There's still some food in the fridge.
"We can make braised pork, dry pot ribs, vinegar-fried shredded potatoes..." Nora Scott browsed the ingredients, saying slowly, "And a few eggs, enough to make an egg custard."
"You really can cook?"
Michael Quinn still wore a stunned and shocked expression.
Since he walked in, the shock in his eyes hadn't dissipated.
After being asked countless times, Nora Scott impatiently frowned, slammed the fridge door, and said, "Are you eating or not?"
"Eat eat eat!"
Michael Quinn nodded eagerly.
In his twenty-something years of life, he'd never seen Nora Scott cook even once. Now, witnessing such a miraculous scene... even if it's hard to swallow, it's still an eye-opener!
"Move the ingredients to the kitchen." Arms crossed, Nora Scott leaned to one side and commanded.
"Okay then."
Michael Quinn helped her without complaint.
He was quick-handed and followed orders, getting whatever Nora Scott needed, cooperating exceptionally well.
