Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 257 This Silly Child

There are quite a few ingredients in Zhang Yan's refrigerator. Lin Feng is going to the nearby market to buy wonton skins. There is a noodle shop that has been open for 20 years. The wonton skins there are very thin and will not break when cooked.

When he walked to the entrance to change his shoes, Lin Feng remembered that he had forgotten Zhang Yan's car in the basement of the hospital.

Lin Feng didn't want to walk to the vegetable market as it was still a bit far.

Lin Feng also didn't want to ride a shared bike because the weather was cold and the wind would hurt his face.

He opened a drawer, picked out a car key and went out.

As for where the car was parked, Lin Feng didn't know. Anyway, Zhang Yan's cars were parked together, so he could just look for it when the time came.

Aunt Liu came to Zhang Yan's house to prepare dinner and saw a huge suitcase as soon as she entered the door.

She also wiped the sides and wheels of the suitcase with disinfectant wipes, and after making sure they were clean, she pushed the suitcase into the cloakroom.

"This little Su is really something. The young master can't take care of himself, and even he has no common sense? The suitcase for the business trip should be wiped clean before bringing it in, otherwise all the viruses and bacteria will be brought home."

Aunt Liu was in the cloakroom preparing to open her suitcase and take out all the clothes that needed washing to wash.

"Hmm? I can't open it..."

Aunt Liu used the password that Zhang Yan usually used but did not open the suitcase. Thinking that the password might have been changed, she did not care and put the suitcase aside.

I turned and went into the storage room to sort out things, counted the things that needed to be purchased, and then disposed of some things that were about to expire.

Aunt Liu was so busy with her work in the storage room that she didn't even notice the door of her house was open.

Lin Feng blanched the old hen with ginger and shallots, cleaned it, put it into a casserole, added a few slices of ginger and a few pieces of onion, brought it to a boil over high heat, and then simmered it over low heat.

Lin Feng cleaned the pork belly and cut it into small pieces.

Lin Feng rolled up his sleeves, took out two kitchen knives, and prepared to chop the stuffing.

The sound of horseshoe knives clashing came from the kitchen, and Aunt Liu in the storage room finally realized that something was wrong.

Aunt Liu's first reaction was that her house had been robbed. She picked up an iron hammer from the storage room, quietly opened the door, and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Is this sound coming from the kitchen?

Why does this sound like the sound of chopping meat?

The house was not robbed, but the snail girl came.

Aunt Liu leaned forward to see who the snail girl was. When she got closer, she could only see her back.

Oh! I made a mistake. It's not the Snail Girl, but the Snail Boy.

Judging from the movements, this is someone who often cooks. If one is not used to doing kitchen work, he will never be able to chop the stuffing so smoothly.

It is obvious from the action that these two people did not do this. Zhang Yan could not stand independently while holding a knife with both hands, and Su Boding could only eat but not cook.

It’s not that Aunt Liu forgot about Lin Feng and Xiao Tang, but she had no idea that the two people on the business trip had returned.

"Cough cough." Aunt Liu pretended to cough twice, but the sound of chopping stuffing was too loud and directly covered up her voice.

Aunt Liu wanted to pat the boy on the back, but she was afraid of scaring him. What if the knife...

While Aunt Liu was hesitating, Lin Feng finished chopping the stuffing and turned around to get a bowl to put the stuffing in.

When he turned around, he saw Aunt Liu standing behind him, which scared him. His hands shook and the stainless steel basin in his hand fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Aunt Liu’s pose is really shocking, holding a hammer in one hand and stretching the other hand forward.

It’s not Lin Feng’s fault. He was never afraid of the lights in the morgue, but he was afraid of someone behind him.

He had always lived alone and never considered the possibility that other people might exist.

"Aunt Liu, what are you going to do?" Lin Feng asked sincerely.

You can't say you're going to beat him up...

"I, I was going to fix something. I heard some noise in the kitchen, so I came over to check. It turned out to be you, Doctor Lin, who are back!" Aunt Liu hid the hammer in her hand behind her back guiltily.

Aunt Liu smiled awkwardly and stood there feeling very uneasy.

Lin Feng also took psychology as an elective, so how could he not see that Aunt Liu was lying? She just took something to protect herself, which was the right choice, and she didn't make any big mistake.

Lin Feng didn't stop what he was doing, he raised his head and smiled at Aunt Liu. "I just got back."

Then, he lowered his head and continued to work on his hands. He beat an egg with one hand, added a little water that had been used to soak onions, ginger and garlic, and used two pairs of chopsticks to stir the stuffing vigorously.

Aunt Liu felt very distressed when she heard that Lin Feng was busy preparing food right after he came back. After working outside for so many days, he probably didn't have a good meal or a good sleep. Besides, the flight for several hours was very distressing.

I couldn't help but blame Lin Feng.

"What are you doing right now, kid? Go back and have a rest. I'll clean your room every few days. It's dust-free and clean. The bedsheets are new. Listen to your aunt and lie down. I'll call you to eat later. Just stay here, wash your hands, and go to bed."

Lin Feng suddenly felt that it was a great feeling to have someone care about him and feel sorry for him.

In the past, when he came back from business trips or overnight shifts, the house was always cold and the stove was empty. He either cooked for himself or ordered takeout.

It's been a long time since anyone helped him clean the house.

Lin Feng sniffed, lowered his head and continued with his actions.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm not tired. I slept on the plane." Lin Feng quickened his movements as if to prove that he was full of energy.

After the filling with seasonings is prepared, cover it with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator to collect the juice.

Then he turned around and said to Aunt Liu seriously, "I just wanted to eat the wontons made at home. I didn't have any ingredients in my room, so I made them myself here. I forgot to tell you, so I guess you got scared."

Lin Feng's gentle tone made Aunt Liu no longer worry about letting Lin Feng go to rest.

"Wait a minute, I'll put my things back and pack them, then I'll come help you pack them."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Aunt Liu took the hammer and went back to the storage room.

Lin Feng washed the shrimps and soaked them in cooking wine, onions, ginger and garlic.

After washing my hands, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the sunset with a cup of hot tea at hand.

Lin Feng blew away the hot steam in the cup and took a sip.

Well, as expected, it is more fragrant and mellower than the tea in the dean’s office, and it has a sweet aftertaste after careful tasting.

When was the last time you watched a sunset?

He forgot that all he could see was the sun in the early morning and the stars in the late night.

Forgetting the passage of time, Lin Feng fell asleep on the recliner without even noticing that Aunt Liu had covered him with a blanket.

"Oh, this silly child." Aunt Liu glanced at the figure from a distance and threw a ginseng into the chicken soup without hesitation.