I'm cooking in the interstellar

Chapter 81 The Queen’s Worries

Potato wedges, which are as large as one potato, are just a snack after meals for Hughes. Although he usually doesn’t eat much, Amedeo, as an adult, said: Roots!Book!No!enough!eat!

So, the chef who was peeling the tomatoes with a grimace got good news and bad news.

The good news is that the tomato sauce can wait until tomorrow.

The bad news is, the young master wants to eat French fries.

And just when he mixed the cornstarch and prepared to put it into the pot, the butler George came over and informed him that the young master had something to go out and would not eat.

The worker's anger completely exploded at this moment. The chef (screamed) (twisted) (crawled darkly) (crawled) (twisted) (creeped darkly) (rolled) (crawled violently) (twisted): "I ! Want! Resign! "

"The young master said that you have worked hard, so this month's salary will be counted as three times." The housekeeper thought to himself that he was crazy again and wanted to take advantage of the chef. He simply pretended not to hear and asked him, "Huh? What did you just say?"

"Ah (ˉ▽ˉ;)...I mean, it's not hard, it's not hard, I love working overtime!" The chef hated himself for not living up to expectations, but he was given too much.

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"You kid, why are you causing trouble to your uncle?" Mrs. Russell's communication interrupted Amedeo's evolution towards the complete lemon essence.Amedeo's beauty should have been mostly inherited from her. At this time, this gorgeous woman with a very good temperament even without makeup frowned slightly, and the eyebrows of mother and son looked more similar.

"Come here quickly, we don't have to eat, but I can leave you time for dessert after the meal."

Before Amedeo could even reply with a "hmm", his troubled mother had already hung up the phone.

It seems that my mother went to accompany my aunt again today. Ever since Hughes was reported to have been injured and comatose, my aunt, as the queen, has often felt sick due to excessive worries.Thinking about it now, she most likely knew about Hughes' disappearance.

Sitting in a suspended supercar bound for the palace, Amedeo, who was accustomed to staying away from family affairs and focusing on making money, reflected on himself for the first time. If he had been more in touch with his family, perhaps the news about Hughes would not have been passed on. It was so difficult, and it only made my aunt and uncle worry for another day.

"Master, there is something I think I should tell you...Madam, she..." The butler, who was still not letting him worry even though they were sitting in the front seat, suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

"George, be quiet. We will see Madam in a moment. Is there anything we can't say in person?"

Mrs. Russell went to the palace today, just as her son had guessed, to accompany her restless sister.But the reason that caused Theresia's pain today was different from before, because her son was found by the old housekeeper through the Star Network, and he seemed to be doing pretty well.But now that there are federal spies inside and outside the palace, the couple cannot meet with Hughes immediately.

As a qualified "wife doting maniac", after King James accidentally discovered the clue about his son yesterday, he immediately shared it with his wife who has been neglecting food and tea for days.

"Wenger's granddaughter is a fan of this anchor. When he clicked on the food video shared by the child yesterday, he found that the little guy next to him was very similar to Hughes." Before going to bed, after repeatedly confirming his wife's mental state, James Open the terminal and show her the video.

"Oh my God!" As soon as the furry little head came out of the camera, Theresa was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her hands, as if she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.When a close-up was taken of Lucky, who had a big mouth and ate small dried fish, tears fell down like broken beads. She sobbed and leaned on her husband's chest, "How did he become like this, oh my poor child." "After finishing the dried fish, Hughes licked his mouth with unfinished content. Seeing that the little anchor ignored him, he even licked the crumbs on the plate.

"I'm going to find him right now, my dear, Hughes has become so small and can't even eat enough. He needs us!" Theresa suppressed her face until her face turned red. She must have been hungry. Why would her charming little son openly lick his plate?

Holding the trembling shoulders in his arms and patting her gently to comfort her, James looked like he wanted to stop talking, so he had to pull the progress bar and said to her: "Don't be impatient yet, just look down."

The ferocious piece of pork suet that the anchor showed just now was fried to golden brown in the pot and looked delicious. After taking it out, she tasted several pieces in succession to see if the enjoyment was not fake.And just when Theresa was about to accuse her of only caring about her own food and not caring about her son's life and death, this little girl who looked young not only gave a portion to Hughes, but also thoughtfully asked the robot to lower him. temperature.

This was a detail that even a mother like her had never paid attention to.

Then came Hughes's personal mukbang show. Watching the little guy's eyes widen in shock at the delicious food in his mouth, and then chewing one bite after another, wagging his little tail and flying with joy, Theresia couldn't bear it. He swallowed his saliva.

"Well, it's not enough for it to just eat these, and it's all dry. It doesn't even have to drink saliva." The voice that was originally trembling with anger returned to calmness, and the old mother tried to find new evidence that her son was not doing well.

The husband's sigh was heard in his ears. He didn't speak this time, but just dragged the progress bar again.

This time it was a plate of oily lard residue and fried vegetables. Even though she knew that her son hated vegetables, looking at the ingredients on this plate, she felt that it should be full of meaty aroma through the screen.Sure enough, Hughes showed a big mouthful of vegetables, which made his old mother, who had tried her best to coax him to eat vegetables since childhood, shed tears again.

Theresa was aggrieved. It turned out that the baby food she made by herself was delicious. !

Immediately afterwards, the little anchor brought another mixed mashed potato that was said to taste better and be easier to digest. He didn't even bother to eat. He first prepared a solid plate of mashed potato + oily green vegetables for Hughes. The water was thoughtfully poured into the small bowl next to it, and there was absolutely nothing to criticize about it.

"I feel that Lucky's appetite is increasing visibly. Can all the kittens in the interstellar world eat this much?" The little girl's doubtful question was deafening. Theresa covered her face again, this time feeling sorry for her son who had an excessive appetite. ashamed.

She looked back at James, who had a "Do you understand?" look on his face. She knew that her husband must have gone through his own mental journey just now. She hesitated for a few seconds and asked him: "Or, let's go give this little anchor some money to express our condolences." ?”

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Early the next morning, Mrs. Russell went to the palace without any makeup to look for her sister without even bothering to dress up. She was startled by the appearance of the person in front of her. Although she was listless yesterday, nothing serious happened. Why didn't she see her all night? My sister’s face is swollen like this?

"Did you cry last night? Was there news about Hughes, or did James bully you?" The grumpy Mrs. Russell saw that her sister, who had been pampered by the whole family since she was a child, had become like this. She felt so distressed that she spoke. He wanted to drag her out and ask James for an explanation.

"No, sister!" Theresa quickly took her sister's arm, avoiding her confused gaze with some embarrassment, and explained, "Last night, James and I had a late-night snack together, and I woke up with edema in the morning."

"..." Mrs. Russell's silence made Theresia want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it even more.

　I originally wanted to write something serious, but the style of this book is relaxed and loving, so in the end I positioned the Hughes family as happy comedies hahh
　　This chapter is from yesterday, there are 2-3 more chapters to be updated tonight, new weather in November, the author is working hard to type.
　　
　
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