Chapter 396

Yue Ya'er looked at Richard's knife skills, and forgot that her own was also shredded meat, and ended up cutting her own hand.

Richard put down the knife in his hand, and walked over to look at Yue Ya'er's hand.

There was a deep cut on the white hand, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Oh, Miss Yue, it's bleeding, I'll get the medicine." Grace also came over, and she saw the blood on Yue Ya'er's hand, so she hurried to get the medicine box.

Richard saw more and more blood, he put Yue Ya'er's hand into his mouth, and sucked the blood dry.

Richard's action in a hurry made Yue Ya'er's face turn red all of a sudden.

"Well, no need, thank you, it's fine." Yue Ya'er wanted to pull her hand away.

Richard also found that his actions frightened Yue Ya'er, so he took Yue Ya'er's hand out of his mouth.

Grace had already taken down the medicine chest.

Richard took the medicine box, rummaged through the medicines inside, found the medicine to stop the bleeding and a Band-Aid, and bandaged Yueya'er.

"Be careful, you can't touch the water now, let me do it." Richard helped Yue Ya'er to the living room and sat down, and he carefully helped Yue Ya'er pour a glass of water.

Then Richard, Grace, and Rose went to prepare dinner.

Yue Ya'er looked at the busy figures of the three and fell into deep thought again.

Her worries have become more and more serious recently, and Xian Yushu's condition has made her a little out of breath.

In addition, Xian Yushu's temper has become more and more irritable recently, and she always feels that she has not done well, which makes Xian Yushu dissatisfied.

Turning on the TV, Yue Ya'er realized that she had been in France for more than half a month, and she had never sat down to watch TV seriously.

Although French was spoken on the TV, Yue Ya'er could barely watch it.

Yue Ya'er was amused. She didn't know French at first, but she experienced Xian Yushu's several illnesses. In order to take care of Xian Yushu, she worked hard to learn French. Now she can watch French TV and talk to French people.

This seems to be the result she did not expect.

After watching TV for a while, Yue Ya'er's heart was empty, she was always thinking about Xian Yushu, and she didn't deliver food this night, I don't know what he will eat when he wakes up, nurse Xiao

Sister let her go, don't irritate the patient anymore.

Has she stimulated Xian Yushu recently? Why does Xian Yushu become more and more annoyed with herself?

Yue Ya'er didn't figure it out, why?

"Okay, we can eat, come on, Miss Yue, let's eat." Richard brought out his masterpiece and came over to invite Yue Ya'er.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Yue Ya'er turned off the TV, she stood up and looked at Richard.

I didn't take a closer look just now, but after a closer look, I found that Richard and Tan Zhiwei are somewhat similar.

The facial features are three-dimensional and sexy, and they are all handsome, but Tan Zhiwei's hair is black, while Richard's hair is yellow.

"Richard, you look like a person." Yue Ya'er stared at Richard's face, her special eyes were all blue, so similar.

"Really? Who does Miss Yue think I am more like?" Richard stood in front of Yue Ya'er.

"Forget about eating." Yue Ya'er felt that maybe it was her own illusion, it's just that the two of them are very handsome, there are so many similarities.

Seeing that Yue Ya'er didn't say anything, Richard didn't ask either.

The two came to the dining room.

Today's meal is very rich.

There are many French dishes, which actually contain Chinese shredded pork with green peppers.

"Come and taste it, and see how our craftsmanship is." Richard helped Yue Ya'er to sit down.

John and Grace, Rose and Richard sat down.

Yue Ya'er took a bite of shredded pork with green pepper, which was quite authentic. A Frenchman can also make shredded pork with green pepper, which is really amazing.

"Who made this?" Yue Ya'er pointed at the shredded pork with green peppers and asked.

"I made it, how is it, isn't it delicious?" Richard felt that he had fried it according to the method his father taught him. Could it be that it was still not fried well?

"No, I think the stir-fry is pretty good, Richard, have you ever cooked Chinese food?" Yue Ya'er took another bite.

"I have done it. My father is Chinese, and he often cooks Chinese food at home. He taught me, but my cooking is not as good as my brother's. The Chinese food he cooks is more authentic." Chad looked at Yue Ya'er nervously, and he was very happy when he heard Yue Ya'er said it was fine.

"Everyone eat, you

Their cooking skills are very good, I will have a good taste in the future, and I will eat all the French dishes. "Yue Ya'er looked at the French people who were like her family, and felt that she was still very happy.

Before that, she had been immersed in her own world, cooking Chinese food silently every day, eating first by herself, and then delivering it to Xian Yushu.

She didn't care what the three Frenchmen in the family ate, she just gave them money and asked them to buy whatever they liked.

Eating with everyone today is like being with your own family.

"Miss Laiyue, try my foie gras."

"Miss Laiyue, try my steak."

Everyone enthusiastically distributed the food they made to Yue Ya'er on the plate.

"Thank you, thank you." Yue Ya'er's tears rolled in her eyes, and all the grievances in her heart turned into a puff of smoke at this moment, and drifted away.

Richard also took out the red wine he bought and poured it for everyone.

This meal was the happiest meal Yue Yaer had in France, and she also had a smile on her face. Here, she found the feeling of home.

Richard left after dinner.

Yue Ya'er said goodbye to him.

Worried about Xian Yushu, Yue Ya'er called the hospital again, and the nurse answered the phone. She told Yue Ya'er that everything was fine with Xian Yushu.

Xianyushu sleeps longer and longer.

Yue Ya'er also felt that something was wrong, but there was nothing she could do about it, and she didn't know how the illness would torment her lover.

Yue Ya'er searched the Internet about the patient's psychological adjustment after surgery.

To make patients happy, happy, happy.

But Yue Ya'er doesn't know how to make Yushu happy anymore.

He wrapped himself tightly in a small world.

Moon Ya'er was not allowed to go in at all.

Fortunately, there was a call from her son, which comforted Yue Ya'er's depressed heart.

"Mom, how's Dad's illness?" That crunchy, childlike voice made Yue Ya'er's heart soften.

"Baby, Dad's illness is much better, and Mom and Dad miss you very much, are you obedient at home?" To her son, Yue Ya'er always had too many words.