Chapter 618 (1/2)
She sat quietly in time, and he stood silently behind her.
She's listening to stories about him in another world.
And he watched her silently.
After listening to every word for a long time, she put down her mobile phone.
”Mr. king, I think I should go back!”
”Just a moment. Dinner will be ready soon.”
She really didn't want to brush his mind, just waiting in silence.
More than ten minutes later, he came to invite her to dinner.
”I'm not good at cooking. Please forgive me.”
After sitting down, she smelled the smell of the food.
Floating in the tip of the nose, are once familiar with the smell of home.
The man thoughtfully divided the food and put it on her plate.
”Try it. This is steamed spareribs with flour...”
He tapped the plate with his chopsticks.
She neatly put a piece of ribs in her mouth, which is a familiar hometown flavor.
Although it's very good in Australia, you can't eat authentic home food. Murong family also has cooks.
But after living in Australia for such a long time, their eating habits are westernized, and traditional Chinese food can't be found.
At this time, ye Mianmian eating this familiar dish, she was very moved.
On this day, she had the most satisfying meal.
”Come on, to celebrate our cooperation, have a drink!”
He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.
She held the wine glass in her hands, smiling and facing him.
”OK, come on...”
She took a sip of it with a soft clink.
Is a good red wine, with the aroma of grapes, sweet with mellow, memory, seems to have drunk.
People who didn't like drinking at all were attracted by the aroma of the wine, so she took another sip unconsciously.
”What does Mr. king do?”
She chatted casually.
His words were very few. He seemed indifferent to everything and gave an understatement.
Maybe it's because he was drunk, or maybe it's because he turned on the music.
She didn't understand what he was saying and forgot what he said.
”Do you like this dish?”
”It's very good. It's my favorite taste!”
”This steamed fish, hot and sour Potatoes...”
On the table, he gently counted about seven or eight dishes.
Every dish tastes authentic.
”I didn't expect that Mr. king was such a good cook? Does Mr. King run a restaurant? ”
She asked curiously. She liked every dish very much, especially the bowl of fish ball soup. She hadn't eaten such delicious fish balls for a long time.
”Actually, I didn't make them. I made a reservation at the hotel. All I did was heat them up.”
”Poof, I'll tell you how Mr. king can make so many dishes in such a short time with his hands.”
”Just like it!”
”Thank you for doing so much for me. Come on, I'll respect you...”
On this day, ye Mianmian had a good time. She clinked glasses with him again.
This time, she still drank all the wine in her glass.
This meal is very slow.
With him, she has no strange feeling.