Where does the memoryless wife go?

Chapter 119 It's Better Than the Lunch

No record of a woman who looked similar to Yingshan could be found at the airport, so Long Xiaoteng never thought about this possibility.

Now the rebroadcast of the game gave him instructions. It is very likely that Cat is a loyal Chelsea fan. Assuming that she watched the game live on August 8, she was very impressed.

It was so deep that even if she lost her memory, when the picture reappeared, she still remembered the details of the entire game.

She also arrived in Jincheng on August 8th, coming from London!
Suddenly Long Xiaoteng stood up and walked out of the private room, dialed Ye Shan's phone in the corridor, "Tell Sam to go to London immediately..."

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During the intermission of the game, Wu Xiaodong finally came in pushing the dining car.He cooked eight dishes and one soup, four cold and four hot, in less than an hour.

"Except for the ready-made soup, I made the rest by myself, to see if it suits someone's appetite." Wu Xiaodong sat down, and the waiter brought the dishes one by one.

"bergamot spare ribs, crabapple and mushrooms, fish maw with hundreds of flowers, steamed dongxingban..." the waiter introduced while serving the dishes, "it's the beginning of autumn, so I specially chose the old duck soup with winter melon, barley and rice, which moistens the lungs and eliminates dampness."

Seeing Wu Xiaodong's incomparably terrified expression, Long Xiaoteng picked up his chopsticks angrily, and picked up a piece of pork ribs. It's best for me to swallow it, otherwise I'll make fun of you.

The result was just like the bowl of noodles that night, Long Xiaoteng was amazed.

He put another spare rib on Luo Yingshan's plate, "It's still edible."

Seeing Long Xiaoteng's awkward expression, Luo Yingshan knew that it must be super delicious, but he was too embarrassed to praise Wu Xiaodong.I don't know why these two people are not right.

"It's delicious, Wu Xiaodong, your cooking is really good, it's even better than the lunch we ate." Luo Yingshan's compliment was blunt.

Long Xiaoteng scoffed at Luo Yingshan's words, the restaurant they ate at noon was also a famous restaurant, the chef was professional, how could this kid compare?

But he thought so, but the hand holding the vegetables didn't stop.

Wu Xiaobo finally felt relieved after seeing the behavior of their husband and wife. He was afraid that the dishes cooked by his second child would not be able to taste their mouths. If Long Xiaoteng was unhappy with the meal and divested in a fit of anger, the Wu family would suffer a great loss .

Now it seems that the dishes made by the second child are very suitable for the couple's taste.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaobo also picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks. To be honest, he and his father objected to his second son entering the kitchen. Although he always knew that he liked to cook, he had never tasted it.

This mouthful of fish even surprised Wu Xiaobo himself. The fish was steamed just right, the meat was tender and juicy, and it had to be said that it tasted really good.

It was Wu Xiaodong's prediction that Luo Yingshan liked to eat, and Long Xiaoteng was naturally no problem. Although he was always eccentric and didn't say a word, his actions already represented everything.

Just secretly watching his elder brother's expression, Wu Xiaodong's palms were sweating. He was not nervous when cooking just now, but now seeing his stern expression, he is very nervous.

In the afternoon, he was forcibly dragged by his elder brother to inspect, and he didn't expect to meet Luo Yingshan. The elder brother wanted to please Long Xiaoteng, so of course he would accompany him all afternoon, so that he could play with Yingshan.

It's just that Luo Yingshan would be so righteous, asking him to cook for them in front of his elder brother, she didn't know how long he had been looking forward to this day, how much he wanted to cook a meal for his father and brother.

He believed that if they would try it, it would change his mind about his desire to be a chef.

(End of this chapter)