Chapter 252: 126: Boss treatment
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Mrs. Thompson really didn’t expect that a bowl of instant noodles with such a good appearance would taste so terrible.
It was simply impossible to swallow.
But in order not to discourage Viola, Mrs. Thompson decided to lie with a good conscience, “Well, it tastes good. Viola, you are really amazing!’
“Really?” Viola’s eyebrows curved.
After Terrence Lentz, this was the second person to praise her cooking skills.
“Of course, it’s true!” said Mrs. Thompson. Viola smiled and said, “Then eat more later.’
She wanted to live longer.
Mrs. Thompson shuddered and then said, “When people get old, their appetite gets worse. One bowl is enough. You young people eat more.”
“Do you have a poor appetite?” Viola went into the room, took out a small bottle of medicine, and came out, “l have some medicine that helps with digestion and has a good effect. You can try it. This medicine has no side effects.’
“Thank you, Viola! But one bowl is enough for me!”
Finishing this bowl was all for Viola’s sake.
If it were someone else, Mrs. Thompson would have thrown the bowl in the trash long ago.
Mrs. Thompson really didn’t understand why anyone would make instant noodles taste so terrible.
Viola lowered her head and started eating the noodles.
She ate with relish, not even furrowing her brow.
Mrs. Thompson swallowed and began to doubt whether the noodles in Viola’s bowl were made in the same pot as hers.
“Is it good, Viola?” Mrs. Thompson asked.
“It’s okay,” Viola took a tissue and wiped her mouth, “just a bit salty.”
It should be a billion times!
Most importantly, the problem with this bowl of instant noodles was not just too much salt.
There were other strange flavors as well.
Viola continued to explain, “l put too much salt at first, so I added some sugar to balance it, but then I put too much sugar, and then I saw on the internet that I could add some white vinegar…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Thompson interrupted, “And then you put too much white vinegar?”
Viola nodded slightly, “So I added some hot water to dilute the vinegar, and then it turned out .’ A genius!
She was simply a genius!
Mrs. Thompson began to doubt if she would be poisoned by this bowl of noodles.
Viola quickly finished the noodles and went to the kitchen, “Grandma
Thompson, if you don’t eat it, I’ll finish it all.”
Though the taste of the noodles was not good.
In line with her principle of not wasting food, no matter how bad something tasted, Viola would eat it all.
Over time, she got used to it, so she didn’t think the taste was that bad.
“Alright, you finish it.” Mrs. Thompson replied.
Soon, Viola dished out the noodles from the pot and came out of the kitchen.
Mrs. Thompson looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions.
This girl was beautiful and kept her house tidy, but her cooking was so bad.
It was like the saying that when God opens a door for you, He closes a window.
Viola looked at Mrs. Thompson and said, “Aren’t you going to eat? It’ll get cold soon. ”
“Hmm, I’ll eat right away.”
Mrs. Thompson gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and ate up all the noodles in her bowl.
After finishing the noodles, Mrs. Thompson immediately drank all the milk in her glass.
Fortunately, there was still a glass of milk.
Sylvia Thompson came downstairs and not seeing Mrs. Thompson, she asked with some confusion, “Where’s Grandma?”
Mrs. Thompson had the habit of listening to opera in the morning.
So, every morning around six o’clock, Mrs. Thompson would be sitting on the living room sofa listening to Kunqu opera.
But this morning, Mrs. Thompson was nowhere to be seen.
Mary Perryne said, “Your grandmother left on a plane last night to travel.”
“Travel?” asked Sylvia.
Sylvia continued to ask, “Is Grandma traveling with anyone?”
“No,” Mary laughed, “1 offered to go with her, but she didn’t want me to.”
“Where did Grandma go? She’s so old; what if something happens to her?” Sylvia asked with concern.
Seeing how Sylvia cared about Mrs. Thompson, Mary felt relieved inside.
Although Mrs. Thompson didn’t like Sylvia, Sylvia was still a good granddaughter.
It just showed that Sylvia was a kind-hearted girl.
“Don’t worry, your grandmother is just in River City with your second uncle’s family to look after her.”
Hearing this, Sylvia’s eyes widened.
What was Mrs.. Thompson doing in River City?