Chapter 1263 Try My Pickled Cucumber
The touch was soft and warm, making them tremble as if electrified, then they bounced away immediately.
“Sorry!” They spoke at the same time.
“It’s not your fault.” Doris said with a blush and eyes down, “I got too close to you.”
“… It’s fine.” Waylon said, “Kids are cute.”
“Yeah.” Doris brushed the hair behind her ear. She said with an uneasy look, “Sorry to make you worry/”
Waylon didn’t answer her. Instead, he said, “Observe one night, then she should be fine.”
“Then…” Doris glanced at him, “Are you going back now?”
“I’m planning to.” Waylon dodged her eyes, saying, “But her recovery has to take a few hours. I’m afraid her body temperature will rise again. Can you handle it?”
“…” Dorish thought. Of course, I can’t handle it. I don’t know the pediatric message.
“Let’s do this.” Waylon said, “If Nessa is stable at midnight, I will go back.”
“Thank you,” Doris said. She was relieved that Waylon was willing to stay.
Nothing is more important than the safety of my child.
“Don’t mention it. Kid’s safety is important. Besides, I have nothing else to do.” Waylon said.
so too.
“Why don’t I cook you some supper? I don’t see you eating much in the hotel just now” Doris got up from the sofa.
“Okay.” Waylon nodded and said, “Something simple will do, like tomato egg noodles.
“Okay.” Doris said, “I’ll have a bowl too. Right, Mrs. Flores too.”
Mrs. Flores heard it from far away, so she probed her head out of the corridor and said, “Ill pass. I’m too old to eat supper.”
Doris went to the kitchen to make tomato egg noodles, and Walson sat on the sofa with Nessa in his embrace.
Seeing that Nessa had fallen into deep sleep, he went to the kid’s room and put her into the
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small bed.
On another small bed, Una was sleeping soundly.
The pinky and tender little face, long eyelashes, and pouting small mouth.
Waylon felt warm looking at him. He smiled unknowingly.
He couldn’t help bending down and gently kissing the little kid’s face.
After covering the brother and sister with blankets, Waylon walked out of the kid’s room.
“Let me take care of them.” Mrs. Flores said at the door, “Mr. Waylon, you should take a rest.”
“I’m not tired.” Waylon said, “The kids are sleeping soundly. You shouldn’t be nervous.”
“You are patient.” Mrs. Flores said, “Of all the men I have seen, you are the most patient with kids.”
Waylon smiled. In terms of patience with kids, the difference between Waylon and Abel was a world apart.
Doris soon made 2 bowls of tomato egg noodles.
They were placed on the table, steaming hot. The chopsticks were neatly set.
When Waylon went to wash his hands, she cut and served the pickles.
They sat face to face at the dining table. Doris said, “Try my pickled cucumber.”
“Pickled cucumber?”
Waylon picked one piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
He chewed twice before nodding and saying, “It’s delicious. It’s crispy, not too salty, and a bit
sweet.”
“This is my grandma’s specialty.” Doris smiled. “When I was young, I liked to eat plain water noodles with a plate of pickled cucumber after school. That was just too delicious.”
“It’s quite refreshing, and it goes well with rice Waylon took a bite of noodles, then he took another piece of pickled cucumber.
If you like it, I’ll park a jar for you later Dorts said, “It also goes well with plain porridge for
breakfast
“Okay” Waylon said “But do you still have some for yourself after giving me a jar’ It takes a
long time to pickle this right?”
“It’s not that long.” Doris ate the tomato egg noodles with the pickled cucumber. “It can be done in one week. If it gets too long, it will be too salty.”
