Dr. Jiang's Daily Adversities Chapter 732 – Acceptable

Chapter 732: Acceptable

Mo Boyuan did not say anything else. He carefully picked up the package of shrimps and tried to find the cooking instructions.

Unfortunately, there was no instructions on it.

“I’ll go out and ask. You stay here.”

“Okay.”

In the courtyard, Mo Boyuan asked the staff how to cook shrimp. However, most of them were men and didn’t know a thing about cooking.

“I. . . don’t know.”

“Mr. Mo, I don’t know either.”

They were served by their mothers or wives when they were home. A gentleman should keep his distance from the kitchen, understand?

Mo Boyuan finally found a female staff and got the cooking instruction.

Then, he returned to the place of food materials and ran into Ye Hao and his son.

“Good morning, Uncle Mo.”

“Good morning, Shitou.”

“Director Mo, aren’t you the first one that arrived? Why are you back?” Despite all his good qualities, Ye Hao was a bit nosy.

From yesterday until now, Mo Boyuan had already gotten used to it.

“I’m here to get some ginger and scallion.”

Ye Hao exclaimed in surprise, “Director Mo, do you know what ginger and scallion look like?”

This man was high and lofty and maybe didn’t know these stuff, right?

But this time, Ye Hao was wrong.

Although Mo Boyuan didn’t know how to cook, he knew these food materials.

Do you think the Mo family would allow their children to be so ignorant and make a fool of themselves?

As Ye Hao and his son watched, Mo Boyuan grabbed ginger, a few heads of garlic, and a handful of scallions. When he passed by Ye Hao, he deliberately waved the things before the other man’s face.

…

Back in Room 5, Mo Boyuan went into the kitchen and took out a knife, a cutting board, and plates. He washed them and placed them on the table.

Then, he washed the pot and put water in it. Then he put in ginger, scallions, and garlic before turning on the gas.

With water, electricity, and gas, life was indeed convenient.

At least, he didn’t need to find firewood to start a fire or anything.

That would really be…

He was grateful to the government’s poverty alleviation policies in the past few years, which allowed most of the villages in the country to have access to running water, electricity, and natural gas. The muddy roads that were once difficult to walk on had also been paved with cement.

He put more than half of the ginger and a few slices of garlic into the pot and boiled them. Then, he shouted, “Mo Zhining, bring the things over.”

The little boy quickly picked up the bag of noodles and the shrimps from the table.

“Daddy, here.”

Mo Boyuan took the package of shrimps and placed it on the chopping board. Then, he used a knife to cut open the box and the plastic bag inside.

There were roughly ten shrimps in the box.

Mo Boyuan threw all of them into the pot. Then, he looked at his watch.

He didn’t expect a delicious meal.

So long as they were cooked, it was a success.

Just don’t expect too much from it.

The little boy looked at the pot seriously.

“Daddy, when will they be ready?” He asked.

As he asked, his mouth watered.

He was so hungry.

Mo Boyuan rolled his eyes.

“Fifteen minutes later.”

It should be enough time.

The little boy counted with his fingers to calculate how long fifteen minutes was, but after a long time, he still couldn’t figure it out.

One minute had sixty seconds; how many seconds was fifteen minutes?

This was beyond his understanding.

Knowing that he couldn’t figure it out, the little boy gave it up and watched his father patiently.

The corners of Mo Boyuan’s mouth curled up. In fact, he suddenly felt good.

It was a new feeling.

It was not easy but he could accept it.