Chapter 77

Jin Xiantai slept very deeply this time. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Annie's busy figure.

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a golden glow on Annie, making her, who was already very beautiful, look even more like a fairy from a painting.

But after a glance, Jin Xiantai withdrew his gaze, his eyes very pure, without a hint of desire.

Annie was very beautiful, and normally, no man would want to look away, but Jin Xiantai was the exception. In his eyes, Annie was nothing special.

There was no one, not even a fairy, who could enter his heart. In his heart, there was no place for any woman.

So, what could you do?

"Annie, you woke up so early?"

"William, good morning. You must have been very tired yesterday; you slept for a whole day and night."

After adjusting the blinds, Annie walked over to Jin Xiantai, leaned down, and observed him with concern before smiling in response.

"Alright, I didn't realize I slept for so long."

Jin Xiantai smiled bitterly.

Annie began to adjust the height of the hospital bed to make Jin Xiantai's upper body more comfortable.

"By the way, after you fell asleep last night, quite a few media reporters came hoping to interview you. I decided on my own not to agree, but these guys didn't leave. Since you're awake now, I want to ask for your opinion."

While adjusting the bed, Annie mentioned this and asked for Jin Xiantai's opinion.

As one of the main characters in the shooting incident, the media certainly wouldn't forget Jin Xiantai's existence. However, a week ago, Jin Xiantai's injuries were very unstable, and he was at risk of losing his life at any moment.

Therefore, the media reporters could only wait patiently and dared not enter the hospital without permission, which might affect the hospital's treatment of Jin Xiantai.

Now that Jin Xiantai had passed the critical period and had woken up yesterday, these media reporters immediately rushed to the hospital like sharks smelling blood.

Everyone hoped to get the interview rights and personal news from Jin Xiantai, the heroic teenager.

During this week, while Jin Xiantai was unconscious, his actions had touched countless Americans, and his condition, as reported by the media, had tugged at the hearts of many.

Therefore, whichever media outlet interviewed the awakened Jin Xiantai first and got the first news could boost their newspaper's sales and reputation.

Annie, of course, understood this.

Therefore, last night, she instructed that all media who came to the hospital be screened.

In the end, she selected two influential media reporters to stay, while the smaller newspapers or gossip media were all dismissed.

It was a joke to think that media reporters who specialized in gossip and rumors should be given a chance.

Clearly, this was impossible.

If they were to choose, they should select mainstream large media, which would be most beneficial for Jin Xiantai.

Annie did all this for Jin Xiantai's sake.

Such acts of bravery, whether in any time or country, should be promoted and praised.

Not to mention, there was even a video of the shooting scene.

So, Jin Xiantai couldn't avoid becoming famous.

But choosing which media to accept for interviews and filming was also very important.

A good choice would greatly benefit Jin Xiantai, while a poor choice, though still acceptable, was not what Annie wanted to see.

For Annie, Jin Xiantai, who had almost paid with his life, deserved to be featured in mainstream media.

After Annie mentioned this, Jin Xiantai thought for a moment and nodded at her.

"Let's meet them. These media reporters shouldn't be offended. As long as their questions aren't too harsh, I have no problem. Of course, the interview can't be too long; you know my condition."

Jin Xiantai pointed to himself, indicating that he was still a severely injured patient.

Annie nodded in understanding.

Indeed, Jin Xiantai didn't want to offend these media reporters. Who knew if they would hold a grudge and write something negative about him, which could affect his novel.

Therefore, with this in mind, Jin Xiantai decided to agree to the interview, as a way to avoid offending them.

It must be said that Jin Xiantai still had the heart of an ordinary person and considered things from an ordinary person's perspective.

The saying goes, "If you can avoid offending someone, do so."

What Jin Xiantai didn't know was that Annie had already taken care of everything. She had already instructed the two remaining media reporters on what to say.

Moreover, Annie had ordered the old butler Nord to issue a severe warning to the other media, in the name of the Whiston Bank, not to write any false news about Jin Xiantai.

Faced with pressure from the Whiston Bank, the dismissed media would certainly know what to do.

The two remaining media reporters also knew how to interview Jin Xiantai and what topics to ask, all of which had been discussed with Annie.

With Annie around, Jin Xiantai had nothing to worry about.

However, Jin Xiantai was unaware of all the efforts Annie had made for him, which was why he had such concerns.

"Alright, I'll go notify them to prepare for the interview."

Since Jin Xiantai agreed to the interview, Annie called a nurse in and gave her some instructions.

Notifying the media reporters to come for the interview was something the nurse could handle, so Annie didn't need to do it herself.

After the nurse left, Annie sat by Jin Xiantai's bed and said gently, "I asked the doctor last night, and he said you can eat a little now. I learned a few Chinese dishes this week. Do you want to try them?"

After all, Annie, not being Chinese, didn't know that patients had dietary restrictions.

She had spent the week learning a few Chinese dishes from a Chinese chef she had hired.

Therefore, after Jin Xiantai woke up, she couldn't wait to show off her new skills.

After all, she had learned these dishes for Jin Xiantai.

Rumble

Annie mentioning this made Jin Xiantai's stomach growl.

"I guess I'm a bit hungry," Jin Xiantai said, looking at Annie sheepishly.

Annie's eyes lit up, "What do you want to eat? Mapo Tofu? Kung Pao Chicken? Or Spicy and Sour Cabbage? I learned all three, and the chef said I did a good job."

Annie, eager to show off, immediately listed three dishes, but Jin Xiantai just pursed his lips, clearly not a fan of these dishes.

Strictly speaking, whether in another timeline or this one, Americans' knowledge of Chinese cuisine was limited to Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken.

This fact was quite frustrating.

Chinese cuisine was vast and profound, and it couldn't be represented by just Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken.

This lack of appreciation from foreigners was something Jin Xiantai often complained about.

As for Spicy and Sour Cabbage... Jin Xiantai didn't want to eat it right now, not because it was bad, but because he simply didn't feel like it.

More importantly, Jin Xiantai knew that the Chinese dishes Annie had learned from the chef were all modified to suit Western tastes, which were very different from the original Chinese flavors.

This was done to cater to Western palates, and there was no other way around it.

Jin Xiantai had been in this timeline for about a year and was well aware of this.

So, when he heard the dish names, he knew they were the modified versions, which he couldn't get used to.

This was why he had that expression.

Annie wasn't stupid and saw the issue in Jin Xiantai's reaction.

"Do you not like these dishes? It's okay. Although I only know how to make these three, I can ask the chef to make other dishes. What do you want to eat? I'll tell the chef to make it."

"Did it cost a lot to hire a chef to teach you Chinese cooking? You really went to a lot of trouble to be my nanny."

Jin Xiantai looked at Annie with a smile, teasing her.

Jin Xiantai didn't think much of it, assuming Annie was trying to please him to pass the trial period and become a permanent nanny.

Otherwise, why would she learn Chinese cooking to cater to his tastes?

This also showed how much Annie needed and valued this job.

So, he couldn't help but tease her.

Annie blushed and responded with a pre-prepared excuse, "Mr. Dave hired the Chinese chef to teach me cooking. He said it was for your benefit, and I thought learning new skills wouldn't hurt, so I didn't object."

Alright, Dave was once again being blamed.

But this explanation made sense, so Jin Xiantai didn't think much of it.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat?" Annie changed the subject and continued to ask Jin Xiantai.

Honestly, Jin Xiantai was craving many things, possibly due to his injuries. He was particularly hungry.

But considering his gunshot wounds and the fact that he had only recently had surgery, he had to be careful and couldn't eat whatever he wanted.

"I want to drink chicken soup. I heard that in China, it's a custom to drink chicken soup for nourishment, especially for those who have lost blood. It's very effective."

Since his identity in this timeline was a "banana person," he had to use this excuse to cover up.

But in reality, Jin Xiantai was a genuine Chinese person.

After some thought, he decided that drinking chicken soup to nourish himself should be fine given his current condition.

Otherwise, being on intravenous nutrition every day would be unbearable.

In the West, there was no concept of "food therapy," and the most they could do was intravenous nutrition, which he was currently receiving.

But as a Chinese person at heart, Jin Xiantai believed in the effectiveness of food therapy.

So, after some consideration, he made this decision.

"Oh, a custom in China? That makes sense. I'll ask the Chinese chef. Do you have any special requests for the chicken soup?"

Annie asked considerately.

Jin Xiantai thought for a moment and said, "Can you buy some cheap ginseng? It would be best to add some red dates and ginseng. As for the money, I can have Dave give it to you from my royalties, of course, if it's too much trouble, it's fine."

After all, this was America, and the ingredients he mentioned might be hard to find, so he added that last part.

But Annie took it to heart and decided to find these ingredients no matter what.

It was just a matter of spending money, which wasn't a problem.

She hadn't learned how to make Chinese soups yet, but since she had a Chinese chef, it wouldn't be difficult to make the soup for Jin Xiantai.

As for the ingredients, she would ask the chef for advice. There were Chinese communities in California with shops selling Chinese herbs, so buying ginseng and red dates shouldn't be hard.

Ginseng?

It seemed to be a valuable herb in the East, and she had some memory of it.

Yes, given Jin Xiantai's condition, eating some ginseng for nourishment was appropriate.

As for the price... well, did Annie need to consider that?

At the same time, she thought this was a good opportunity to learn how to make Chinese soups. In the future, if Jin Xiantai wanted to drink soup, she could make it for him.

The media interview would take some time to prepare, so Annie had plenty of time.

"Wait a moment, I'll have the chef make the soup for you."

"Is the chef also in the hospital?"

Jin Xiantai couldn't help but ask curiously.

Although Annie said Dave had hired a chef to teach her Chinese cooking, they were in a hospital. How could the chef make soup here?

Annie just smiled and replied, "A phone call is simple. He can make it and bring it over."

In reality... outside the hospital, there was a large mobile kitchen parked in the parking lot...

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