Chapter 703
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After seeing Nell leave, Cera looked at Lynch on one side, "thank you for coming back. It's our fault..."
She was silent as she spoke.
Money is really a good thing. If it were Sierra in the past, she would not have such complex ideas and expression. Money not only makes her enjoy a better life, but also makes her more cultured.
She knows how to express something correctly, such as an apology.
Lynch held her hand and shook his head. "This is your choice. I will respect your wishes. No one is sorry. You can give me life is my greatest gift. I have no right to ask you to apologize to me for your own things."
Cera smiled and did not continue to discuss the issue. She changed the topic. "Won't you leave in a hurry?"
"No, I'll wait two days."
"That's just right. I suddenly want to cook. I'll make something for you to eat." there's another word she didn't say. There won't be many such opportunities in the future.
In fact, she had made breakfast for Nell in the morning, the last breakfast.
When she got home, Sierra began to ask the maid to prepare food for the evening, and she turned down the invitations of several wives. Now she just wanted to stay quiet for a while.
The seemingly ordinary divorce actually gave her a certain degree of impact.
In the afternoon, both mother and son were watching TV or chatting about some common topics.
At five o'clock, Serra changed her apron and entered the kitchen.
Lynch hit her.
"I haven't cooked my own dinner for a long time."
She said as she skillfully manipulated the kitchen utensils. "Sometimes I feel that all this is a dream, and everything is not so real."
The federal dinner is the most grand and sumptuous of the three meals a day. In the Federation, you can often see people who eat toast for breakfast, eat toast at noon and wait for dinner to enjoy after a hungry day.
From more than five o'clock, the unemployed women in the Federation will start preparing dinner. Most of them will cook a sauce with some tomatoes and onions as the base of the soup.
After the sauce is boiled to a certain extent, some of it will be taken out as a sauce base for steak, and the other part will be added with water and other ingredients to turn into all kinds of strange soup.
For federal housewives, nothing can't be stewed in a soup pot. If so, add some tomatoes and onions.
Smelling the strange smell in his memory, Lynch recalled the past. It was this smell when he came home from school every day.
There was a black and yellow soup pot on the scorched stove. In fact, the color was not dirty and could not be washed off. It had seeped into the skin.
There is a stew of tomato soup, a little onion, a little radish and a little potato.
If it was Nell's payday, there would be some minced beef, some white mushrooms and a little spice.
At that time, he just had to sit and wait until about 7:30. When Nell came back from the factory, he could have dinner.
Most of his and Sierra's dinners were fried eggs and some shredded meat. Nell ate a complete post cut steak. He was the head of the family and the source of the family's economy, so he deserved the best dinner.
As for Lynch and Cera, they can make soup with meal bags that are hard enough to smash their toes. The rest of the tomato and onion sauce can be eaten with ground beef.
Tomato and onion sauce is a little sour and sweet. At the same time, it can soften the meal package. A mouthful can choke to death. At this time, a mouthful of sour tomato and onion soup, potato and radish soup makes the whole person feel comfortable.
A little warm, this may be the feeling of children, perhaps this is the feeling of "home" in the mouth of scholars.
But only adults know that this is the helplessness of life.
At more than six o'clock, the mother and son had sat at the table, and the food was ready. When the last steak was brought, Sierra took off her apron. She habitually wiped her hands with her apron, and then put it aside.
"I hope my craft hasn't deteriorated..." she put the steak on the plate in front of Lynch and poured tomato and onion sauce on it.
This sauce is not as bright red as people think. In fact, it turns yellow at the end of stewing. It tastes very fragrant and sour.
Sour means fresh and healthy, which is a strange cognition. In the Federation, if someone asks you whether a fruit is fresh or not, they must ask you whether it is sweet or sour enough.
Lynch said thank you, picked up a knife and fork, cut a small piece of beef, wrapped it in sauce and wrapped it in the mouth.
The tomatoes are completely stewed. After a long time of high-temperature stewing, the onion particles only have a soft and rotten taste that can hardly be felt. The whole sauce is mainly fresh acid and a little sweet, with some other spices added, but generally speaking, it still revolves around these two flavors.
They well neutralize the faint fishy smell of the blood spilled from the undercooked steak. It is either myoglobin or blood. If it is blood, it will have a little fishy smell of beef.
Sour mouth is also more appetizing.
"Not bad, no different from the past." Lynch said sincerely, "very good!"
"This is your grandfather's unique sauce," Sierra said with a smile. Every sauce in every family comes from "inheritance". She looked at Lynch and said, "when can I pass this' secret 'to who?"
"This is a very personal topic. I don't want to get married for a short time."
"Sorry..." Sierra apologized for this very abrupt question. "In fact, it's better to get married later. At least you can have more choices..."
The mother and son are having dinner, and someone suddenly visits during this time period. This is not a normal time period for visits.
The maid stood outside the restaurant, a little nervous, "it's Mr. Koman..."
Cera's expression was a little surprised, the maid was a little cramped, and Lynch was a little curious, "Mr. Koman... Do I know you?"
Cera's expression was a little strange and embarrassed. "He's my fitness coach and is chasing me." she looked at Lynch. "Do you want to see him?"
Lynch hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.
Not long after, a fitness coach named Koman came in from the outside.
He looks good and has a good shape, especially the wide shoulders and back in sharp contrast to his slender waist.
In this age when bodybuilding is very popular, people passively popularize a lot of bodybuilding knowledge, such as bear's back and bee's waist, which are the aesthetic standards of bodybuilding.
Mr. Koman's body is like this, which is very consistent with people's perception of physical beauty in this era.
He has gray blond hair, looks about thirty years old, and has a smile on his face. It's not very annoying.
When Lynch looked at Koman, the fitness coach also looked at Lynch. He soon recognized Lynch, "my God, is that Mr. Lynch?"
He said and looked at Sierra. There was some pride and pride on Sierra's face. "This is my son."
With the participation of Mr. Koman, the dinner was soon over. The three came to the living room. Sierra temporarily left here on the grounds of making some tea for the two and left the space for the two men.
Coman was a little restless at this time. The quiet atmosphere made him feel a little depressed. He said a little uneasy, "I never knew the relationship between Sierra and you. She mentioned you, but didn't say your name. I'm still a little surprised now..."
At this time, Koman was as surprised as buying a lottery ticket and winning the century grand prize. Sierra was Lynch's mother, which was definitely a big surprise in his life!
If he could catch up with Lynch's line, he would soon be able to realize his freedom of life. He wanted to say something, but Lynch stopped him with a look in his eyes.
At that moment, a bitter cold water seemed to pour down from the head. Coman became calm and he was a little sweating.
"There is no concealment or deception. No matter how you treat this feeling before, even in acting, I hope you can play this play well. It would be better if you could play it all your life."
His tone was very light, without any smoke and anger, but he put a lot of pressure on Koman.
Lynch looked up into his eyes. "I don't care if you lied to her before, but you can't lie to her later. You know, I'm rich."
In the Federation, you can offend the president, gangsters and politicians, but don't offend the rich.
Whether inside or outside the rules, they all have ways to make a life worse than death.
Sierra seems to like this man very much, so the story must have a happy ending. That's what Lynch can do for Sierra.
Coman calmed down from his ecstasy. He lowered his head a little guilty. "I think I've found out, Mr. Lynch..."
"You don't know!" Lynch directly denied his answer. "Before Sierra is tired, you will always play the role you play now, and you will say goodbye to your past."
"I will find something for you to do so that you can maintain a decent life, and what you pay is only a part of your life, okay?"
In fact, Koman is not only an ambiguous person. Being a fitness coach, especially for these rich wives, is a very special job in itself.
This job is very competitive. If you want to maintain these customers, each coach has some different practices.
Coleman has read a book that says that love is always the best way to keep a woman fresh in the world. This trick is really good until this moment.
The two calmed down. Lynch was watching TV, while Coman was thinking about the future.
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After seeing Nell leave, Cera looked at Lynch on one side, "thank you for coming back. It's our fault..."
She was silent as she spoke.
Money is really a good thing. If it were Sierra in the past, she would not have such complex ideas and expression. Money not only makes her enjoy a better life, but also makes her more cultured.
She knows how to express something correctly, such as an apology.
Lynch held her hand and shook his head. "This is your choice. I will respect your wishes. No one is sorry. You can give me life is my greatest gift. I have no right to ask you to apologize to me for your own things."
Cera smiled and did not continue to discuss the issue. She changed the topic. "Won't you leave in a hurry?"
"No, I'll wait two days."
"That's just right. I suddenly want to cook. I'll make something for you to eat." there's another word she didn't say. There won't be many such opportunities in the future.
In fact, she had made breakfast for Nell in the morning, the last breakfast.
When she got home, Sierra began to ask the maid to prepare food for the evening, and she turned down the invitations of several wives. Now she just wanted to stay quiet for a while.
The seemingly ordinary divorce actually gave her a certain degree of impact.
In the afternoon, both mother and son were watching TV or chatting about some common topics.
At five o'clock, Serra changed her apron and entered the kitchen.
Lynch hit her.
"I haven't cooked my own dinner for a long time."
She said as she skillfully manipulated the kitchen utensils. "Sometimes I feel that all this is a dream, and everything is not so real."
The federal dinner is the most grand and sumptuous of the three meals a day. In the Federation, you can often see people who eat toast for breakfast, eat toast at noon and wait for dinner to enjoy after a hungry day.
From more than five o'clock, the unemployed women in the Federation will start preparing dinner. Most of them will cook a sauce with some tomatoes and onions as the base of the soup.
After the sauce is boiled to a certain extent, some of it will be taken out as a sauce base for steak, and the other part will be added with water and other ingredients to turn into all kinds of strange soup.
For federal housewives, nothing can't be stewed in a soup pot. If so, add some tomatoes and onions.
Smelling the strange smell in his memory, Lynch recalled the past. It was this smell when he came home from school every day.
There was a black and yellow soup pot on the scorched stove. In fact, the color was not dirty and could not be washed off. It had seeped into the skin.
There is a stew of tomato soup, a little onion, a little radish and a little potato.
If it was Nell's payday, there would be some minced beef, some white mushrooms and a little spice.
At that time, he just had to sit and wait until about 7:30. When Nell came back from the factory, he could have dinner.
Most of his and Sierra's dinners were fried eggs and some shredded meat. Nell ate a complete post cut steak. He was the head of the family and the source of the family's economy, so he deserved the best dinner.
As for Lynch and Cera, they can make soup with meal bags that are hard enough to smash their toes. The rest of the tomato and onion sauce can be eaten with ground beef.
Tomato and onion sauce is a little sour and sweet. At the same time, it can soften the meal package. A mouthful can choke to death. At this time, a mouthful of sour tomato and onion soup, potato and radish soup makes the whole person feel comfortable.
A little warm, this may be the feeling of children, perhaps this is the feeling of "home" in the mouth of scholars.
But only adults know that this is the helplessness of life.
At more than six o'clock, the mother and son had sat at the table, and the food was ready. When the last steak was brought, Sierra took off her apron. She habitually wiped her hands with her apron, and then put it aside.
"I hope my craft hasn't deteriorated..." she put the steak on the plate in front of Lynch and poured tomato and onion sauce on it.
This sauce is not as bright red as people think. In fact, it turns yellow at the end of stewing. It tastes very fragrant and sour.
Sour means fresh and healthy, which is a strange cognition. In the Federation, if someone asks you whether a fruit is fresh or not, they must ask you whether it is sweet or sour enough.
Lynch said thank you, picked up a knife and fork, cut a small piece of beef, wrapped it in sauce and wrapped it in the mouth.
The tomatoes are completely stewed. After a long time of high-temperature stewing, the onion particles only have a soft and rotten taste that can hardly be felt. The whole sauce is mainly fresh acid and a little sweet, with some other spices added, but generally speaking, it still revolves around these two flavors.
They well neutralize the faint fishy smell of the blood spilled from the undercooked steak. It is either myoglobin or blood. If it is blood, it will have a little fishy smell of beef.
Sour mouth is also more appetizing.
"Not bad, no different from the past." Lynch said sincerely, "very good!"
"This is your grandfather's unique sauce," Sierra said with a smile. Every sauce in every family comes from "inheritance". She looked at Lynch and said, "when can I pass this' secret 'to who?"
"This is a very personal topic. I don't want to get married for a short time."
"Sorry..." Sierra apologized for this very abrupt question. "In fact, it's better to get married later. At least you can have more choices..."
The mother and son are having dinner, and someone suddenly visits during this time period. This is not a normal time period for visits.
The maid stood outside the restaurant, a little nervous, "it's Mr. Koman..."
Cera's expression was a little surprised, the maid was a little cramped, and Lynch was a little curious, "Mr. Koman... Do I know you?"
Cera's expression was a little strange and embarrassed. "He's my fitness coach and is chasing me." she looked at Lynch. "Do you want to see him?"
Lynch hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.
Not long after, a fitness coach named Koman came in from the outside.
He looks good and has a good shape, especially the wide shoulders and back in sharp contrast to his slender waist.
In this age when bodybuilding is very popular, people passively popularize a lot of bodybuilding knowledge, such as bear's back and bee's waist, which are the aesthetic standards of bodybuilding.
Mr. Koman's body is like this, which is very consistent with people's perception of physical beauty in this era.
He has gray blond hair, looks about thirty years old, and has a smile on his face. It's not very annoying.
When Lynch looked at Koman, the fitness coach also looked at Lynch. He soon recognized Lynch, "my God, is that Mr. Lynch?"
He said and looked at Sierra. There was some pride and pride on Sierra's face. "This is my son."
With the participation of Mr. Koman, the dinner was soon over. The three came to the living room. Sierra temporarily left here on the grounds of making some tea for the two and left the space for the two men.
Coman was a little restless at this time. The quiet atmosphere made him feel a little depressed. He said a little uneasy, "I never knew the relationship between Sierra and you. She mentioned you, but didn't say your name. I'm still a little surprised now..."
At this time, Koman was as surprised as buying a lottery ticket and winning the century grand prize. Sierra was Lynch's mother, which was definitely a big surprise in his life!
If he could catch up with Lynch's line, he would soon be able to realize his freedom of life. He wanted to say something, but Lynch stopped him with a look in his eyes.
At that moment, a bitter cold water seemed to pour down from the head. Coman became calm and he was a little sweating.
"There is no concealment or deception. No matter how you treat this feeling before, even in acting, I hope you can play this play well. It would be better if you could play it all your life."
His tone was very light, without any smoke and anger, but he put a lot of pressure on Koman.
Lynch looked up into his eyes. "I don't care if you lied to her before, but you can't lie to her later. You know, I'm rich."
In the Federation, you can offend the president, gangsters and politicians, but don't offend the rich.
Whether inside or outside the rules, they all have ways to make a life worse than death.
Sierra seems to like this man very much, so the story must have a happy ending. That's what Lynch can do for Sierra.
Coman calmed down from his ecstasy. He lowered his head a little guilty. "I think I've found out, Mr. Lynch..."
"You don't know!" Lynch directly denied his answer. "Before Sierra is tired, you will always play the role you play now, and you will say goodbye to your past."
"I will find something for you to do so that you can maintain a decent life, and what you pay is only a part of your life, okay?"
In fact, Koman is not only an ambiguous person. Being a fitness coach, especially for these rich wives, is a very special job in itself.
This job is very competitive. If you want to maintain these customers, each coach has some different practices.
Coleman has read a book that says that love is always the best way to keep a woman fresh in the world. This trick is really good until this moment.
The two calmed down. Lynch was watching TV, while Coman was thinking about the future.
After seeing Nell leave, Cera looked at Lynch on one side, "thank you for coming back. It's our fault..."She was silent as she spoke.Money is really a good thing. If it were Sierra in the past, she would not have such complex ideas and expression. Money not only makes her enjoy a better life, but also makes her more cultured.She knows how to express something correctly, such as an apology.Lynch held her hand and shook his head. "This is your choice. I will respect your wishes. No one is sorry. You can give me life is my greatest gift. I have no right to ask you to apologize to me for your own things."Cera smiled and did not continue to discuss the issue. She changed the topic. "Won't you leave in a hurry?""No, I'll wait two days.""That's just right. I suddenly want to cook. I'll make something for you to eat." there's another word she didn't say. There won't be many such opportunities in the future.In fact, she had made breakfast for Nell in the morning, the last breakfast.When she got home, Sierra began to ask the maid to prepare food for the evening, and she turned down the invitations of several wives. Now she just wanted to stay quiet for a while.The seemingly ordinary divorce actually gave her a certain degree of impact.In the afternoon, both mother and son were watching TV or chatting about some common topics.At five o'clock, Serra changed her apron and entered the kitchen.Lynch hit her."I haven't cooked my own dinner for a long time."She said as she skillfully manipulated the kitchen utensils. "Sometimes I feel that all this is a dream, and everything is not so real."The federal dinner is the most grand and sumptuous of the three meals a day. In the Federation, you can often see people who eat toast for breakfast, eat toast at noon and wait for dinner to enjoy after a hungry day.From more than five o'clock, the unemployed women in the Federation will start preparing dinner. Most of them will cook a sauce with some tomatoes and onions as the base of the soup.After the sauce is boiled to a certain extent, some of it will be taken out as a sauce base for steak, and the other part will be added with water and other ingredients to turn into all kinds of strange soup.For federal housewives, nothing can't be stewed in a soup pot. If so, add some tomatoes and onions.Smelling the strange smell in his memory, Lynch recalled the past. It was this smell when he came home from school every day.There was a black and yellow soup pot on the scorched stove. In fact, the color was not dirty and could not be washed off. It had seeped into the skin.There is a stew of tomato soup, a little onion, a little radish and a little potato.If it was Nell's payday, there would be some minced beef, some white mushrooms and a little spice.At that time, he just had to sit and wait until about 7:30. When Nell came back from the factory, he could have dinner.Most of his and Sierra's dinners were fried eggs and some shredded meat. Nell ate a complete post cut steak. He was the head of the family and the source of the family's economy, so he deserved the best dinner.As for Lynch and Cera, they can make soup with meal bags that are hard enough to smash their toes. The rest of the tomato and onion sauce can be eaten with ground beef.Tomato and onion sauce is a little sour and sweet. At the same time, it can soften the meal package. A mouthful can choke to death. At this time, a mouthful of sour tomato and onion soup, potato and radish soup makes the whole person feel comfortable.A little warm, this may be the feeling of children, perhaps this is the feeling of "home" in the mouth of scholars.But only adults know that this is the helplessness of life.At more than six o'clock, the mother and son had sat at the table, and the food was ready. When the last steak was brought, Sierra took off her apron. She habitually wiped her hands with her apron, and then put it aside."I hope my craft hasn't deteriorated..." she put the steak on the plate in front of Lynch and poured tomato and onion sauce on it.This sauce is not as bright red as people think. In fact, it turns yellow at the end of stewing. It tastes very fragrant and sour.Sour means fresh and healthy, which is a strange cognition. In the Federation, if someone asks you whether a fruit is fresh or not, they must ask you whether it is sweet or sour enough.Lynch said thank you, picked up a knife and fork, cut a small piece of beef, wrapped it in sauce and wrapped it in the mouth.The tomatoes are completely stewed. After a long time of high-temperature stewing, the onion particles only have a soft and rotten taste that can hardly be felt. The whole sauce is mainly fresh acid and a little sweet, with some other spices added, but generally speaking, it still revolves around these two flavors.They well neutralize the faint fishy smell of the blood spilled from the undercooked steak. It is either myoglobin or blood. If it is blood, it will have a little fishy smell of beef.Sour mouth is also more appetizing."Not bad, no different from the past." Lynch said sincerely, "very good!""This is your grandfather's unique sauce," Sierra said with a smile. Every sauce in every family comes from "inheritance". She looked at Lynch and said, "when can I pass this' secret 'to who?""This is a very personal topic. I don't want to get married for a short time.""Sorry..." Sierra apologized for this very abrupt question. "In fact, it's better to get married later. At least you can have more choices..."The mother and son are having dinner, and someone suddenly visits during this time period. This is not a normal time period for visits.The maid stood outside the restaurant, a little nervous, "it's Mr. Koman..."Cera's expression was a little surprised, the maid was a little cramped, and Lynch was a little curious, "Mr. Koman... Do I know you?"Cera's expression was a little strange and embarrassed. "He's my fitness coach and is chasing me." she looked at Lynch. "Do you want to see him?"Lynch hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.Not long after, a fitness coach named Koman came in from the outside.He looks good and has a good shape, especially the wide shoulders and back in sharp contrast to his slender waist.In this age when bodybuilding is very popular, people passively popularize a lot of bodybuilding knowledge, such as bear's back and bee's waist, which are the aesthetic standards of bodybuilding.Mr. Koman's body is like this, which is very consistent with people's perception of physical beauty in this era.He has gray blond hair, looks about thirty years old, and has a smile on his face. It's not very annoying.When Lynch looked at Koman, the fitness coach also looked at Lynch. He soon recognized Lynch, "my God, is that Mr. Lynch?"He said and looked at Sierra. There was some pride and pride on Sierra's face. "This is my son."With the participation of Mr. Koman, the dinner was soon over. The three came to the living room. Sierra temporarily left here on the grounds of making some tea for the two and left the space for the two men.Coman was a little restless at this time. The quiet atmosphere made him feel a little depressed. He said a little uneasy, "I never knew the relationship between Sierra and you. She mentioned you, but didn't say your name. I'm still a little surprised now..."At this time, Koman was as surprised as buying a lottery ticket and winning the century grand prize. Sierra was Lynch's mother, which was definitely a big surprise in his life!If he could catch up with Lynch's line, he would soon be able to realize his freedom of life. He wanted to say something, but Lynch stopped him with a look in his eyes.At that moment, a bitter cold water seemed to pour down from the head. Coman became calm and he was a little sweating."There is no concealment or deception. No matter how you treat this feeling before, even in acting, I hope you can play this play well. It would be better if you could play it all your life."His tone was very light, without any smoke and anger, but he put a lot of pressure on Koman.Lynch looked up into his eyes. "I don't care if you lied to her before, but you can't lie to her later. You know, I'm rich."In the Federation, you can offend the president, gangsters and politicians, but don't offend the rich.Whether inside or outside the rules, they all have ways to make a life worse than death.Sierra seems to like this man very much, so the story must have a happy ending. That's what Lynch can do for Sierra.Coman calmed down from his ecstasy. He lowered his head a little guilty. "I think I've found out, Mr. Lynch...""You don't know!" Lynch directly denied his answer. "Before Sierra is tired, you will always play the role you play now, and you will say goodbye to your past.""I will find something for you to do so that you can maintain a decent life, and what you pay is only a part of your life, okay?"In fact, Koman is not only an ambiguous person. Being a fitness coach, especially for these rich wives, is a very special job in itself.This job is very competitive. If you want to maintain these customers, each coach has some different practices.Coleman has read a book that says that love is always the best way to keep a woman fresh in the world. This trick is really good until this moment.The two calmed down. Lynch was watching TV, while Coman was thinking about the future.
