Chapter 383

After hearing this, joss asked if she had registered in the hospital. What did the doctor say? Can she recover?

Emma shakes her head and makes two gestures. Jos understands. She has no money to go to the hospital.

Joss thought about it in his heart and asked her if she wanted her help. She could take her to the hospital. If there was a possibility of treatment, she could also help in terms of money.

Emma waved her hand and said she didn't like to be in debt.

Joss could understand her attitude. She was poor and ambitious. She had no ability and wanted to live with dignity.

After thinking about it, joss decided to go back and help her apply for the assistance of welfare institutions later. She remembered that there seemed to be welfare institutions for the deaf and dumb at home and abroad.

They chatted slowly, guessing and saying that time passed quickly.

When the kitchen began to be busy and everyone else came out, joss looked at the stewed chicken in the pot. The taste had already come out. After another hour or two of stewing, it would be done.

She told the cook not to start the cooking. She came down to see it later.

The cook promised not to move.

When he returned to his room, he logged into his chat tool and saw Zhao Yang reply to her, asking her what had happened.

Jos hesitated for a moment. She didn't say anything about the kidnapping. She just said it was a problem at home. It was estimated that she would go back in a few days and let her keep a good eye on the progress.

There are Chen Xin, Zhao Yang and Li Li from the general manager's office in the project team who often help. In addition, they have fallen out with Shengyan. Basically, there is no problem. It's good to finish the project all the way smoothly.

Joss didn't worry much. He searched the room for a while, and when he saw that the time was almost the same, he went downstairs again.

Downstairs, Jing Zhentian is ready to eat, and the servants are setting the table.

Joss went back to the kitchen, lifted the lid, smelled the stew, tasted it, tasted it well, then scooped it out and let the servant take it out.

"Gastrodia elata?" Once the spoon turned inside, Jing shook the sky and scooped out the small piece of Gastrodia elata.

He didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, but at this age, he always took it several times and recognized it at a glance.

"This is also the cook's idea?" He asked the people around him.

The servant looked at his nose and nose, his face was not red, and he said breathlessly, "the chef is very enterprising. I said that you like the soup at noon, and he said that he would like some more. He also made it for you to taste."

"Really?" If we say Hawthorn lotus seed soup, this kind of ordinary soup is good to say.

But stew.

Everyone can't stew soup. Xue Ying occasionally stews two soups, but she can also stew those two. She has been good at those two for decades. A chef who is good at western food is so familiar with Chinese cuisine?

He tasted it, and even the taste was very sophisticated. At this level, he was not an experienced veteran in Chinese cuisine, but could not stew it.

Suddenly thought of a possibility, today, he can see several times, joss ran into the kitchen.

Do you?

He put down his chopsticks and said, "push me to the kitchen." He would like to see who made the soup.

The servant was in a bit of a dilemma, but seeing his cold face, he pushed him in honestly.

The kitchen is still very busy. Three or four people are circling in it. Joss is standing in front of the innermost boiler, stirring something in his hand.

Jing Zhentian narrowed his eyes. He was angry in his heart. She did it. It's really bad luck. So she did it at noon? It's bad luck that he ate so much!

Just about to get angry, the servant squatted down, pointed to the other direction, and said to him, "Sir, that's the cook. That's what he cooked."

Jing shook the sky this just see past, originally dark face, this just restored a bit.

He saw a foreign chef in front of a boiler, stirring in a pot of stew skillfully. From time to time, he looked at the heat and turned down the fire. Finally, he felt almost done, and let the stew simmer so slowly.

It seems that someone else did it.

Jing shook a day to let go of heart, see the appearance of that cook, force to remember, then let a person push him to go out.

As soon as he left, the whole kitchen was relieved.

Jos leaned against the refrigerator, half soft.

A nearby chef came over with a smile, took the spatula from Jos's hand, and said with a smile, "I'll be fine."

Joyce laughed back at him, thinking that it was a close call.

Fortunately, all the servants in the villa helped her. Just now, when jingzhentian was suspicious outside, someone came in to inform her. Jos changed his position with a cook who was cooking. That man saw how Jos did it in the afternoon, so he learned to do it. He didn't think it was really like that, so he muddled through.

Since the host of this family is Chinese, several Western cooks have been cooking Chinese food since they came here. Even the servants eat Chinese food. Therefore, practice makes perfect. That person pretends to be exactly the same.

Outside, Jing Zhentian began to eat at ease. He had to say that the soup was quite good. He recalled the cook's appearance and thought that if he could get more money this month, he would be more willing to give him more money if he could think of so many kinds of food later.

After half a bowl of soup, he felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach. Just as he was about to eat something else, he heard the door open outside. His original good interest dissipated a little.

As soon as Jing chihan came in, he smelled the chicken soup.

In the taste of the soup, there is an obvious Chinese medicine flavor.

He took a look and went to the table.

Maybe it's because the soup is in a better mood. Although Jing Zhentian bothers his son and is unfilial, he still says, "let's have some together?"

Jing chihan squinted: "me?"

"Well." The old man answered steadily and added: "not including that woman."

Jing chihan looks at him suspiciously. He seems to be in a good mood today. Then he looks at the stew and asks, "who made it?"

"It's my chef, of course." He snorted and said coldly, "do you think that woman can cook? There are more and more people who can cook in this world. If you want to find a wife according to this standard, you can find a cook. If you have money, you are afraid that no one will cook food for you? "

Jing zhehan has been eating the food made by joss for a long time. He can smell the familiar food.

This pot of soup, he smelled the taste of joss craft, he did not say much, sat down and pointed to the servant.

The servant quickly took an empty bowl and bailed it out for him.

With a dignified smile on his face, Jing Zhentian saw his son take a sip of it. His expression was subtle and he was a little proud: "how about it? It's better than that woman. In fact, in my opinion, it's just OK. Generally, the chef is not a professional cook of Chinese food, so it's good."