Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 194

Emily didn't even get a call from her mother on her birthday. I don't know if I forgot or didn't have time.

But it didn't matter to Emily. As long as he was with Franklin, the others didn't matter.

The two of them spent almost a night in a frenzy, not knowing how many times, but in the end, Emily was knocked out.

The next day, when she woke up, she turned around and looked around. Franklin wasn't there.

Emily went to take a shower, put on her clothes and went downstairs.

As soon as he got downstairs, he smelled something in the kitchen. He couldn't tell what it was. It's a little fragrant and a little sticky. It's weird anyway.

"What are you doing?" Emily walked to the kitchen door and was surprised to see Franklin working inside.

Franklin turned around, wearing an apron. However, it was not against him to wear it, but it was more of a warm man's temperament.

However, his face was not very good. When he saw her coming down, his brows furrowed even more and he whispered, "Why did you get up so quickly?"

"It's getting late. It's ten o' clock," Emily said.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back," Franklin said.

Only then did Emily see that he was actually cooking, but he didn't look very good. It looked a little strange, and I didn't know if I could eat those things.

And in the trash can next to him, there seemed to be a burning smell.

She walked in and saw that half a bucket of noodles had already been poured inside.

No, some of them can be called dark ground cakes. If it weren't for the fact that there were still some noodle heads around, she would hardly have recognized them.

"Are you making me longevity noodles?" Emily understood instantly and asked with tears in her eyes.

Franklin finally finished the food in the pot, took a look at it, sighed and said, "Try it! If it doesn't taste good, pour it. I'll make it again."

He had done it five times in the morning, and this was the only time it wasn't burnt.

With tears in her eyes, she took the chopsticks and took a bite.

To be honest, it was not good at all. It was the worst noodles she had ever tasted.

I don't know what Franklin added in it, but it tastes weird. Most importantly, the noodles were so badly cooked that they almost turned into mush.

But Emily took a big bite and smiled at Franklin, "Yummy. This is the best noodles I've ever had."

She would cook herself a bowl of noodles before Abigail's car accident, but ever since her car accident, she had lived with Anthony and never had a birthday. This day meant nothing to her. She waited until she grew up and could cook her own noodles. For many years, no one had cooked her noodles once.

"Is it good?" Franklin looked doubtfully and took a sip with his chopsticks.

He had always been picky about eating, and the chef's exquisite skills could not please him, let alone the kind of noodles he cooked.

So after taking a bite, he couldn't help but frown. He immediately put down his chopsticks and said, "Stop eating and pour it out! I'll try again."

"No, it's so delicious. Why pour it out? I want to eat it all. It's so delicious," Emily said stubbornly.

As he spoke, he ate it in large mouthfuls, as if it were really delicious.