Florence Varley discovered there were also two large bowls.
“Two more large bowls?
What’s inside?
Could it be Western cuisine?
It must be!”
Florence was very sure of her guess.
Today’s famous chefs are all about mastering both Chinese and Western styles.
So according to her knowledge of gourmet food, the remaining two large bowls must be French and Italian cuisine!
For French, a Marseille fish soup; for Italian, a minestrone, no doubt!
Florence was somewhat touched.
“Sally, you’re too good to your aunt.
I just came for a casual meal, and look at how thorough your preparations are!
I always knew you were a girl who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside, closest to your aunt, and it wasn’t in vain that I dote on you…”
Florence muttered emotionally as she opened the last two large bowls.
She opened them, and her aunt was dumbfounded.
It was not a Marseille fish soup, nor a minestrone.
But two steaming bowls of instant noodles, can you believe it?
“One’s braised beef flavor, the other’s pickled mustard flavor.
Which one do you want?
This is our lunch,” Sarah Sullivan said to the little bun.
The little bun was also a bit dazed.
He didn’t understand why, with so much delicious food, he and his aunt were still eating instant noodles?
But he was very obedient, didn’t cry or fuss, and silently walked over to the braised beef noodles.
Sitting down, he began to eat the instant noodles seriously.
“What a good boy.”
Sarah Sullivan found herself liking the little bun more and more.
Whenever she saw him, maternal instinct overflowed.
She also walked over to the pickled mustard noodles and started eating.
After a busy morning, Sarah was hungry.
“Why aren’t you eating the dishes?” The aunt came out of her shock.
“They’re all for you alone, we won’t eat them.”
Sarah answered very seriously.
“Wow!”
Auntie cried.
Crying with a runny nose and tears, like rain on pear blossoms: “I’m moved!
So moved!
Sally, I never thought you’d be so good to your aunt!
Even my little rascal at home isn’t as filial as you, boo hoo…
Don’t worry, auntie will eat it all!
I promise not to waste your hard work!”
Sarah sighed after hearing this: “That’s not necessary.”
“No way!
I have to eat it all!
I can’t let my niece-in-law’s enthusiasm go to waste!”
Florence was being stubborn.
She picked up a piece of scallion-braised sea cucumber with determination and put it in her mouth.
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Then auntie was petrified!
She sat there, maintaining a chewing posture.
Her expression started with surprise, then bewilderment, and then sheer agony!
Her throat moved a few times.
She wanted to swallow, but it was truly hard to get down.
“Spit it out, I know it’s hard to eat, no need to worry about my face and feelings.”
Sarah Sullivan said sincerely.
Of course, she knew how awful her cooking was.
The title “Queen of Dark Cuisine” wasn’t just for show.
And Sarah’s dark cuisine was unique.
Others who couldn’t cook would make dishes that looked appalling, like a pile of mess.
Making people avoid them at first glance.
But Sarah was different.
Probably because she was particularly good at makeup, Sarah had a gift for grasping colors.
Plus, she followed recipes.
So the appearance of the dish could definitely score full marks.
This made them highly deceptive and misleading.
It’s just that the taste…
was truly heartbreaking for those who smelled it, brought tears to those who ate it.
…
The little bun, with noodles in his mouth, smiled gratefully at Sarah.
Brightan, though silent, was very sharp with keen observation.
So, of course, he read from the aunt’s face that the food Auntie made was dreadful.
That’s why Auntie didn’t let me eat it and had instant noodles with me.
Indeed, Auntie is good to me!
…
Sarah told Florence to spit out what she had in her mouth.
That was actually the most urgent shout in auntie’s heart at the moment.
But as Sarah said so, auntie couldn’t bring herself to spit it out.
Florence wasn’t such an ungrateful person!
Her niece-in-law had worked so hard to prepare such a grand meal, at her own request.
How could she eat just a bite and then spit it out, wouldn’t that be too much?
I’ll endure!
Florence gritted her teeth and swallowed the piece of scallion-braised sea cucumber, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
You’d think she’d wisely make a run for it.
But auntie was someone who didn’t learn from eating or hardships.
She thought that the typical Shandong dish “scallion-braised sea cucumber” being so bad might be an accident.
Should I try the West Lake fish in vinegar sauce?
Zhejiang flavors were auntie’s favorite.
Looking at the plate of fish, tender and delicate, how bad could it be?
Try another bite.
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Sarah sighed long, the little bun shrugged.
Mother and son looked at each other, both thinking of a saying.
Good advice falls on deaf ears of the doomed!
Since auntie insists on dooming herself, what can we do?
We’re helpless too!
So under the gaze of two concerned onlookers, auntie experienced what it meant to tie oneself in cocoons.
Feeling so bad as to question life’s meaning.
But she swallowed it anyway, with the determination of burning boats.
“Auntie, have some water, don’t make it hard on yourself.”
Out of conscience, Sarah offered auntie a glass of water.
Florence looked at Sarah’s flawless face, feeling a bit mentally split.
How could such a flower-like woman cook so maddeningly awful food?
This wasn’t scientific!
Her gaze swept over the remaining dishes on the table.
A fierce internal struggle ensued.
Finally, with a firm heart!
I can’t believe all eight dishes are this bad!
“Auntie, don’t do anything foolish!”
Sarah warned, but was a step too late.
She watched helplessly as auntie took a bite of squirrel fish, and then cried.
Florence, tearfully, understood what it meant to finish what you started.
…
Auntie eventually couldn’t hold out and fled.
Sarah slowly began to tidy up the table.
Dumping plates of dishes that were golden on the outside, but rotten inside, into the trash.
There remained a pile of dishes to wash.
“Help me wash the dishes.” Sarah instructed Brightan.
The Varley Clan had servants, an automatic dishwasher, the owner naturally didn’t need to do it themselves.
But Sarah always felt it was better to cultivate some do-it-yourself habits in the children.
Brightan nodded, and began washing dishes with Sarah.
You could tell it was his first time doing housework, clumsy, but very earnest.
“You’re quite the little sweet guy.”
Sarah smiled.
She pinched Brightan’s little nose with her detergent-covered hand.
The little bun’s nose was covered in bubbles.
He was a bit shy, but very happy too.
…
The little bun was sleepy, and Sarah took him to her bedroom to put him to sleep.
She turned to leave.
Passing by Mr.
Varley’s study, she overheard a few maids whispering.
“The young master became a vegetable, and the young one’s a fool, what will the Varley Clan do in the future?”
Sarah stopped.