Chapter 2433

The female nurse hesitated for a moment, picked up the walkie talkie and said a few words. Then she slowly moved away and let the early summer out of the room.

On the seventh day of the summer, I went down the stairs and came to the living room. Sure enough, the door of the backyard was still open. A breeze came in and made the wind chimes on the cantilever jingle.

On the seventh day of the summer, standing quietly in the direction of the backyard door, listening to the sound of the wind chime and feeling the breeze, it seems that only in this way can her irritable mood have a little calm.

She just stood for a while, opened her eyes and looked around, but she did not see Mrs. manning. She was secretly surprised. At this time, Mrs. Manning was usually blowing and knitting downstairs. How could she not be seen today?

On the seventh day of the summer, I wandered around the living room. I wanted to go to the backyard door, but I saw two men standing near the door, shaking their heads and laughing at themselves, and walking towards the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator, found two pears in it, and began to look for the chopping board and knife, but found that such a large kitchen did not even have a knife. She could not help but shrug.

It seems that Mrs. mantelling doesn't even store knives in the kitchen in order to prevent her from taking these tools to defend herself

She could only boil a pot of hot water, wash the pears and put them in a bowl. Then she found a small pot and put it on the stove, ready to cook the Sydney soup to moisten her throat.

Before she had finished cooking, Mrs. mantelling's voice came into her ear: "what are you doing here?"

Looking back at Madame mantelling on the seventh day of the summer, she said in a light tone: "I speak with your son every day, and my voice is hoarse, so I cook a bowl of Sydney soup to moisten my throat!"

"Does that work?" Madame mantelling, doubting her statement, came slowly to her, with a watchful eye.

"Whether it's useful or not, you'll soon know..." on the seventh day of the summer, he said to Mrs. mantelling, "do you have a knife? I want to cut the pear into small pieces. And, do you have rock sugar?"

Mrs. Manning waved, took out a dagger she had with her, cut the two pears into pieces herself, and then pointed to the seasoning on one side and said, "here's sugar and salt!"

"The effect of white granulated sugar is far worse than rock sugar..." at the beginning of summer seven shook his head and sighed, in the end put a small amount in.

When the fire was boiling, he put it on a low fire for ten minutes. On the seventh day of the summer, he turned off the stove and looked at the white pear meat in the pot. He said with some regret, "it's a pity that you don't have tremella, Sichuan scallops and red dates here..."

Mrs. mantelling did not say a word. She just looked at the pears in the pot and asked thoughtfully, "you didn't see me when you came downstairs just now. Do you think this is a good chance to escape?"

"So you're trying to sound me out?" The seventh day of the summer sneered and replied coldly, "you have powerful bodyguards everywhere. If I run away because you are not here, don't I want to die?"

"You understand!" Madame mantelling then showed a satisfied smile and admitted that she had just intended to test the seventh day of summer.

Fortunately, the seventh day of this summer is not too stupid. I didn't try to run away when I didn't see anyone!

After ten minutes or so, the Sydney soup cooled down. At the beginning of summer, she took a bowl of it and began to drink it. She felt very comfortable. Seeing that Mrs. mantelling was still staring at her, Nunu said, "if you don't believe me, you can taste it!"