tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

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Fiona was retching on the edge of the sink when Reid entered the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked.

Fiona waved her hand, indicating that she was fine.

"It's just an upset stomach," she said, "probably from airsickness."

"Do you need a break?" Reid asked with concern.

"Oh, it would be great if you could help me with this poor turkey," Fiona sighed. "They didn't gut the chicken."

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you," Reid said, "the whole chickens at that butcher shop are shipped directly from the farm, and they don't go through a processing plant. That's why my mother always likes to buy meat from them." reason."

Reid took the cleaver from Fiona and started working on the turkey.

Fiona helped cut the onion, but was so hot that the onion kept shedding tears.

Reid smiled at the red circles under her eyes.

"Just soak an onion in hot water for a while," he said. "When an onion is cut, it releases an enzyme that converts amino acids into volatile irritants that can make you cry." .”

"Oh, I remember when I was a child, my mother was cutting onions with swimming goggles on, it was more funny that way." Fiona said with a smile.She soaked the onion in hot water for a while, and sure enough, it didn't irritate her eyes so much when she cut it again.

Then, fiona stir-fried the chopped onions and spices in a pan, and a unique aroma of onions wafted out of the pan.Then she poured all the raisins and pine nuts into the onion.It's a recipe she got from a recipe book, but she's never baked a turkey herself.

With Reid's help, she stuffed the stuffing into the belly of the turkey and spread a layer of salted butter on top.

After she put a whole turkey into the preheated oven, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.All seems to be going well, and they only need to wait two or three hours before they can enjoy a delicious Thanksgiving meal.

But of course, a single turkey isn't much of a meal.

Fiona decided to cook some of her best dishes.The truth is, she can only make a few dishes, including fried green tomatoes, which she has been cooking since she was six years old.It's a simple dish, all you need is to slice the green tomato, squeeze it dry, breaded it and fry it, but it tastes good.

At 06:30 in the evening, Fiona pours the seafood stew into a large bowl and puts the freshly filled blueberry pie into a separate small oven.Now it's just a matter of waiting for the turkey to cook.

Fiona bent down and turned on the oven to see if the turkey was evenly browned and beautiful.She had just brushed the honey juice for the last time half an hour ago.She didn't notice that when she was bending over, the tight skirt clearly outlined the curve of her buttocks.

A small piece of the turkey seemed to be a little burnt, but the aroma from the oven was still delicious.

She turned around, but found that Reid was hanging his hands, staring at her intently.

"What's wrong?" Fiona asked suspiciously.

Reid coughed lightly and turned his head slightly away, "It's nothing, I just think you look good in an apron..."

"Really?" Fiona laughed, "Speaking of the apron, I actually prepared a surprise for you tonight."

"Surprise?" Reid looked at her in confusion, "What surprise?"

"How could it be a surprise if I told you?" Fiona blinked mysteriously and said.

After the turkey was roasted, Reid also set the table.

When the three sat down at the table, Diana suggested that they must pray first.

"I know you don't like to pray, but today is Thanksgiving, Spencer." Diana blamed Reid, but Reid didn't object.

"Okay." Reid said helplessly.

"No problem," Fiona said, "tell me what to do?"

"Just follow the way you and your family are used to." Diana said to her gently.

Every time she spoke to Fiona, her tone was softer than when she spoke to her own son.In fact, she was always accusing when she spoke to Spencer, but Reid didn't seem to mind that.

But this made Fiona feel a bit embarrassed.

Because she's never had Thanksgiving yet.She hadn't had a decent Christmas in ages, and the British don't usually celebrate Thanksgiving.She almost forgot what to do during the holidays.

"Do it your way," Fiona said.

She imitated Diana's appearance, grabbed the hands of the two of them, and lowered her head in silence.

Diana's hand was soft and a little cold, and she gently squeezed Fiona's fingers; while Reid's hand was very warm, and her slender fingers wrapped her hand firmly.She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Diana's prayer, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.She moved Reid's palm quietly, and their fingers were intertwined and clasped tightly together.

A memory suddenly flashed through her mind.

She suddenly remembered a scene.

Her parents were smiling at her as they sat at the dinner table, which was filled with the very familiar aroma of turkey.It was only now that she realized that she actually missed something long ago lost—for example, a real family.

When Fiona opened her eyes again, she saw Diana and Spencer looking at her at the same time.

"Are you okay, Fiona?" Reid asked with concern.

Fiona blinked, only to realize that her eye sockets were slightly wet.

"Oh, it's probably due to the onion." She rubbed her eyes and said with a smile, "Taste the fire that I roasted, and a reminder in advance, I don't know what it will taste like."

Fiona was thankful that the roast turkey was better than she expected, if a little overcooked.But for someone who is roasting a turkey for the first time, it is very good.

"I've been looking forward to such a day for a long time." Diana said with slightly red eyes after drinking half a glass of champagne.

"Don't worry, Mom, we can spend Thanksgiving together every year." Reid said with a smile.

"No, no, it's too deserted when it's just the two of us." Diana said, "It's more like a family when the three of us get together, isn't it?" Diana turned to look at Fiona, "Maybe next time you can invite Your father is coming to spend Christmas with us. I heard about your father from Reid and it's a pity that I wanted to invite him to spend Christmas with us."

"If all goes well, he may be released on early bail for a period of time." Fiona said.

"That's really great." Diana said happily.

"Maybe we can invite Spencer's father then." Fiona said again.

Her words successfully aroused silence.

Reid immediately lowered his gaze, while Diana looked at her in confusion, "Spencer's father?"

Fiona suddenly realized that she might have touched something she shouldn't have touched.

"I'm sorry." She said quickly, "Maybe what I just said was inappropriate."

"No, no, it's nothing, honey." Diana said softly, "Actually, I haven't seen William for a long time. He probably wouldn't want to come."

"Actually, Mom..." Reid said hesitantly, "I saw him today."

"what?"

"I saw my father today. In that butcher shop," Reid said.

"Oh," Diana looked very calm, "how does he look?"

"Still the same," Reid said.

Fiona watched their expressions. Diana doesn't seem to mind talking about her ex-husband, but Reid is very uncomfortable.

"Oh, Spencer." Diana put down the knife and fork in her hand, sighed and looked at her son, "You still hate him, don't you?"

"Maybe." Reid said with a tense expression, "Maybe it's because I still remember how he left us."

"Your father... has his reasons." Diana showed a sad expression, "It's time to let go of that matter. You can't hate him forever, because he is still your father after all. I have reasons to believe him Still in love with you."

"But he never bothered to contact us, did he?" Reid whispered hoarsely. "If he really cared, why didn't he just give us a call?"

Diana let out a long sigh.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became solemn.

Reid forced a smile, "Don't discuss this now, Mom." He tried to change the subject very unnaturally, "Do you know that it may rain tomorrow? That means the temperature may drop even worse."

At this time, there was a crisp "ding" sound from the kitchen.

"Probably the blueberry pie is ready." Fiona stood up and said.

She hurried into the kitchen, put on oven mitts and carefully removed the pie pan from the oven.The aroma of blueberry pie wafted into the kitchen immediately.

At this moment, Fiona suddenly felt an extremely uncomfortable, clear sense of pressure coming from her upper abdomen.

She quickly placed the piping hot pie plate on the kitchen counter, but accidentally touched the edge of the plate with her wrist.She couldn't help but let out a cry.

"What happened?" Reid hurried to the kitchen, but saw Fiona clutching his wrist.

"I accidentally burned it." Fiona gasped and said, "I'm so stupid."

Later, Reid took out the chilled bottled water from the refrigerator and put it on Fiona's wrist to help her relieve the burn.

"I guess it's all right." Fiona smiled reluctantly, though she still felt a little sick.

She watched as Reid sliced ​​open the blueberry pie and handed a piece to her plate.

"Oh, no." She said quickly, "I don't want to eat."

"You don't look well, Fiona. Are you unwell?" Diana asked with concern.

"I just feel a little nauseous." Fiona smiled awkwardly, "Probably because I ate too much turkey for dinner, don't worry."

Diana took a quick look at Reid.

But obviously, Reid didn't understand what her mother's eyes were trying to convey.

Diana sighed slightly.She turned her head and grabbed Fiona's hand, stared into her eyes and said, "Fiona, tell me, have you felt particularly tired recently?"

"Uh, yes. How do you know?" Fiona said.She looked at Reid in confusion, and Reid also looked blank.

"So your chest hurts?"

Fiona frowned, and recalled a little, "It seems not."

"Are you sure, honey?"

Fiona looked down at Diana's concerned expression, and suddenly understood what she meant.

"Oh! You think I'm pregnant?" she said.

Reid's hand cutting the blueberry pie stopped immediately, and the knife in his hand fell back onto the plate with a "clack".

"What?" he said in surprise.

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