Mya didn't know how long it would take. She watched the noodles rolling in the pot. When she tried to stir them, she almost scalded her hand.
She guessed the tand observed it from tto time. When she felt it was about time, she picked them up for Finnley.
She put the plate on the table and said, "Taste it." Finnley looked at the plain noodles. It smelt tasteless. He took the plate helplessly and tried his best to keep calm.
"Eat them. There are more in the pot!" She happily took off her apron, turned around and took out another plate, and then sat down opposite him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMya looked at him and asked in confusion, "What are you waiting for? Eat it." Finnley tasted the noodles. To his surprise, he even thought it was sweet. He was moved.
"Ah!" Mya spat out the noodles, "I didn't add salt!" Finnley couldn't help laughing. "You didn't add salt, oil, or any ingredients. Why didn't you add an egg?" Mya didn't know how to answer his questions. She said, "I didn't know how to cook noodles." Finnley looked at her apologetic face and said in a relaxed tone, "It doesn't matter. Letadd something to it." Then he took the noodles into the kitchen.
"Hey, are you okay?" Mya stood up and followed him in. "You are injured. You should have more rest." Finnley wanted to say he wouldn't be affected by the small wound.
But when he saw the noodles in the pot, he was stunned. What was it? Was she preparing sfeast? "What's wrong?" Mya stood beside him, looked at him, and asked cautiously, "are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?" "Why do you cook so much?" He looked at her and asked, "Can we finish them?" "l didn't know." She answered carefully, "I was afraid it would not be enough. | didn't put so many in the pot, but it got more and more when | cooked, just like magic." Finnley was speechless. After a long while, he said, "Get out.” "You..." "Get out." He said, "If you don’t want to get oily or get this weird smell in the kitchen." Mya didn't feel that he was angry, but his tone was firm. She didn't want him to say the swords again and again, so she turned around and left silently.
She sat in the chair. The latest episode of Love in Violet Gold Bay was just out, but she was not in the mood to watch it.
She thought about what had happened in the snack street just now. She still had a bad feeling and felt sorry for Finnley.
Damn Tim! He must pay for it! Mya picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Miss, what can | do for you?" Mya said to the man, "At about eight o'clock tonight in Moonlight Street, that fat man, Tim Towns, provokedand hurt a friend of mine with a beer bottle. Go to get the surveillance video. He must stay in jail for sdays." "Yes, miss. I'll report to you when things are done.” After hanging up the phone, Mya was still annoyed. As the daughter of the mayor, she had never used her father's power. But today, she just couldn't stand that guy anymore.
After a while, the aroma of the noodles pervaded the air and cinto her nose.
She looked at the kitchen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFinnley cout with two plates of noodles. The noodles smelled delicious. There were ribs and mushrooms, and her favorite coriander in it.
Definitely, Finnley had added oil and salt.
Finnley put the plate in front of her and handed her the fork.
"Thank you." Mya took it over with a little embarrassment. "Sorry that you have to cook yourself." "It doesn't matter,” Finnley said in a calm tone and sat down opposite her. "We have packed up shrimps. You can also eat them." "I'm not in the mood to eat.” She was thinking if the accident would still have happened if she hadn't gone to eat shrimp.
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