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“The corn you used is fruit corn?” Adrian Zhekova took a bite and asked.
“Yeah, fruit corn is slightly sweet and juicy.” Cindy Clarke also took a bite,
“Morgan doesn’t like eating regular sticky corn, says it’s too hard to chew.”
“When I eat it, there are so crunchy grains and a bit of tanginess.” Adrian continued to savor the taste.
Cindy laughed, “I added crushed water chestnuts and pickles. The crispiness of the water chestnuts can balance out the solid filling, making it more layered in texture. And the pickles are naturally used to cut through the richness.”
Adrian looked at the filling, indeed, besides the yellow of the corn, there were so fine green bits. However, those green specks were as small as the tip of a needle, scattered amidst the at filling, almost unnoticeable if not looked carefully.
“By the way, I will be back from my business trip this Wednesday.” Adrian said.
Cindy thought to herself, why is he telling when he’ll be back from the trip?
Then she heard Adrian say, “If anything happens during this ti, just reach out directly to and I’ll have soone solve it for you. Even though I won’t be in Belfard, it won’t influence anything.”
Cindy didn’t expect that even while on a business trip, Adrian would still consider her.
“Okay.” Cindy nodded in agreent, her voice slightly hoarse, as if sothing was lodged in her throat.
Morgan had yet to wake up when Adrian left.
Cindy then suggested, “How about I wake up Morgan, so he can say goodbye to you?”
“No need, it’s not like I won’t be back, it’s just a four-day business trip, let him sleep.” Adrian laughed.
He left his luggage in the car, only to let Cindy accompany him downstairs this ti.
Adrian didn’t refuse this ti.
Next to the car, Adrian stopped, lowered his head to look at Cindy, “Don’t miss too much in these four days.”
Cindy: “…”
Who would miss him!
“Of course, if you miss , you can send a ssage on Whatsapp, anyti is fine.” Adrian added.
Cindy didn’t know how to answer him, just said, “I hope your trip goes smoothly.”
Cindy watched Adrian leave, then went back to the house.
It suddenly dawned on her.
No wonder what Adrian had said earlier sounded so familiar.
Now she rembered, Morgan had said nearly the sa thing to Adrian before when they were in Pingla.
Cindy couldn’t help but laugh.
With such a narcissistic manner, they really were father and son.
The days without Adrian seed to be ticking slower.
Cindy researched her cuisine during the day and edited videos at night.
Every day she would receive a ssage from Adrian on Whatsapp.
But the timing of each ssage was unpredictable, each ti with only so fragnted sentences.
It was clear that Adrian was really busy outside.
Probably these fragnted sentences were squeezed out in his tight schedule.
Finally, on Wednesday, Cindy managed to finish the dumpling video she had shot last ti.
Not only did it need to be edited, but it also required subtitles, music, and lots of operations.
After finishing the video, Cindy hadn’t had ti to upload it yet and planned to wait until the audition results were out.
Cindy yawned, shut down the computer, andprepared to go to bed.
But just as she was about to get into bed, she heard the ringtone of the Walkie-talkie coming through.
Who could it be at this late hour?
Cindy walked doubtfully to the door, switched on the light, then turned on the intercommunication video.
Once she saw who was in the screen, Cindy couldn’t help but gasp.
Adrian Zhekova!
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