As the host, I naturally have to start with: "Thank you all for coming, and thank you for taking care of me."
At this point, the word "care" made at least half of the people's mouths twitch. She took a deep breath: "Since I'm here, let's eat more. I also hope everyone is satisfied with my cooking skills. I just need to fry less vegetables today. The neighbors complained that the smell is strong..."
Before I could finish apologizing, I heard the noise downstairs.
"I want to protest. I'm retired. Why should I pay taxes? Why should I cooperate with the investigation?" Xining stood at the balcony and glanced down. An old man was being carried to the car next to him by two people.
One of them yelled back: "There is a car dropping by to take you back today, just make it clear. Don't you appreciate it? Go by yourself on Monday!"
When the old man heard this, he obediently got into the car.
Even the tax bureau was dispatched? Or maybe it was a lie, and I walked away for a while... He raised his eyebrows, turned around, and smiled charmingly at the people at the table: "No problem, let's stir-fry!"
I really worked hard to stutter. Then treat yourself well!
“Gas-guzzling beef!”
"Couple's lung slices!"
The lid of a ceramic casserole was opened, and there were all good things inside: "Buddha jumped over the wall!"
After the frying was finished, Xining could finally sit down and take a few bites with chopsticks. There were not many dishes left on the table: "I prepared a few food boxes. Put a little of the stir-fried vegetables in, one box for each person. Wait a moment." Don’t forget to take it with you.”
The five people quickly thanked me for bringing food.
After eating, the dishes on the table were reluctantly thrown into the sink. Xining made black tea and fresh coffee, and it was a small party for everyone to enjoy.
She took the black tea to the balcony. At this time, it was completely dark outside, and the aroma of cooking that had just drifted from the street had dissipated.
Barron and his gloomy-faced "colleague" also came over with a cup.
"Thank you for your hard work today." Barron couldn't help but admire: "The food you cooked is really delicious, even better than what you get in a Chinese restaurant."
Of course, many of the Chinese restaurants in this country are selling dog meat. You can cook Mapo tofu, tomato scrambled eggs, and egg fried rice with just a few simple ingredients, and you can open a small restaurant. Many dishes are still based on local recipes. The taste has been changed. With her skills, although she is not as good as a five-star hotel chef, there is absolutely no problem in opening a private restaurant.
Xining smiled lightly: "The main thing is to thank you for taking care of me. How should I put it? I'm just a person who likes to eat and live in peace. I don't have the consciousness or ability to save the world. My biggest wish is to marry someone. "
"Marry me!" Barron almost didn't say it. I secretly glanced at the "colleagues" next to me. I felt a little bad, and my face became gloomier. Why did I say this so seriously?
Knowing that no one likes someone who might be out of control, she was already eye-catching enough, and she ran to the detective within a few days. So some things should be discussed in advance. It is just a layer of window paper in the first place. It would be meaningless if we don't expose it in the end.
The man with a gloomy face said slowly: "It is a good thing not to be greedy, otherwise it will be very troublesome. But being greedy is also a good thing. Some people died because they were too greedy."
Xining immediately understood that the detective's death might be his own fault. He could have escaped originally. After all, the level of the institute was not top-notch. Looking at the people supervising and following her, they should all be hired and very amateurish. If it reaches the national level, only one or two elites will be enough to give her a headache.
"Now that I know that I am not greedy, I hope to gain trust." Xining touched the iron railings on the balcony: "I know that a person will have many accidents. For example, if I am standing here now, I might want to watch The scenery outside, I lost my footing and fell downstairs to my death. Even if I don't die, I won't be able to survive the critical period in the hospital."
"If you don't trust me, if you don't believe that I just want to live my life safely..." She raised her head and looked at this person who should have some power: "Just let me [fo] die downstairs right now. And now is the last time. Great opportunity, so many witnesses."
If it was her who was going to die, Barron became excited instead, his breathing quickened, and he looked back and forth between the two of them, one with a gloomy face and the other with a relaxed face.
After a while, Xining smiled: "I just made a vow, don't be so nervous."
"Thank you!" She thanked her and walked into the house, leaving the two of them behind.
Even if he wanted to die, he wouldn't let her die now, although he didn't know what Adam wanted to do next after the laboratory plan was found to be bankrupt. But so far, there is no reason to kill her. The institute is not a murderous one.
Entering the house, John and two other people were playing cards and having a great time.
She went to boil water: "Who wants coffee and tea?"
"I, I want coffee...I want black tea, thank you..."
Barron and his "colleagues" came in, and Barron took his leave. As soon as they said they were leaving, the other three who had been playing cards and asking for tea all stood up and used various excuses to leave.
"Thank you for the hospitality. The food is really delicious. It's so delicious. Thank you so much." Barron praised with a mouth full of honey and took the food box that was handed over.
The food boxes are placed in beautiful paper bags, one large box for each person, plus a small box.
Xining distributed them one by one: "There is also a box of snacks on top. Even if you are full now, you will often be hungry at night. If you want to eat these snacks tomorrow, just put some water in them and steam them in the microwave for three minutes."
"That's so thoughtful." John said with a familiar face: "Whoever gets to marry you in the future will be really lucky."
Why did he see Barron glare at him? Isn't that wrong? Isn't that what compliments are said to women who can cook?
After leaving the room and reaching the elevator, the cold-faced man gave the order: "Gather at the same place."
"Yes!" Barron carried the food box and went back to the room.
"Bring it with you!" the cold-faced man ordered again: "Tell them to prepare the tableware."
This is the second round of dinner gatherings. It’s over, it’s tomorrow, and these things will be gone soon. Although Barron was reluctant, he still carried the paper bag with the food box and followed him, pretending to be seeing off his colleagues.
Xining didn't go to the balcony to watch, and just rolled up his sleeves and washed the dishes. It’s been a tiring day today, and I have to exercise tomorrow morning.
It's been so long since the information was released, why haven't there been any movement from these five women? Is he dead?
Mo Ming: "Only one died. Two are receiving psychological treatment, one is living in seclusion, and the other is abroad."
Look, what a sin he has done.
Mo Ming: "That's because they were really emotional. Most of them got the compensation and lived a good life heartlessly."
...Does it still make sense? However, the body owner also had such a result because he fell in love and became obsessed with her. Why is this mission not over yet? Could it be that she still wants to marry Dr. Richard, who treats her as a guinea pig, and what she falls in love with is not real.
Xining: "Has the mission not changed yet?"
