"Don't hurry," Lin Mao was a little lazy after sleeping a lot.

Lin Jie quickly packed up the things he bought and went to cook.

When Lin Miao took a shower, the meal was ready.

After the two of them had eaten, they cleaned up again, and Qin Zixuan came.

"Let's go," Lin Miao put on her coat and prepared to go downstairs.

"Should you wait," Lin Jie carried the exquisite gift box he had just brought back. "I always need that little gift when I met for the first time."

Lin Miao looked at it and found that it was all skin care products used by the elderly and grinned immediately.

Lin Jie was carrying it and muttering, "I don't know if I'm going to come here. If I had known, I would bring some specialties from our place."

"This is the right thing," Lin Miao said while closing the door: "When you go back, you will find wild ones, or the ones you grow, which are more popular than the ones you buy."

"Jing Wu said," Lin Jie glanced at her, "That thing is just eating this fresh. How can you compare with these? This is much more expensive than that."

Lin Miao smiled, "I said it is true."

"There are no good medicines in his family? These are just gimmicks. It's better to use a medicine jar to make it."

"Okay that's someone else's, this is my intention at least," Lin Jie glared.

"Yes, I was wrong," Lin Miao immediately admitted his mistake and took the gift box.

Lin Jie smiled only then.

At the entrance of the stairs, Qin Zixuan tilted his head and looked at him. Seeing what Lin Miao was carrying, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Miao smiled helplessly and took Lin Jie into the car.

At this time, there were very few cars on the road, and Qin Zixuan drove to the hotel door with a green light.

At this time, all the hotel staff were on holiday, passing through the somewhat dim lobby, and a few people walked straight through to enter the largest private room inside.

When he opened the door and saw the people in the room, Lin Miao was stunned.

Master brought everyone in the Qin family.

Lin Miao's nose felt sore and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The custom in the imperial capital is that a woman in the second grade of junior high school returns to her parents' home.

The master knew that her relationship with the Lin family was so stalemate that she did not interact at all. This was because her parents' family had no dependencies and would be looked down upon by her in-laws.

Of course, most people don’t pay attention to these things now, but serious and well-founded people still pay attention to them.

The master did this undoubtedly mean that the Qin family was her backer and the Qin family's children were her uncle.

Anyone who dares to bully her will be waiting to bear the anger of the Qin family.

"The Lord is here, please ask her," Professor Qin saw that Lin Miao was about to cry, and hurriedly waved, "You are here, no matter how late I will be entangled by them."

While speaking, everyone on the table looked over.

Looking at more than a dozen pairs of burning eyes, Lin Miao hurriedly blinked back her tears.

Professor Qin glanced at Lin Jie and stood up with a smile, "You are Lin Miao's mother, I have been long-lasting," he stretched out his hand.

Lin Jie hurriedly held it down, "I heard Lin Miao talk about her mentor early in the morning. It was because I was rude."

"You are polite," Professor Qin smiled and the seat beside him was given up.

Lin Jie was resigned to his position passively.

"Okay, the person is here, let's start the meal."

Professor Qin waved his hand.

Qin Zixuan withdrew with a smile and soon followed a few boys of similar age to bring in the dishes and wine.

"Today there is not enough manpower, so let's do it yourself and have enough food and clothing," Qin Zixuan said with a smile.

"I'll help, too," Lin Miao went out of the private room by mistake.

"The kitchen is over there," Qin Zixuan followed and pointed.

Lin Miao rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

There was only one person in the kitchen.

Lin Miao went in, and the chef had only had time to take a look and continued to flip the spoon.

"What can I help?"

Lin Miao went to wash his hands and put on an apron.

The chef glanced at her and compared the potatoes on the cutting board.

"Cut that."

“How to do it?”

Lin Miao asked.

"Jiao."

The chef usually just frys, and the work of washing vegetables and cutting cubes is always done by others.

Today, he has to take care of three positions alone, so how can he not be so busy that his throat smokes?

Lin Miao nodded, picked up the kitchen knife, and started to act like a slap.

The chef pulled the spoon and looked sideways.

Just one glance, you will know that you have met an expert.

He finally looked at Lin Miao in front of his eyes.

I heard that the old man in the box had an apprentice who runs a medicinal meal shop. I'm afraid that's this one, right?

"Your surname?"

The chef asked.

"Don't let your surname be Lin," Lin Miao replied, cutting a potato on his hand.

She glanced at the basket next to her and took out two more potatoes.

"Today there are many people, can you make it bigger?"

"Cheng, Cheng, you can do whatever you want," the chef immediately became polite.

Lin Miao glanced at him and continued to move.

The chef put the fried rice on the plate and watched Lin Miao boil shredded potatoes.

"Well, I heard that the medicinal food there is very good," he said with a grunt

"The effect is good, but you have to persist," Lin Miao asked him with a sharp corner, "Cut the hob?"

The chef nodded randomly and said, "How long will it take to last?"

"It depends on the situation. Some will get better in one month, and some will be at least three months," Lin Miao said, cutting it quickly.

The chef coughed and scratched his head, "Then how long do you think I will take?"

Lin Miao stopped and looked at him carefully.

The chef shrank his feet cramped and swept his eyes around, as if he didn't know where to look.

"Look at me," Lin Miao shouted in a deep voice.

The chef froze and stared at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao signaled him to open his mouth, took his pulse for a while, and said, "You are caused by eating too much oil and sugar. You can't just take medicinal food. You have to pay attention to it yourself, otherwise it won't work."

"I've been paying attention recently," said the chef, "I only eat two pieces of meat during the Chinese New Year, and I don't even touch the wine."

He also worked hard for family happiness.

Lin Miao nodded.

Just be determined.

"So that, you will rest that day, come and find me, and I will treat you."

"Thank you, thank you," the chef had no choice.

His disease is too obscure and he can't erase it when he goes to the hospital.

If you take Chinese medicine, it tastes too bitter and can easily ruin your taste.

On the contrary, the medicinal food in Linji Xiaoshu does not have that heavy medicinal smell and can cure diseases.

"You're welcome," Lin Miao smiled, "My medicinal food is precious, you have to bring enough money."

"This is not a problem," the chef waved his hand boldly.

He is here for at least tens of thousands of yuan a month. For the sake of family happiness, he is still willing to pay for the medicinal food.

"Okay, right?" Qin Zixuan leaned over.

"That's good," the chef hurriedly brought another plate of dishes to the pot.

Lin Miao mixed the shredded potatoes carefully and stuffed them over.

Qin Zixuan left with the food.

Lin Miao set up a stove on the other side, and the two worked together, and the dishes were cooked in a short while.

"It's time to eat," Qin Zixuan called out.

"Here," Lin Miao took off her apron and went over.

After entering the house, Lin Miao looked at Lin Jie at first sight.

Seeing her cheeks rosy and smiling, she obviously felt relieved when she got along well with the Qin family.

Professor Qin waited for her to sit down and raised his glass, "Today's banquet has two meanings. One is to welcome Lin Miao's mother, and the other is Lin Miao."
Chapter completed!