Broken With My Mother In Law

The best way to measure flour is to first stir the flour a bit before spooning into the measuring cup. Fill until heaping, and then sweep the excess off the top with the flat edge of a butter knife.

Line flat cookie sheets with parchment for easy cleanup. Be sure to give the dropped dough plenty of air space, so the cookies won’t bump into each other as they spread.

There is lots of baking science behind what makes a soft, chewy cookie versus a crisp, crunchy cookie. The ratio and type of sugars used, the amount of butter or shortening, and how much flour is stirred in all make a difference. That’s what I learned from the pastry chef that I worked with a few months ago. 

I wipe the sweat on my forehead when I am finally done with a satisfied smirk on my face. 

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“Well, hello, old friend. I really want to taste you slowly and bite by bite. I haven’t touched you for so long, and you are more and more missing.” In the evening, Diana was holding a glass of wine and said affectionately.

“Diana, you mustn’t mix medicine with wine. It could put your life in danger. You mustn’t make fun of your body.”

“I’m a little unhappy. You can imagine that in this case, I can only feel better if I drink. Please don’t stop me, OK?” It’s right that you are unhappy. I can’t come here for nothing.

“Oh, I know, I’m sorry, but your doctor also said that if you feel unhappy, you should take medicine instead of drinking. Just relax and I’ll get you medicine.” I took the glass in her hand, so I couldn’t let her drink. I was afraid that she was drunk and couldn’t control herself and began to go crazy. Compared with letting her drink to relieve boredom, I thought taking medicine was the most appropriate. I went to the table opposite her to fetch her medicine, with my back to her. I exchanged the real anxiety medicine I had brought back from Andy with the “medicine” she had taken.

“Here it will make you feel better. Here, drink some water. I hope you will like my cooking, which is a special dish of my mother.” I handed her the medicine, and she ate it in her mouth without thinking. I gave her another glass of water and watched her swallow it. Next, it’s time for her to try a dish I cooked for her myself.

“What’s that?” She asked me, looking at a dish I put in front of her eyes with disgust.

“The internal organs are very delicate. Try them. They taste very good.” I told her with a smile.

Linda’s POV

“Does it look like something you’ve never tasted, believe me, is a delicious plate. Oh, by the way, Donald called, he’s coming back tomorrow, I can’t wait, I’m so excited, I miss him so much, I’ve been thinking, maybe the three of us will have lunch together tomorrow, don’t you think?” It was so powerful that within ten minutes of taking it, Diana began to be dizzy and shaking her head. I continued to say this to her, whether she could hear her clearly or not. Actually, my purpose was not to make her talk to me.

“Pa.” Diana was completely dizzy and plunged into the tray of internal organs.

“Yes, I think it’s a good idea, too. I’ll do it. How interesting. Don’t you like being friends?” I continued to talk to myself, and after I had packed up some plates, I smiled and walked over to Diana and pushed her hard to make sure she wouldn’t wake up tonight. “Good night and have a good sleep.” I turned off the lights, left the dining room, and left Diana to sleep alone in the gut plate. I was really happy. I finally got a good sleep tonight.

The next morning, because someone who had an appointment with the hand-painted platform wanted to meet, the meeting place was a coffee shop not far away. I got up early to clean up. When I went out, I saw that Diana had not woken up and left her alone.

“Hi, Linda, isn’t it? It’s an honor to meet you. Please sit down.” A man in a suit and tie was sitting at a table by the window, with a cup of hot coffee in front of him. When he saw me walk past, he stood up, the gentleman stretched out his hand, shook hands, and then helped me open the chair. These actions were done in one go. When I sat down first, he called the waiter. “Hello, another cup of coffee, please.” He ordered me a cup of coffee, too.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Are you Baker, the person in charge of” Let’s Draw Together “? Nice to meet you. Do you need anything else for this offline meeting?” I looked at this man with a meticulous hair comb and clear eyes, and my thoughts drifted far away. His eyes can talk and are very attractive. Just looking at his eyes is enough to make people move, not to mention his beautiful face. There is no shortage of beautiful people in this world, which makes people pleasing to the eye.

“Linda, Linda? What are you thinking? You understand what I just said.” I shook my head, he just said what, as if a word I didn’t hear, should not be some important thing.

“Oh, yes, I see, I see, thank you.” If I didn’t hear it, pretend to hear it first. It’s a bit too deliberate to ask now. Anyway, there is contact information, so there won’t be any problem. I picked up the coffee I didn’t know when and pretended to drink it to hide my embarrassment. I secretly glanced at him again, and fortunately, I didn’t reveal it.

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When we were done talking, I had no idea what to do next. I don’t want to go home yet so I decided to just stroll around. I decided to go to the mall and check for anything my eyes would catch. I walked across a store full of clothes then I checked them out. I bought a dress that looked perfect then I went home. 

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A pair of orbs met mine when I opened my eyes. Full of admiration, love, longing and lust? I don’t know. All I know is that my expression mirrored his with a little bit of confusion. Nevertheless, I can’t take my eyes off of him. He is so handsome. Gorgeous even. From my eyes, he lowered his gaze to my lips and my eyes seemed to have a mind of its own to follow his action. I can’t help but bite my lips on the sight. Very slowly, he leans in. “What?” My mind shouted but immediately shut up when I felt his soft lips on mine. 

Mint was all I could think of. He did not move. Just pressed his lips against mine. Just a sweet kiss from a sweet guy. A simple kiss. Yet, it sends a million of electricity to my body and butterflies fly everywhere. Just when I thought he’d withdraw himself from mine, he slowly moved his lips. I felt stunned. Wow, what is this feeling? I feel tingly all over. Just then, I felt a hand on my chin. He was then putting more emotion on his kisses. I don’t know why but I think I understand. Like he’s requesting me to respond. 

I don’t wanna hold back anymore. With a soft bit on my lower lip, I finally felt myself move. I felt him smile on our kiss. So I put my hands on his shoulder following his pace. A slight moan escaped from him when I responded, or is it mine? I don’t care. I like this feeling. I liked it that it’s like our lips are molded for each other. While I was busy thinking how good this feels, I felt his right hand leaving my chin, now on my cheeks. His left hand on my side, gently stroking it up and down. Goosebumps. How can he make me feel this way? Right then, he gently removed his right hand on my cheeks. Tracing his hand on my chin, down to my neck then found its way to my side. Now both hands on my sides. All of that while we’re still kissing. I could get used to this.

Now, feeling more confident, he gently pushed me down until I’m lying on my back. I felt a little bit disappointed and confused so I looked at him. Only to find his eyes staring back at mine, looking for any signs of hesitation from me. Without any words, he kissed me again. This time, with more passion. I couldn’t help but moan against our kiss. My hands automatically went to his back without knowing. I then felt his knees in between my thighs. I suddenly felt so hot all over. Oh god it’s like eighty degrees celsius here…