Interstellar Mecha Chef

Chapter 67
Seeing that his elder brother and father were about to quarrel, Lin Miaomiao wisely decided to take the first step.

Before leaving the restaurant, Lin Miaomiao felt that she seemed to have forgotten something. She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. She was about to give up when she glanced at Yi Yi who was clearing the table. Then she remembered that Luo Li had just gone to send a letter to the wanderer and disappeared. .

Youjia is not far from here, Luoli should have come back early, she won't get lost, so she asked Yiyi, "Has Luoli come back?"

Luoli has never been to the old Lin family house, and she has no right to come and go freely. If she comes back, she must knock on the door to enter. Yiyi seems to have been out of the kitchen a few times just now, so it should know where Luoli is going.

As expected, Yiyi knew, "Ms. Hui Miaomiao, Lolita is charging by the French window in the living room."

"Charging?" Lin Miaomiao was a little surprised. Luo Li only charged after eight or nine o'clock in the evening or when she was not at home. Why is it so early today, but she didn't care, "Just come back."

Knowing that Lori was not lost, Lin Miaomiao was relieved.

"Sister, you are worrying in vain. Lori is a smart butler with high strength, so she won't get lost," Lin Tiantian sneered.

Lin Miaomiao rolled his eyes at him, and went out of the restaurant to go back to his room.

After returning to the room, Lin Miaomiao saw that the room was clean without a trace of dust, and the sheets and quilts were not the same as before leaving. They should have been cleaned by Yiyi in advance, so she threw herself on the bed and rolled happily.

Just after the exam, Lin Miaomiao was going to relax for a few days, and then resume homework after the cultural class results came out.

In the middle of Anyi, the communicator rang. Seeing that the notification came from Ye Hongwen, Lin Miaomiao hurriedly sat up and connected the video call.

Lin Miaomiao quickly recovered her paralyzed face, "Ms. Ye?"

I gave her a video call right after the exam. Could it be that the results of the culture class have come out, and the efficiency is not too high.

Ye Hongwen looked at Lin Miaomiao's disheveled hair and clothes unexpectedly, but he didn't remind him. He just said coldly, "Student Lin, a classmate sent me a video message just now, saying that you taught your classmates to do badly on purpose before the exam yesterday."

Lin Miaomiao was stunned, it was over, and a villain went to sue, and he didn't know who it was. If he knew who it was, he would beat him up!
However, even if someone complained, she would never admit it, so Lin Miaomiao said calmly, "That's not the case. It's no good to teach my classmates to do badly in the exam."

"Oh," Ye Hongwen didn't say whether he believed it or not, but only talked about the test results this time, "except for the culture class, everything was normal, and the results of the practical training class were terrible."

Using the adjective tragic is not an exaggeration at all, because Class [-]A is an elite class, and none of the three courses in the practical training got full marks. The highest score was only [-], and the lowest score was [-].

Among them, a quarter of the students hovered around 75 points, and three-quarters of the students just passed the passing line, and none of them failed. No one would believe that such scores were not intentional, so the principal was angry when the results came out. sick.

Hearing such a result, Lin Miaomiao just wanted to cheer, she was really relieved now, even if her test scores were not satisfactory, everyone would only think it was intentional.

It's a pity that facing Ye Hongwen's cold and handsome face, Lin Miaomiao couldn't show too much excitement. As a result of holding back, her little face became a little distorted, and she said dryly, "My condolences, Teacher Ye!"

Ye Hongwen's eyes flashed, and he said with a little weird emotion, "There is no need to mourn, it is not a bad thing for me anyway."

It's not that someone died, the word mourning is not appropriate. Besides, Ye Hongwen is actually very satisfied with the results of the elite class, because he finally found a chance to resign, even if it was to take the blame and resign.

Before sending a video message with Lin Miaomiao, Ye Hongwen took the elite class's report card and resignation letter to the principal's office, and threatened the reluctant principal - if he didn't approve, the next semester's grades in the elite class would be in danger.

The final result was naturally that the principal reluctantly signed the release, and Ye Hongwen won the victory. Therefore, the principal's anger was not only due to the miserable report card, but also closely related to Ye Hongwen's threat.

Naturally, Lin Miaomiao didn't know about these things. She just looked at Ye Hongwen's uncertain expression and muttered a little. Why did she always feel that Teacher Ye's expression was a little weird now.

Because something was wrong, Lin Miaomiao instinctively wanted to hang up the video call, so she asked politely, "Ms. Ye, do you have anything else to do?"

Ye Hongwen was silent, and after a while he asked with a stiff expression, "Where's my dinner?"

Now it's Lin Miaomiao's turn to froze. She was so excited about the holiday that she forgot about it. Now there are no leftovers in the kitchen. After thinking about it, she asked Ai Ai, "Ms. Ye must have eaten it?"

Quickly answer that after eating, Lin Miaomiao prayed in her heart, she didn't want to go into the kitchen again, or else she would pretend to be stupid and run away when the elder brother said that she was not full.

However, things backfired, and Lin Miaomiao did not get the answer she wanted.

"I just came back from the principal's office and realized that the dinner wasn't delivered." Ye Hongwen stared at Lin Miaomiao's messy hair expressionlessly, feeling the urge to reach out and smooth it out.

Forced to withdraw his unrestrained gaze, Ye Hongwen quietly waited for the next sentence.

Lin Miaomiao lowered her head and pursed her lips secretly. It seemed that she had to go to the kitchen again, "I see. I'll deliver it to Teacher Ye in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Miaomiao hung up the phone in a fit of anger. Isn't it just that the meal was not delivered, and it must be made up if necessary. The free cook has a temper too!

Lin Miaomiao would get sulky if she was alone, so Lin Miaomiao obediently went downstairs to prepare meals. When she passed the living room, she saw her father and elder brother were still there, so she decided to cook more. Just now, the elder brother said he was not full.

Because the anger was still there, the free cook decided to only fry two dishes, one was scrambled eggs with bitter gourd, and the other was white belly with taro, both of which Ye Hongwen hated.

As for why Lin Miaomiao knew, it wasn't because someone was too picky and would immediately send a text message to give feedback after receiving an unappetizing dish.

With the help of one by one, the food will be ready in less than half an hour. After Lin Miaomiao packed Ye Hongwen's share and was about to ask Lin Tianhao if he wanted to eat more, he saw a head sticking out from the kitchen door.

"Little sister, who are you delivering the food to? Did you leave a copy for brother?" Lin Tianhao asked with a smile.

Lin Miaomiao glanced at the two dishes on the cooking table. Didn't he ask the question knowingly, so he rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Hehe, don't you want to have a few more words with my little sister?" Lin Tianhao quibbled, then turned around and ordered Yiyi to bring the dishes to the table, while he went to serve the rice.

Alas, Lin Miaomiao sighed seriously, this big brother, why doesn't he have the temperament of his father at all, on the contrary, he has no seriousness like a younger uncle.

After lamenting that the eldest brother was out of tune, Lin Miaomiao walked out of the kitchen slowly. After finishing the work, let's go back to sleep. I'm tired these days.

(End of this chapter)