It's time to marry someone from Earth

Chapter 9 Handling Ingredients
It is estimated that the VIP ward of Jinghe Hospital has never been so lively since it was built.

It used to be said that the ward was like a vegetable market, that was an adjective.

Now to say that the ward is like a vegetable market is purely depicting the scene.

Mi He stared dumbfounded at the big goose waddling past the door, and then at the string of duck cubs following the big goose's buttocks.

I couldn't help leaving the ward and looked at the house number carefully.

That's right.

The big geese quacked, and the feathers from their flapping wings flew all over the sky.

Mi He walked in tremblingly, and when he passed the kitchen, he clearly saw a fish at least half a meter long jumping out of the bucket, and fell to the floor with a snap.

Mihe: "..."

Two meters away from the hospital bed, there is a large screen, which perfectly divides the ward into two areas. There is a gap of about one meter at the corner of the screen, and a curtain is hung on it.

Mi He opened the bamboo curtain in a daze: "Wei Zhaolin, this is... your pet in the ward?"

Is this species too abundant?
Wei Zhaolin didn't know when someone got a wheelchair, and now he was sitting in the wheelchair and reading a book.

Mi He tilted his head and glanced at the cover. The title of the book is "A Brief History of Humanity".

Mihe: "!"

Good book!

Isn't this the human strategy guide she needs?
Wei Zhaolin had already closed the book, and turned the wheelchair closer: "It's not a pet."

Mihe: "?"

Wei Zhaolin looked at her for a moment, as if he was unwilling to let go of Mi He's slight change of expression: "It's the ingredients."

Mihe: "..."

Gangzhen, this sense of crisis can be said to be overwhelming.

Ingredients?What is food?

The ingredients are what you eat!

These big geese, duck cubs, and big fish outside... are all going to die!

Mi He took a deep breath, holding on so he didn't cry out on the spot: "Yeah, do you need me to contact the chef for you?"

If her determination to keep the vest was not strong enough, she would have been crying and begging Wei Zhaolin to give the ingredients a way to survive.

"No, the chef will come over at 10 o'clock." Wei Zhaolin said the most heart-wrenching words in the calmest tone, "Before they come, you should take care of the ingredients first."

Mihe: "..."

The hand holding the screen trembled slightly.

There was a flash of lightning and thunder in Mi He's head, and he hardly knew what he was talking about: "How, how to deal with it?"

Wei Zhaolin raised his eyebrows: "The geese and ducks cut their throats, bled, and plucked their hair, the rabbits cut their throats, bled, and skinned, and the fish were stunned, scaled, and gills removed. You don't know how?"

"..." Mi He's face was completely pale, and he even suspected that what he heard was not the way the ingredients were processed, but the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

She tugged at the corners of her bloodless lips: "Why do you want to cook in the ward all of a sudden?"

Mihe observed before that although this VIP ward is equipped with a cooking area, it has never been used in fact. Wei Zhaolin's three meals a day are prepared and delivered at Wei's house.

All of a sudden today...

Mihe's heart was beating wildly.

Her intuition told her that this was a trap, maybe even a temptation.

Although I don't know why Wei Zhaolin used this method, there is no doubt that this temptation really hit Mi He's deathbed.

Extreme sensibility is a label attached to omega people. In the Star Alliance, as long as you see someone who cries at every turn and collapses at every turn, then this person is probably an omega person. This is almost the consensus of the entire alliance.

But if it is really what she guessed, then what is Wei Zhaolin's identity?
Is he really human?
Is it possible for human beings to know the characteristics of the Omega people, and also know the vital points of the Omega people?

Alarm bells rang in Mihe's mind.

She knew that no matter what Wei Zhaolin's status was, she must not lose her horse today, otherwise it would be over!
Wei Zhaolin narrowed his long and narrow eyes: "The transfer of monitoring has brought a lot of trouble to the hospital. It is not convenient for me to leave the hospital now, so I can only treat them to a light meal in the ward."

This reason is reasonable, not even far-fetched, but Mihe still remains vigilant: "Then why should I be asked to handle the ingredients? I'm not a professional, wouldn't it be more appropriate to let the chef handle it?"

Wei Zhaolin asked back: "You are my fiancée, I want to entertain guests, you cook yourself to show your sincerity, what's the problem?"

"..." Mihe struggled, "but I'm not proficient in cooking."

Wei Zhaolin nodded slightly: "I know, that's why I asked you to handle the ingredients. As for the cooking, there will be a dedicated chef in charge."

Seeing that Mihe still wanted to talk, Wei Zhaolin said again: "On Earth, more than 80.00% of the families adopt the business model of 'the male dominates the outside and the female dominates the interior', and the remaining 20.00%, even if they don't It’s common sense to cook for my husband, and occasionally to do the cooking.”

Mihe's last hope was extinguished by this 'common sense'.

What more can she say?
If she refuses, will Wei Zhaolin suspect that she is not human because she doesn't even abide by 'common sense'?
Mihe nodded with tears in his eyes: "I will."

Even if it is agreed to do it, it is not so easy to actually implement it.

The big goose alone can make Mihe run around the house.

"..." She suspected that Wei Zhaolin had sent someone to buy a fighting goose.

Mihe was chased by the goose for nearly 10 minutes, and the ward was screaming like chickens and dogs, and the goose feathers danced wildly.

In fact, she has many ways to deal with this goose, such as mental power, and force value, but Mihe doesn't plan to use any of these methods.

One is because she doesn't really want to kill geese in her heart, and the other is because she has had contact with Mi Youran, and she knows very well what level of force a normal human female should have.

In short... the food is fine, if you can't beat the goose, it's right.

Mi He made a panting look: "No, no, I can't run anymore."

As soon as the words fell, the goose flapped its wings and took off, grabbing a piece of meat on Mihe's arm and twisting it.

Mi He was stunned for two seconds, and then screamed: "It hurts."

Wei Zhaolin stared at her for a while, then suddenly took a small flower pot from the window sill and threw it on the goose's head.

The majestic goose tilted its head and fell to the ground.

Mi He breathed a sigh of relief: "...Thank you."

"Show me your arm." Wei Zhaolin held out his hand to her.

Mi He didn't know why, so he obediently stretched out his arms.

Wei Zhaolin rolled up her sleeves, looked at Mi He's white and flawless arms, and let out a low laugh.

"The bite force of a goose can reach 248 kilograms. An external blow of more than 1 kilogram may cause subcutaneous hemorrhage, rupture of capillaries, and bruises and redness." He clicked on the place where the goose had just said, "Can you Tell me, why have you been pinched by the goose for so long, but there is nothing on your arm?"

Mihe was sweating like a waterfall, never expecting that Wei Zhaolin would dig a hole here.

The A-level physique meant that Mihe would not be easily injured, and she was also used to the toughness of her body. Just now she was only focused on crying out for pain, but she even forgot to leave scars.

She forced herself to calm down, quickly condensed her mental power into a bundle, and hit the inside of her arm from her body.

The severe pain made Mihe grit his teeth, and after confirming that the bruise was formed, he forced a smile and said, "So you want to see the bruise? The big goose is not screwing this side."

She turned her arm over, revealing the purple inside.

"It's here."

Wei Zhaolin's fingertips paused slightly, and his tone was rarely hesitant: "...Really?"

"Yeah." Mihe withdrew his hand, "It was blocked by a sleeve before, so you probably didn't see it clearly."

Wei Zhaolin stopped talking, and after a long silence, he raised his hand at her.

"Understood, you continue."

(End of this chapter)