Xian. Even though he didn't remember her, he was still very nice to her.
She took it outside and the man was not in the living room.
"He Zhimo."
The man walked out of the restaurant.
Tang Susu quickly ran over, "Your noodles..."
The next second, she found that the man had eaten most of her noodles.
"Why are you eating that?" She put the takeaway she had just brought on the table and handed it to him, "Eat this."
He Zhimo insisted on eating the noodles that Tang Susu cooked together, "It's delicious!"
"How can it be delicious? It's mushy and stuck together." Tang Susu pouted.
The man just sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles, and ate it carefully.
He looked up at her and commented, "It's delicious."
Tang Susu was stunned.
Her He Zhimo, even though he doesn't remember her now, is still as caring as Guo Dian.
Even though he knew that the food she cooked was not very tasty, he still forced himself to say it was delicious in order to comfort her.
She lowered her head and watched the man eat noodles. He Zhimo sat upright, his slender fingers gripping the chopsticks, his movements elegant and noble, exactly as she remembered.
But the next second, her attention fell on He Zhimo's bandaged hand. The sleeves of his black haute couture shirt were cut off a lot, revealing his pale arm.
The injured man, with torn sleeves, eating her mushy noodles, actually had a kind of broken beauty.
Eating can be so beautiful.
Having good looks is an advantage. Even if this person is wearing a sack, he still has a kind of abject beauty.
He Zhimo obviously noticed Tang Susu's gaze. He was stunned and looked down at his tattered sleeves. He was just looking forward to her cooking noodles for him in the kitchen and even forgot to change his clothes.
He put down his chopsticks and stood up immediately, "I'm going to change my clothes."
Tang Susu quickly followed him and asked, "Do you need my help?"
The man suddenly stopped and looked at her with his dark eyes.
Tang Susu was stunned, and suddenly realized what a lewd thing she had just said.
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