Chapter 82 Kua Kua Shi Yin is online
The next day.
Shi Yin got up at seven o'clock as usual.
She opened the app that tracked her sleep duration. Last night, she had slept for five hours and three minutes. Shi Yin typed a text message to Dr. Rong: "My blood sugar is normal, and my sleep hasn't been affected."
In the past, she would eat something sweet to relieve her mood, but that would make her unable to sleep at night.
Blood sugar also rises.
I ate so much at the amusement park yesterday, but I feel fine.
[Doctor Rong]: "Let's go to the amusement park when we have time."
[Doctor Rong]: "Take your husband with you."
Shi Yin thought so too.
When she left the park yesterday, she also bought an annual pass for Han Zhan. Having been solitary in her youth, she was well accustomed to the solitude of a life on her own. Perhaps it was because of her age, but she felt that a couple was also a good idea.
He talks a lot.
It's comfortable to listen to his gossip.
He is also afraid of ghosts.
It added a touch of color to her otherwise ordinary trip.
Shi Yin thought that she might never forget the first time she and Han Zhan went to the amusement park together on March 2nd, especially when they stepped into the haunted house. He threw away all disguises, and out of the most primitive human instinct of fear, he grabbed the corner of her clothes and hid behind her with his head poking out.
Shi Yin lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
After a quick wash, she changed into an early spring dress and a light apricot knitted cardigan. She walked to the bedside table in her bedroom, opened the drawer, and pulled out various medicine jars, swallowing them one by one with water.
"bite!"
The phone vibrated.
The assistant sent a message: "Director, the shareholders' meeting will be held at 9:00 this morning. All senior executives must attend. Please be there on time."
Shi Yin: “I know.”
She went downstairs and headed towards the dining room. After a few steps, she saw her usual spot at the table. On it sat a white porcelain plate. Inside, there was an ugly fried egg, two small, sliced cherry tomatoes, and a curving arc of red ketchup. The whole thing looked like a smiley face so ugly it made you want to cry.
"Sir, it has to be done on a low heat."
"A big fire is a big fire, a small fire is a small fire, what is a slow fire?"
"A simmer is a small, gentle fire."
"Can't understand."
"If you don't stir it, the Tremella soup will become mushy!"
Shi Yin's eyes paused, and she started walking towards the sound. She paused before reaching the English-style glass door of the kitchen. Han Zhan, wearing her Lazy Sheep-patterned apron, was stiffly cooking Tremella porridge, a spoon in her right hand and a bowl in her left.
The butler was giving instructions from the side.
The effect is not significant.
Han Er listened, argued, and his hands moved uncontrollably. Seeing the white fungus in the pot gurgling and about to overflow, the housekeeper quickly turned off the heat, covered the pot, and grabbed Han Zhan. The spurted out boiling porridge fell onto the stove, making a mess.
Housekeeper: "Sir, tell me the truth, you actually intend to starve your wife to death, right?"
Han Zhan: “…”
Han Zhan picked up a spoon and skimmed the ugly porridge on the stove. He had clearly cooked it according to the housekeeper's instructions, so why was it so different from what the housekeeper had made?
It must be because of the porridge.
The quality of this box of white fungus is very poor.
Han Zhan took a deep breath and said, "Call a lawyer and sue this mess."
Butler: "The defendant no longer exists."
He took the soup spoon from Han Er's hand and went to clean the stain on the stove. As he did so, he said, "My wife will be down soon. I don't want her to find out that you failed to cook porridge, so I took off my apron and went to sit in the dining room."
“Actually, I’m a pretty good cook.”
"Yeah, that egg on the table outside, I fried seven or eight until I got one that was halfway decent. Luckily you don't cook every day, otherwise the chickens on the farm would be crying, and no matter how many eggs they lay, they wouldn't be enough for you to squander."
"Uncle Han, you don't have to be so blunt."
"I thought I was being tactful."
"not at all."
"so--"
"Don't tell Shi Yin that I cooked this morning!" Han Zhan quickly took off his apron, straightened his clothes, and repeatedly reminded her: "The smiling eggs in the restaurant outside also say that they were fried by you. After some time, I will practice it well and then show off in front of her."
"knew."
The butler nodded.
Looking at Han Er's hurriedly leaving back, Uncle Han smiled silently, called the servants beside him to put the breakfast they had prepared in advance on the plate, and then went to clean up the mess left by the second young master.
This guy didn't sleep the whole night last night.
In the middle of the night, she ran to his guest room, took a Chinese breakfast recipe book, squatted at the head of his bed, and whispered, "Uncle Han, I want to make breakfast for Shi Yin tomorrow, but I don't understand the recipe. Can you teach me personally?"
Han Zhan has never been into the kitchen.
I can't cook at all.
Many years ago, he was sent abroad to study. Upon arriving in the United States, he was ill for a few days because he hadn't adapted to the temperature. My young husband was cooking for the first time. I followed a video tutorial to make noodles for him, but I forgot to add salt and put too much soy sauce. The taste could only be described as "unpalatable."
But.
The boy came to him holding the bowl of steaming noodles. His hands were covered with blisters from the boiling water, his hair was hanging messily on his face, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Calling him over and over again: "Uncle Han."
That moment.
All the delicious things in the world cannot compare to that bowl of noodles.
Similarly, when Han Er appeared in his room last night and said he wanted to make breakfast for Shi Yin, the housekeeper understood that the "disaster star" who was ostracized by everyone in the circle and the unfavored second lady in the Shi family had been noticed by the master and kept in his heart.
…
The other side.
Shi Yin quickly returned to the corridor outside the restaurant.
Take a few deep breaths.
Pretending to have seen and heard nothing, she walked back in. A moment later, she ran into Han Zhan who had just come out of the kitchen.
The two suddenly looked at each other.
Everyone feels guilty.
Han Zhan was more obviously depressed, so he spoke first: "I went to the kitchen to see if Uncle Han had made breakfast. Wife, why are you up so early today? It's only 7:20."
Shi Yin stumbled, "I went to bed early last night."
She said.
He subconsciously glanced at the plates on the table.
Han Zhan's gaze was drawn over by her. Seeing the ugly thing on the plate, he coughed twice and smiled: "I guess it was made by the new servant. The craftsmanship is not good. I asked someone to take it away."
"I think it's good."
"good?"
"Hmm." Shi Yin walked over, picked up a piece of cherry tomato with a fork, and put it in his mouth, then took a bite of the fried egg. The egg had a burnt smell and seemed to have some broken eggshell. He got up early in the morning to make breakfast, fried eggs and porridge. Although neither of them succeeded, the thought was precious.
Shi Yin chewed.
The expression on his face remained unchanged.
He chewed it about a dozen times and swallowed it hard.
"How is it? Does it taste okay? How does it compare to what Uncle Han made?"
Han Zhan asked three questions in a row. As soon as he asked them, he realized that he was a little anxious. He wanted to say something to cover it up, but he saw Shi Yin looking up, her eyes shining, and she praised: "The fried eggs are delicious, the cherry tomatoes are sweet and sour, and the plating is also very beautiful. She has a very cute smile. This new servant is amazing. I definitely can't do it as well as I did."
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