But to be honest, given this lineup, she highly doubted what Gin's true intentions were in calling them here—wouldn't the three of you just have a good time having your own little battlefield? Why involve innocent people in this!
If you're going to involve people, why not just include Nana and Niwang? Then you'd have a perfect family drama on your hands!
Why drag us, so young, pitiful, helpless, into this as well?! Is it even worth it?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
It was just a pity that Sheila could not bring herself to say these heartfelt words aloud.
Even if he said it, Gin probably wouldn't listen.
Just as her thoughts were about to drift away, Sheila had a sudden flash of intuition and thought of a crucial question;
By the way—" Sheila spoke, asking, "Has anyone prepared a soup base?
The water rushed with a splashing sound, Sheila's not-so-loud voice was drowned out by the sound of the water, making it inaudible.
Heine turned off the faucet and turned to look at his sister. "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly just now."
So Sheila repeated herself once more, "Do any of you have a soup base prepared?"
Heine: "……"
He spoke with great sincerity, telling the truth: "I don't know, anyway, I'm not prepared."
Sheila blinked and looked at Borse.
That person was focused on chopping vegetables, completely unbothered by Sheila's expectant gaze.
Sheila: ".."
Sheila: "Okay, I understand."
..
So, when it comes to making soup base, one really cannot rely on a man.
But then again, if you can't even make a soup base, what use are you all anyway!
Sheila, who was capable of both the battlefield and the kitchen, gave a silent sneer in her heart and rolled up her sleeves, preparing to get to work.
Of course, it was impossible for her to do the work all by herself. One had to realize that there were eight people present this time, five of whom were men, one could only imagine their appetites.
He happily called out to Little Nani to help him.
Although Nana's cooking skills weren't outstanding, she had no problem making home-cooked food—making hotpot soup base and such was naturally within her range of skills.
"Actually, eating sheep bone hotpot in winter is wonderful!" Sheila pulled up her drooping sleeve, revealing a section of pale wrist that looked as if it were formed from frost and snow, yet her movements were quite unrestrained.
Lamb spine hotpot?" Nana was puzzled and tilted her head to look at Sheila. "What is that? Is it an animal?
After heating the pot, Nana poured an appropriate amount of oil into it, silently counting the numbers in her head.
Sheila gave her a reminder, then took a piece of beef slices and put it in her mouth, while simultaneously pouring the hotpot companion from the packaging into the water in her own pot, stirring it with her chopsticks, recommending it while adding sauce.
What is called Lamb spine hotpot is actually the sheep's spine; it is rich in nutrition, high in protein, low in fat, making it a famous winter health supplement.
Lamb spine hotpot is delicious when made in a clear broth." Sheila swallowed the beef slices in her mouth and then began to introduce it: "It would be even more delicious if you added some chili to enhance the flavor.
Sounds good," Nana replied. "But we don't have the right ingredients here.
At this point, Nana also seemed to feel a bit of regret.
“It's fine.” Sheila watched the heat in the pot, slightly lowering the flame. "I'll send you a copy of the recipe; you can make it yourself once you get home."
Then thank you so much!
Her Finger tapped the cutting board, then she poured the sliced tomato chunks into the pot and began to stir-fry them.
“What are you doing?” A familiar male voice came from behind. Nana didn't even need to turn around to know it was her boyfriend.
She tilted her head with a smile and said calmly, "I'm preparing the ingredients for the Tomato soup base."
Niwang turned his gaze toward the bag next to Nana's hand, his tone tinged with curiosity, "Don't you already have some ready-made?"
Nana shook her head and explained, "The flavor isn't strong enough."
Seeing five people squeeze into the Kitchen in the blink of an eye, Sheila couldn't help but frown.
Although it's not small, you can't just all crowd into the Kitchen like that! Do you think you're making Gyoza?!
The blonde-haired Public Security elite's beautiful face instantly turned cold, her aura becoming heavy and oppressive.
Heine hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to sacrifice himself—to be precise, his vegetables were already washed, so there seemed to be no reason to stay in the Kitchen.
How about I go sit in the living room for a bit first?
Sheila gave her brother a discerning look, then nodded mercifully, granting Heine a reprieve.
“Sheila?” A clear female voice came from behind. Sheila turned at the sound, meeting a pair of green eyes.
Shiratori Midori stood gracefully by the door, smiling at Sheila: "Why don't you go to the living room to rest for a while too?"
"To the living room?" Sheila raised an eyebrow, her words implying something.
Shiratori saw through her concerns and chuckled, "Don't worry, Zhenjun is still in the Study right now."
She paused, then continued, "I can still cook a few dishes. I'm no kitchen killer, so don't worry."
Since someone had taken over her Mission, the Living room did not seem to be some kind of battlefield, so Sheila was naturally happy to enjoy the ease.
She nodded with a smile, handed over the work in her hands to Shiratori Midori, then retired from the scene with composure.
I've prepared coffee and tea in the living room," Shiratori Midori said as she took over, instructing Sheila, "They're on the coffee table.
"Mhm!" Within just a few seconds, Sheila had already walked away, leaving only a cheerful "I got it!" in the air.
Four people remained in the Kitchen.
Borse was not a man of many words to begin with; although Niwang and Nana were a couple, they found it difficult to act out of line with the 'elders' present, so they remained quiet. Shiratori Midori was also uncharacteristically silent, merely staring at the bubbling sauce aroma soup base in the pot.
For a moment, the only sounds in the Kitchen were the "chop-chop-chop" of chopping vegetables, mixed with the bubbling sounds of the soup, composing a slow-paced symphony.
A delicious aroma gradually filled the air, making one's mouth water.
Amidst the fragrant aroma, Nana finally could not contain herself and asked with curiosity, "Sister.. what did you and Mr. Akai say?"
Shiratori Midori gave her brother a knowing look but did not answer his question, instead saying tactfully, "Akai Shuichi is in the living room; you can go ask him yourself."
"Akai Shuichi is in the living room?!" Nana repeated in disbelief.
"That's right," Shiratori Midori said nonchalantly.
But—but—" Nana said blankly, "Sister, didn't you say to Ms. Shiratori—
What I meant was, Zhenjun is still in the Study," Shiratori Midori said without changing her expression or skipping a beat. "I didn't say anything else.
Looking at her Big sister's calm expression, Nana was momentarily speechless.
She offered a silent three-second eulogy for Sheila in her heart—
Then she quietly stepped back a few paces and snuggled into her Boyfriend's embrace.
Yaji! I need you!
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Author's Note: You can see the mindset of Everyone through the side.
Hotpot in the next chapter! Thank you to all the Little Angels who voted for me with Overlord Tickets or provided Nutrient solution between 2019-12-04 11:25:17 and 2019-12-04 15:57:31~
Thanks to the Little Angel who threw a landmine: Xiangxiangxiangxiangxiang, 1;
Thank you to the Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution: Jinse Beiguo 10 bottles; Riri Yeye 3 bottles;
Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 215: Chapter 196 He stated a fact, and..
“I originally thought—” Shiratori Midori looked at the man before her, the corners of her lips curling into a slight arc, yet her green eyes were indifferent, almost icy. “That you would be able to keep your composure a bit better.”
In front of her, the Black-haired man tilted her head slightly, an unlit cigarette held between her fingertips.
Her demeanor was lazy and casual, yet it carried an innate arrogance hidden deep within her bones: "It's better to say some things in advance."
Shiratori Midori blinked her eyes, turned on the faucet, casually washed her hands. The sound of rushing water echoed in their ears, mixing with the woman's clear voice.
You are even more impatient than I imagined.
This was not a compliment.
Before meeting Shiratori Midori, Akai Shuichi already knew of this girl's existence; likewise, he had also speculated about what kind of attitude Shiratori Midori would likely have toward him.
However, despite making many guesses, he was still a little nervous when he actually met that person.
It was a long-awaited nervousness.
However, at this moment, facing such hostile words, Akai Shuichi actually felt a sense of relief.
Those who have victory in hand are often more magnanimous.
This kind of "malice" did not seem like the attitude a "winner" would hold toward a "loser."
Akai Shuichi thought: At least, the thing he was worried about did not happen.
The girl opposite was somewhere between a girl and a woman; despite many years having passed, a near-miraculous experience had kept her age frozen at the very moment she died back then.
Compared to her peers, Shiratori Midori was already dangerous and mature enough; but to the "Silver Bullet" Akai Shuichi, she was still green.
The retort was almost on the tip of his tongue, but just as he was about to blurt it out, he quietly changed his words.
I just don't want to ruin the upcoming dinner party.
Akai Shuichi straightened his body and calmly put away the cigarette in his hand.
As an FBI Ace Agent, Akai was not a very tolerant person, but at this moment, his attitude toward Shiratori Midori could only be described as gentle.
The reason was actually quite simple.
Because of that person who is connected to all of them.
The black-haired woman's words left Shiratori Midori momentarily stunned. She lowered her eyes for three seconds, then turned off the faucet.
After turning around, the green eyes finally reflected the face of Akai Shuichi.
I just don't want to ruin the upcoming dinner.