Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 154 I Can't Understand What You're Saying

Aimee looked at Patrick, tilted her head on purpose, and said, "I can't tell you for now."

The reason she would be angry may be very different from others.

Moreover, it was not easy to make her really angry.

Aimee felt that maybe Patrick would not have such an opportunity.

She also hoped that Patrick would not have such an opportunity.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Let's eat first. I made a very special dish today. I guarantee you haven't

tasted it." Aimee said.

Patrick became interested. He had always liked Aimee's cooking skills very much.

Ordinary home-cooked dishes can already taste so good. Aimee can show such a natural and proud

expression, and Patrick was even more curious about what kind of dish it will be.

Aimee asked Patrick to sit by the table, and she went to the kitchen and brought the dish.

From the appearance point of view, it was just an ordinary casserole, and there was nothing special

about it.

Patrick felt it a little more mysterious. His eyes showed a little expectation, waiting for Aimee to decrypt.

Seeing his expression, Aimee curved her lips and smiled.

"I'm going to reveal it. Don't be too shocked." Aimee said.

She opened the lid of the casserole, and instantly, the fragrance overflowed.

In the casserole, several top ingredients were neatly arranged, but they never took away the charm of

the protagonist.

The protagonist of this dish was a chicken.

In fact, it was the same chicken that Aimee used for the chicken soup that she made for Patrick before,

but at the moment, in the casserole, the chicken looked very plump and full of vitality.

Aimee said, "This dish is called 'run run chicken'."

Patrick felt speechless for a moment. He looked at Aimee with suspicious eyes, as if asking, "What's its

name? Say it again."

Aimee also felt that the name was a bit ridiculous, so she smiled awkwardly, and said, "Matilda chose it.

Everyone dotes on her. Although I think it's ridiculous, I still use it."

Thinking of the time when she made this dish for the first time, the group of guys seemed to have gone

crazy, grabbing the food on the dining table without considering how they looked. Not being respectful

and humble, at that moment, they didn't care who they were. Aimee couldn't help laughing out loud

when recalling this.

After everyone ate until they were full and the corners of their mouths were oily, someone asked her,

"Aimee, what is the name of this dish?"

Aimee hadn't come up with the name at that time, and she was completely bored so she made this

dish. She just used the ingredients that she had at that time.

Originally, she just wanted to make a simple chicken soup, but she didn't expect that, after making it, it

became such a dish.

As for the name, Aimee really didn't considered it.

She held her chin and thought about it for a long time, but before she could come up with a suitable

name, she heard Matilda say, "I think these chickens died very badly. Why don't you tell the chickens to

run away and be reborn as happy chickens in the next life? Chicken, don't let us see you again."

Aimee was a little speechless. Before she expressed any opinions, the others started arguing.

Some people said that to be the chicken in this dish was a great honor, a great honor to die.

Other people said that Matilda was the most happy one when eating, so she didn't look like she had the

slightest bit of guilt towards the chicken.

Matilda was annoyed, so she slapped the table and said, "Just call it 'run, run, chicken'. I eat a lot, so I

say what I say."

Aimee smiled helplessly and shook her head. What can she do? Matilda slapped the table, so she had

to coax her.

Therefore, this dish with complicated workmanship and excellent taste had such a name.

After listening to Aimee's explanation, Patrick found it funny.

He said, "Then I want to know how does this dish taste."

Aimee had already picked up a piece of abalone and put it into Patrick's bowl, saying, "Try this first. I

guarantee you will like it."

Patrick raised his eyes and glanced at Aimee. His eyes were deep and meaningful.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the abalone and put it in his mouth.

Indeed, as Aimee said, the abalone itself was very delicious, and it also combined the taste of chicken

soup, making it even more fresh.

Moreover, he tasted a very peculiar taste in the abalone, a taste that he had never tasted before, and it

was very fresh.

Patrick asked, "Aimee, what did you put in the dish?"

Aimee knew what he had tasted, but she blinked playfully and said, "It's a secret. I can't tell you."

She put in a very rare spice, but the effect of that spice was very powerful for sexual capacity.

Aimee didn't want to tell Patrick that.

Otherwise, if he want to get to the bottom of it, although her explanation was easy, it was inevitable that

Patrick would think too much.

Judging by how often he teased herself lately, Aimee was definitely not willing to bring ruin upon

herself.

Patrick was even more puzzled. It was just an ingredient. Why did Aimee sound so mysterious?

However, as long as Aimee didn't want to say anything, no one can force her.

Patrick didn't continue to ask.

He just praised sincerely, "Aimee, your cooking skills are really good."

Aimee smiled very proudly, and received it by the way, "So, the good meal gets through your

stomach?"

When Patrick heard it, he immediately thought of that proverb.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

He licked his cheek lightly, and said in a wicked and lazy tone, "Actually, if you want to win my heart,

you don't have to go through so much trouble."

Aimee finished speaking, and also thought of that proverb, and her face instantly blushed.

Sure enough, she couldn't say anything that was easily ambiguous.

This man would tease herself whenever he got the chance.

Aimee coughed lightly and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm done eating, so take

your time."

After speaking, Aimee got up from the chair and rushed out of the dinning room.

Patrick chuckled unceremoniously, and the laughter shook Aimee's eardrums, making her really want

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What kind of bad guy was he? How can he bully her like this?

It was simply… annoying.

Aimee blushed and sat down on the sofa angrily.

Her phone screen lit up. It was a message from Matilda.

Aimee clicked on the message, and saw that Matilda sent her many emojis.

"Woo, Aimee, you don't love me anymore. You actually secretly made 'run, run, chicken run'. You really

have changed. You're such a flirting woman!"