Chef Strawberry's CEO

After eating, the two of them took a shower first, and then went to bed to lie down, ready to take a pleasant nap.

Zongcai got into this habit only after following Cao Mei.

And Cao Mei has always liked to sleep, especially the afternoon nap.

I didn't know how to describe it before, but after reading the book, I heard that there is a saying "steal a half-day leisure", maybe it can't be used in this way, but Cao Mei feels that it is similar to the feeling of taking a nap.

Trapped in the soft quilt, with her head in the soft pillow, Cao Mei fell asleep sweetly.

Sleep comfortably, even dreams are sweet.

Cao Mei had a wonderful dream.

In the dream, my mother was making a cake for herself.

Circle after circle of cream is covered on the cake, and the top is covered with a circle of strawberries and white chocolate, which is so sweet that it makes people's heart beat.

"Mom, why are you making a cake today?" Little Cao Mei asked her mother innocently.

"Because I want our little strawberry to be happy." Mom said, dipping a little cream with her fingers and applying it to Cao Mei's nose.

"Ah, mom is so annoying." Cao Mei ran away annoyed, trying to clean herself up.

Mother's crisp laughter came from behind.

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"Is it delicious?" Mom asked Xiao Caomei.

"Delicious!" Xiao Cao Mei said happily.

Pink strawberry jam flowed out from the triangular cake, mixed with cream and cake, making Xiao Caomei very satisfied after eating a small piece in one bite.

"Mom likes little strawberries, that's why she made cakes for our little strawberries. In the future, anyone who likes little strawberries will make cakes for him, do you understand?" Mom said to Xiao Caomei.

"In the future, I will make it for my mother. I like my mother the most." Cao Mei inserted a small cake and stretched it out to her mother.

Mother took it in one bite, and said to Xiao Caomei with a sweet smile: "Little Strawberry is so good, there will definitely be many people who like our little Strawberry in the future."

The cake is delicious, and my mother is also pretty, and the smile is the most gentle and pleasant.

It's a pity that dreams always have to wake up, and Cao Mei who woke up felt a little lost.

I haven't dreamed about my mother for a long time.

Sometimes I miss my mother very much, but people always have to grow up.

Now I am living a very good life, and my mother must be happy to see me.

Cao Mei thought ecstatically.

Sitting on the bed, I would be in a daze. I looked at my phone and found that it was 04:30, and it was time to get up and cook.

Unknowingly, Cao Mei has made it a habit to cook for Zongcai and herself.

While going downstairs, I was thinking about what to eat for dinner.

Stir-fried pork, homemade tofu, tomato and egg soup, and a stir-fried yellow bud white.

Cao Mei decided on the menu for tonight very quickly.

As a chef, you have to be so decisive, Cao Mei thought in a mess.

Zongcai hadn't gotten up yet when he came back from shopping for groceries.

Cao Mei felt a little strange, so she put down her grocery bag and went upstairs to see what was going on with Zong Cai.

When I came to Zongcai's room, I saw Zongcai's beige bed, which was a warm color, covering Zongcai's whole body.

Why is Zong Cai still asleep?Cao Mei was a little puzzled.

"Wake up, it's time to eat." Cao Mei stepped forward and shook Zong Cai.

Zong Cai didn't respond at all.

Cao Mei shook again, and Zong Cai hummed as he was shaken.

"Cao Mei...?" Zong Cai said weakly.

"What's wrong with you?" Cao Mei didn't understand what happened?Isn't it just eating, taking a nap, and then waking up, Zong Cai? ? ?

"I'm not feeling well. I may have a cold. I'll be fine after a night of sleep." Zong Cai's lips were bloodless and his face was pale.

"Does it matter to you? Do you want to go to the hospital?" What did Cao Mei say last night, afraid of catching a cold?This is not a cold.

Suddenly, I feel guilty. Is it because I was wearing Zongcai's coat that Zongcai caught a cold?

It was clear that there was nothing wrong in the morning, but suddenly fell ill.

Cao Mei was a little flustered.

"Do you have Banlangen at home? I'll be fine after I drink a cup and sleep." Zongcai thought that the cold was just a minor illness, and he would be fine after a night of sleep.

Zong Cai's cry pulled Cao Mei out of her guilt state.

"Oh, yes, I'll soak it up and bring it for you." Cao Mei immediately replied to Zong Cai after hearing this, and then turned to get the medicine.

Halfway through, I remembered that it was time to eat.

"Shall I make you a bowl of porridge? It's not good to not eat." Cao Mei looked at Zongcai distressedly.

"Then I will trouble you." Zong Cai said.

"It's okay." Cao Mei nodded to show that she knew, and left Zongcai's room.

First take out the medicine and put it on the tea table, and then prepare to cook porridge for Zong Cai.

The patient should eat something lighter. It seems that there are eggs and milk at home, so make a custard porridge.

The sweet Zongcai should like it.

Cao Mei put the uncooked dishes bought today into the refrigerator, and then took out eggs, milk and a handful of millet.

Millet porridge tastes better and tastes better.

Wash the millet first, and then put it in a clay pot.

In my impression, Cao Mei felt that porridge cooked in a clay pot would be more fragrant and more glutinous.

Then add an appropriate amount of water into the pottery pot, boil it over high heat, and then cook slowly over low heat.

Cao Mei listened to the gurgling in the pot, and hoped that Zongcai would get well soon.

After all, Zong Cai's illness has something to do with him.

When the millet porridge in the earthenware pot is boiled over low heat until it becomes thick, pour in milk, then boil over high heat, then put the beaten egg liquid into the boiled porridge, and add an appropriate amount of sugar to taste by the way.

Cao Mei carefully took out the prepared custard and millet porridge, put it in a small bone china bowl, and brought it to Zongcai's room.

Although Zong Cai was not feeling well and was a little listless, Cao Mei still felt it when he entered the room.

At the same time, I felt the bowl of porridge exuding a sweet aroma in Cao Mei's hand.

"It smells so good." A sick dog also needs to eat, Zong Cai smacked his lips, it seems that this bowl of porridge suits his appetite.

"I cook the millet porridge with milk and eggs, try it." Cao Mei carefully brought it to Zongcai.

Zong Cai said thanks, and then took it.

The porridge is light golden in color and smells the sweet custard aroma. Zong Cai had no appetite at first, but this bowl of porridge aroused Zong Cai's desire to eat just right.

Zong Cai scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of eggs and the taste of milk are neither sweet nor greasy, and become the main flavor of millet porridge. The soft and waxy taste and warm touch seem to reduce some of Zongcai's discomfort.

Food has such a magical power, Zong Cai continued to drink a few sips, and felt that his food seemed to be half healed.

Zong Cai finished eating unhurriedly, wiped his mouth with unsatisfied interest, and then returned the bowl to Cao Mei.

"Cao Mei, thank you very much. A bowl of hot custard porridge made me feel better." Zong Cai said with a faint smile, but he was indeed much more energetic.

Cao Mei was very relieved that she finally helped.

Passed the soaked Banlangen to Zongcai, and watched him finish drinking before Cao Mei went back to her room.

After being tired for a long time, she finally relaxed. Cao Mei lay down and seemed to be able to fall asleep in a while.

It was too tight before, and as soon as it was relaxed, I didn't want to move.

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Cao Mei rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

The author has something to say: keep warm, no matter if you are a cutie from the south or the north!

It's hard to be sick, let's not talk, I'm going to wipe my nose.

【Blow your nose—】