My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Chapter 502: Flattery Must Be Done Well Chapter 508: Chapter 502: Flattery Must Be Done Well His movents were nimble, having already washed the rice and set it to cook in the pot, he then took out so vegetables from the fridge.

Picking, washing, and chopping, his movents didn’t falter even for a bit.

After a short while, the sound of chopping could be heard from the kitchen.

Tang Yuxin erged from the inside, her confidence a little shaken.

Gu Ning’s knife skills were really good and she could tell that he wasn’t just bluffing about being a good cook—he was seriously proficient.

Such a good man—one who could handle both official and dostic affairs and wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty—where on earth could one find soone like him?

It was such a pity that Zhang Xiaoi, as foolish as she was, had managed to snatch up such a catch in their previous life.

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When Lin Yile returned, she saw Tang Yuxin carrying dishes out from the kitchen.

“Yuxin, your julienned potatoes today look more like threads than sticks.”

Tang Yuxin’s hand trembled.

Did her previous slices look like sticks?

More like matchsticks, she thought.

Her knife skills weren’t bad, and she was also good at needlework, but slicing people up was probably her stronger suit; her needlework wasn’t used for nding clothes, but for stitching up a person.

The potatoes this ti were sliced perfectly.

Lin Yile was really satisfied with this plate of fried potato shreds.

Actually, I never told you this, but your fried potato strips have always tasted good, the only problem was your cutting skills, which are absolutely perfect this ti.

Tang Yuxin gave her a gloomy side glance.

Lin Yile suddenly felt a chill sweep across her face, leaving her confused if she had misspoken.

But clearly, she didn’t see anything wrong with what she had said.

Tang Yuxin went back into the kitchen and brought out another dish.

It took Lin even more by surprise.

She really felt that Tang Yuxin’s cooking skills had improved a lot.

Not to say that Tang Yuxin’s cooking is not delicious, but she didn’t spend that much ti on it.

Most of the ti, it was enough to make a filling al.

It was rare that the al was colorful, fragrant, and tasteful like it was today.

There were five dishes and a soup in total, including stir-fried potato shreds, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, egg drop soup, and twice-cooked pork.

All were dishes they ate often, but the way these dishes were made felt like they were in a restaurant.

It was far better than the food they get in their college kitchen.

“Yuxin, these dishes you made are really good.”

Lin Yile wanted to complint her with ulterior motives.

However, she praised the wrong person when Gu Ning, who was wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen.

Lin Yile almost ducked for cover under the table.

Who knew Tang Yuxin was such a petty woman who could at tis be unreasonable.

Indeed, her temperant was hard for the average person to understand and handle.

Tang YuXin placed her chopsticks on the table, picked them up, and started eating.

Her expression shocked Lin Yile.

Lin was now eating timidly, content with just the white rice—she didn’t dare touch the other dishes.

Gu Ning didn’t interfere with the two won’s quarrel, considering it their own personal matter.

His sole responsibility was to cook the al, serve himself a portion, and then clean up the kitchen.

That was it.

And why did he know how to cook?

In fact, he started learning how to cook when he was very young—initially, because his father was often busy, his mother was in poor health, and his elder brother could hardly tell grain from chaff.

The food his mother prepared was hard to swallow, and today, it still hasn’t improved.

So in order to grow up healthy, he took over the chore of cooking.

During his university years, he lived alone, taking care of his own als until he started working and had less ti to cook for himself.

However, he always did most of the cooking whenever he visited ho.

So Mr.

Gu Ning’s cooking skills could be deed average.

The dishes he made tasted pretty good, but he didn’t have much ti to showcase his skills now.

“Actually, Yuxin, your dishes taste much nicer.”

Lin Yile awkwardly said, “Your scrambled eggs with tomatoes have a slightly sour taste and are delicious.

They taste even better than the ones my mom makes.”

However, the more she talked, the softer her voice beca.

She quickly covered her mouth.

She had slipped up again.

Tang Yuxin stabbed her bowl with her chopsticks, like she was stabbing at Lin Yile.

Good.

She worked her ass off every day, coming back ho to prepare als despite her busyness.

Did Lin Yile really take view her efforts as sour, like the vinegar she had poured into her scrambled eggs with tomatoes?

Lin Yile looked at Gu Ning for help, with a gaze that cried of being unfairly oppressed.

She seed to have offended the little monster, Tang.

What if she didn’t cook from now on?

She couldn’t cook by herself!

All she knew how to do was to boil water and fry so tasteless vegetables till they turned hard and dry.

That was probably why she was so skinny during her pregnancy—lack of money was one reason, but her inability to cook was another big one.

Otherwise, how could she let herself starve to the point where even her child was born with such a low birth weight?

Her weight was later restored only by her mother’s forceful intervention.

Gu Ning reached over and took a book from the side, placing it in front of Tang Yuxin.

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It was only then that Tang Yuxin realized what she had forgotten.

No wonder her al didn’t taste right—she had forgotten to read a book while eating.

After finishing dinner, Lin Yile spontaneously rolled up her sleeves and took the initiative to do the dishes, feeling that it was best to maintain a safe distance from Tang Yuxin for the ti being.

Without lingering, Gu Ning left.

When Tang Yuxin ca back after seeing him off, Lin Yile was still in the kitchen washing dishes, having smartly kept herself out of sight.

It had to be said that having grown up together, Lin Yile understood Tang Yuxin’s temperant pretty well.

She knew that all she needed to do was to lay low for a few days and everything would return to normal—clear skies and sunshine.

Not to ntion with the hospital keeping her so busy, who had the ti to bear a grudge?

Tang Yuxin conducted several surgeries in the hospital.

All of them were general internal surgeries and were highly successful.

At this point, her success rate for surgeries was basically 100 percent.

Tong Shu couldn’t help but steal glances at Tang Yuxin, who stood in her white coat.

She couldn’t figure out what made Tang Yuxin so special to have managed to beco a chief physician at the military hospital at such a young age.