tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Fiona was released from the hospital a few days earlier than expected.She obediently followed the doctor's advice to rest at home and basically didn't go out much.

This afternoon, Fiona's cell phone rang suddenly.She was busy making waffles in the kitchen when she hurried to answer the phone with flour on her hands.

"Hey." Reid's voice came from the phone.

"Hi!" Fiona exclaimed in surprise, "How are you doing?"

"Pretty good." Reid said, "How about you?"

"I'm almost done," Fiona said.

"Great." Reid said immediately.He was silent on the phone, "I'm on vacation tomorrow." After he finished speaking, he paused.His breathing came clearly through the phone receiver.

"Then..." Fiona said.

But Reid suddenly spoke and interrupted her, "Are you free these two days?"

Fiona laughed, "I just wanted to say that I've been too busy recently. Tell me your address in Washington, I can fly there tomorrow, and I just want to go shopping recently."

Reid smiled softly, "I thought you couldn't fly yet."

"Don't worry about me." Fiona said, it's a two-hour flight from Atlanta to Washington.

"Actually—" Reid said, "I've already been downstairs to your house."

Fiona was so surprised that she almost knocked over the big bowl containing the batter.

"Are you downstairs at my house?"

"Yes." Reid said.

Fiona wiped the flour off her hands hastily on her apron, then walked to the window.She saw Reid standing downstairs in the apartment, looking up while talking on the phone.

"I'm sorry I didn't greet you in advance." Reid raised his head and waved in her direction. Behind him was a piece of luggage and something wrapped in newspaper.

"We've just finished the Montgomery case, so I'll just... well, drop by to see you," he said.

Drop in? Fiona smiled.Getting here from Montgomery is not a smooth journey at all, and even a person like her who knows little about American geography can tell that Reid is actually making excuses.

"Come on," Fiona said, "I'm baking waffles and cupcakes."

Soon, Reid rang the doorbell of her house.

Through the cat's eyes, Fiona saw that Reid was holding a flower pot with some difficulty, and a plant with yellow flowers was planted in the flower pot.

She immediately understood what was wrapped in that newspaper.Then she opened the door.

Reid raised the corners of his mouth at her, showing the sincere and shy smile he was most used to.

"For you," he said, motioning to the plant with his chin.

"Thank you." Fiona said with a smile.

She wanted to take the potted plant, but Reid insisted on helping her move it to the windowsill.

"What kind of flower is this?" Fiona asked, staring at the somewhat unattractive plant.

"Evening primrose," Reid said.

"Okay," Fiona said, "it smells really good."

"In fact, it was once used as a medicinal plant by the Indians in North America. Its seeds and flowers can be used as medicine. At the end of the seventeenth century, it spread from the United States to Europe and was sought after by British herbalists..." Reid explained road.

He turned to look at Fiona and stopped suddenly.He licked his lips and said ruefully, "Sorry, I know I should have bought roses."

"No, I like it. It's very chic." Fiona said quickly, "Really, thank you. You actually sent me roses once last time, didn't you?"

Reid blinked blankly, "When?"

"It was when I was hospitalized..." Fiona paused, "Isn't that you?"

"It's not me." Reid said regretfully, "It's really not."

Fiona smiled, "Forget it, don't worry about that."

At this time, they suddenly smelled a slight burning smell.

"Oh, hell!" Fiona yelled, "It's my little cake!" She hurried back to the kitchen and turned off the oven.She was dismayed to discover that her first batch of cocoa cupcakes had turned into burnt cupcakes.

"Probably my temperature and time settings are wrong," she said.She turned to look at Reid, and smiled helplessly, "Recently, I have a sudden craving for sweets."

"Let me help you," Reid said.

He said, really rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

"Okay." Fiona said happily.

While helping her stir the egg mixture, Reid muttered in a low voice: "You know? I can bake very delicious macarons."

"Really?" Fiona was a little surprised.

"Yes." Reid smiled at her slightly smugly, "In fact, there are many similarities between making desserts and chemical experiments. They all need to accurately grasp the ratio of ingredients, temperature, degree of stirring, baking time and other elements. A little bit makes a difference in texture and taste."

"Wait." Fiona turned her head to look in her cupboard, "I remember I still have a little almond flour here."

She found the bag of almond flour in no time.But it was too high for her to reach.

"Let me help you," Reid said.He raised his hands from behind Fiona, and his warm breath immediately surrounded her completely.He easily took the bag of almond flour off the cabinet.

"Thank you." Fiona turned her head and almost bumped Reid's jaw.Their breathing was suddenly mixed together.

They both froze at the same time.

Fiona suddenly doesn't want to bake desserts.She reached out and stroked Reid's soft hair, meeting his dark eyes silently. Reid's breathing became rapid, he licked his lips lightly, and lowered his head to approach her actively.

His kiss was gentle and gentle, without any sense of encroachment, but the wonderful feeling still flooded Fiona's whole body immediately, and she even couldn't help but let out a low "um".

She suddenly felt that she wanted to do it right now—yes, in the kitchen, to have a hot...

Fiona took a step back and leaned against the edge of the counter.They switched angles and kissed each other, the tip of Reid's nose rubbing against hers.

He suddenly chuckled softly and moved away from her lips.

why are you laughing? Fiona looked at him a little depressed.Was she funny when she kissed?

"Sorry," he said hoarsely, "I think I probably have flour on my nose by now."

Only then did Fiona understand what was going on.She must have accidentally got flour on her face when she was making the batter just now.

"Come on, let me help you," Reid said, and he wiped her with the sleeve of his shirt, smiling, "It's much better."

Fiona looked at him a little blankly.She suddenly had the illusion that she was ten years younger, but why?

Later, they actually made macarons.

Fiona stared at Reid skillfully whipping the egg whites, and then poured the sifted fine almond powder and powdered sugar into it.He carefully mixed the ingredients. "It should be turned from the bottom up," he said, "so that the egg whites don't defoam."

"Okay." Fiona replied.She has been staring at his rolled up cuffs, at his bony wrist and slender fingers.She didn't really pay much attention to his movements.

"Let me taste it." Fiona stretched out her fingers to get some pasty meringue after mixing, and stuck out her tongue to lick it, "...Oh, it's so sweet."

Reid stared at her intently, and the movements of his hands stopped suddenly.

"What?" Fiona asked.

Reid quickly turned back to continue stirring his almond meringue, muttering under his breath, "It's nothing."

Later, fiona put the protein paste into the piping bag and began to squeeze it on the prepared baking paper.Seeing the milky white paste squeeze out from the opening, Fiona suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.But because she didn't have a macaron mold, she couldn't squeeze out a perfect circle.

"Let me help you." Reid said, taking the piping bag from her hand.

He squeezed much better.While squeezing the batter, he pursed his lips with a serious expression as if he was doing a scientific experiment.

Fiona stared at his side face, and suddenly came up with a strange idea—maybe before making love, he would seriously compare the comfort and safety of different brands of condoms, and even list a lot of data.

Reid finished squeezing the batter and turned to look at Fiona, waiting for her comment, "How does it look?"

"At least it looks quite round." Fiona praised him, "Much better than mine."

Then they put the squeezed meringue aside, waiting for it to form a crust of air-drying, so that the baked macarons will have cute little skirts.

While waiting, Fiona took milk from the fridge and poured them each a glass.

"Sorry, that's all I have at home now," she said.

"It's okay, I like milk." Reid said immediately, "Add some sugar for me, thank you."

Fiona added a tablespoon of granulated sugar to him.

Reid took a swig of milk, leaving a lovely white mark above his lips.His Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly he realized that Fiona was smiling at him.He raised his eyebrows a little confused.

"Thank you for visiting me." She smiled and said, "You haven't had a good rest, have you? You can sleep in my bed for a while later."

"Fortunately, I slept on the plane." Reid answered with a serious expression.

"...You can take a shower first."

Reid blinked, "I don't need it yet, I washed it at the hotel this morning. Thank you." He continued to drink milk with his head down as he said.

"Oh, okay." Fiona said helplessly.

Why doesn't he always understand her hints?

It looks like she needs a different approach.If he didn't tell him in a clearer way, he might not be able to figure out the situation before the two of them took off their clothes and rolled on the sheets, Fiona thought helplessly.