On the other side, Lin Xiao was having a headache looking at the blue cheese that Ms. Martin, the building manager, had brought to the refrigerator.
This kind of biological attack is really difficult to deal with.
On one hand, it's a delicacy beloved by the French, and on the other hand, it's the building manager's way of giving back to Lin Xiao for the gift she gave him last time.
On the other hand, the difficulty level of eating it is comparable to asking a foreigner to eat stinky tofu or a southerner to drink soy milk.
Throwing it away is absolutely inappropriate; if the building manager finds out, it would be a direct slap in the face to the other party. But I really can't bring myself to eat it.
Lin Xiao thought for a moment and decided to give it to someone who could eat it, so as not to waste Ms. Martin's good intentions.
Wang Wei was born and raised in Paris; his family immigrated there in his father's generation, so he should be able to adapt to the unique local flavors.
Having figured out how to handle the cheese, she felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
In the evening, Lin Xiao decided to go to the bakery on the corner downstairs to buy some bread sandwiches for dinner.
There is no gas in this building, but Ms. Martin said that induction cookers and other electric heating appliances can be used.
She also thoughtfully told Lin Xiao that because the building was quite old, its smoke alarm system was not as stringent as that of newer buildings.
Automatic smoke alarms are installed on every floor, but not in the rooms.
So if she wants to cook Chinese food, as long as there's no open flame and her neighbors on the same floor don't complain, there's no problem.
Lin Xiao smiled and thanked her for her kindness. She had already heard from other friends who were studying abroad that food was a major challenge.
I don't like Western food, and I don't know how to cook Chinese food. Even if I did know how, many countries have buildings with extremely sensitive alarm systems for open flames and fumes, which are directly connected to the local fire department.
A friend of hers in Germany was fined 300 euros after she cooked braised pork at home, which triggered the fire alarm system. Even after the fire truck arrived and she explained the situation, it was no use.
When she recounted this experience to her friends back home with righteous indignation, they ridiculed her for eating a charcoal-braised pork dish that cost over two thousand yuan.
Because of the firefighters' sudden arrival, she was so busy dealing with the situation that she forgot to turn off the stove, and the meat was burned black.
Now it's Lin Xiao's turn to experience this situation firsthand.
She was very fortunate that she rented this old, small apartment, where the alarm wouldn't be triggered every time she cooked, and she also met a building manager who was very knowledgeable about these things.
Ms. Martin has managed this building for many years. Because there are often Southeast Asian guests in the building, she knows that the French cuisine she is so proud of is not very popular with the children from these countries.
They prefer to cook their own country's cuisine at home, especially Chinese students.
She has dealt with complaints from neighbors about overly strong or spicy flavors more than once, and she has always been able to resolve them properly.
The matter is usually resolved amicably by the chef gifting some food to the neighbor, who then raves about it.
Of course, Chinese children who understand social etiquette will often share some with the building manager at this time.
Ms. Martin always ate to her heart's content, so she actually really liked these students or tourists from other places.
This is one of the reasons why she told Lin Xiao not to worry too much about cooking.
But what she didn't expect was that Lin Xiao was a pampered young lady in China, with two maids in charge of the kitchen, so she actually didn't know how to do much.
This is why, in the past few days, besides eating at restaurants, Lin Xiao has only cooked instant noodles once and fried an egg once in his room.
She had already been to the Asian supermarket recommended by Wang Wei, and bought some rice, flour, and cooking oil, but she hadn't dared to make any purchases yet.
"Humans really do degenerate," Lin Xiao thought to himself.
She remembers that before her family became wealthy, she was only in elementary school, and she would help her mother cook one or two simple dishes.
More than a decade has passed, and I can't even control the heat when cooking instant noodles anymore.
She made up her mind that she would just make do with whatever she could today, but tomorrow, she would definitely start practicing cooking for herself!
Many international students learn how to cook as their first lesson abroad, because eating foreign food for a long time can really make them cry and even cause depression.
As a result, these children are often teased after returning home, saying that whether they have learned anything else is unknown, but going abroad to study is at least equivalent to taking a course at New Oriental Culinary School, and their cooking skills have certainly improved.
The allowance given to Lin Xiao by her father was actually enough for her daily expenses, even if she ate out or ordered takeout every day.
However, due to her family's special circumstances, she always had a deep sense of uncertainty, unsure of her place in her father's heart, and unsure whether she would ever have a place in the family again.
Especially after Feng Jinglin joined this big family, the relationships between her and her stepmother, sister, and even her biological father, Lin Haitao, became more subtle and complicated.
Her father had always disagreed with her studying abroad. However, after her sister and Feng Jinglin officially announced their engagement but before they were even engaged, Lin Haitao began to encourage her study abroad plans, which she had mentioned before but had long since put aside. He said that as long as Lin Xiao was willing, he would fully support her.
Her stepmother and sister were even more eager for her to leave the family, because it was Lin Xiao, not his current fiancée Lin Xue, who had grown up with Feng Jinglin as his childhood sweetheart.
This past event, no matter who is popular or who holds power in this family now, cannot be changed or erased.
Her father, stepmother, and sister all wholeheartedly agreed, making it seem as if she had no choice but to leave.
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