It's a long time since I've been in the kitchen. It's hard to avoid craftsmanship. Naturally, her craftsmanship can't be compared with youYou's, but the taste can also be imported.

When she presented the pickled noodles and stir fried vegetables to the table, mu Yazhe was holding a pillow and sleeping with his eyes closed.

She approached him with light hands and feet, but she saw the hard fatigue on his face. Though she could not bear to disturb him, she still woke him up with a gentle push.

"The noodles are ready!"

Muyazhe was awakened, and his eyes were sharp for a moment, then his eyes were clear again, reflecting the warm dimples of Yun's poems, and his eyes were relaxed and calm again.

Cloud poetry is stunned.

When he opened his eyes just now, he had a strong murderous spirit.

It's scary.

Seeing her face slightly changed, muyazhe couldn't help asking, "what's the matter?"

"There was a second in your eyes just now It's scary! " She said truthfully.

"Scared you?"

“…… Well. " Cloud poetry nodded.

"I used to train in the army and keep alert even when I sleep." Said muyazhe.

"Oh! That's right. "

Cloud poetry immediately said: "the noodles are ready, eat quickly, or it will be cold, not delicious!"

When mu Yazhe sat at the table, he saw that the so-called noodles were instant noodles. For a while, he thought that if he wanted to dislike more, he would dislike more.

"Instant noodles?"

A cold hum.

This stupid woman, she will use this thing to perfunctory him?

"No way? There is only instant noodles at home. It's better to be aggrieved than hungry. "

However, he was really hungry. Therefore, he didn't care so much, so he picked up the chopsticks and began to eat one mouthful at a time.

Have a taste, huh? It tastes good.

He didn't eat instant noodles for the first time, and she cooked them for him.

It's just that the taste of the first cooking is not so good. This time, the taste seems to be upgraded.

"There is progress in technology."

A word of praise escaped from muyazhe that was not praise.

Yun Shishi is speechless directly. He looks at him silently, and his eyes are twitching.

Do instant noodles still depend on craftsmanship?

……

How about idiots?

However, she did not dare to say this, so she felt that muyashen was the idiot.

He certainly can't make instant noodles.

Such a high-ranking man has never been worried about food and clothing. Every bit of life is served by people. How can he step into a place like the kitchen.

Muyazhe was eating noodles low. He took one mouthful after another, but he didn't make any movement.

From childhood by the noble dogma constraints, the table, is not a little voice.

He sat upright and held chopsticks in his hands. Even though he ate something as cheap as instant noodles, he still kept the noble grace.

The aristocratic temperament seems to emanate from the bones.

Yunshishi sat in front of him, holding his head, and saw him take one after another. Soon, a bowl of noodles was at the bottom.

"Is there anything else?"

Asked muyazhe, looking up.

Cloud poetry raised his eyes, stunned, looking at him: "not enough Not enough? "

"Not enough."

She had three bags of noodles, but he was not enough.

……

This man has an appetite out of proportion to his lean body.

It's a little unscientific.

She dived into the kitchen again, put down three bags of noodles, and soon came out with a large bowl of noodles and brought it to him.

Muyazhe takes another bite and cleans his face.