Chapter 268 Sir, Lie Down with Me for a While

Although he said that, after Gong Moran changed into a neat white robe, he actually went to the small kitchen in person.

It's already a little bright, and the maid in charge of the kitchen has always been the first to get up. At this moment, there are already two women burning the fire by the stove.

The two women were yawning and chatting, when a cold male voice suddenly came from behind, "Where is the flour?"

The two of them turned around and looked around, and when they saw the man in a white robe appearing behind them, they knelt down with a plop and exclaimed, "Sir!"

Gong Moran didn't even look at the two of them, and walked straight to the front of the vegetable cutting board, and repeated indifferently, "Where is the flour, hand it to me."

The two wives were so frightened that they rummaged around when they heard this, and finally carried a whole bag of flour to the man's side.

"Which tub is for the noodles?"

The old woman quickly handed over the things, and without the man's further instructions, the two of them put the set of things for cooking to the old man's side.

Gong Moran raised his sleeves and mixed the flour in person.

The two old ladies looked at each other, and both saw a ghostly expression on each other's faces.

Wait, aren't the two of them dreaming now?

Is this really the National Teacher?

The two old women blinked their old eyes hard, and they were sure that it was not their old eyes that were dim, this is really the national teacher!

The National Teacher, who has never set foot in such a place, suddenly visited, not to mention, but also to make food by himself?

Omg!

"Sir, let the old slave do this kind of rough work!" The old woman said in horror.

Gong Moran said lightly, "Go and help me burn a pot of water for cooking noodles."

"Hey, hey! Good!" The two old women stared at you and pushed me and I pushed you, and went to the stove together.

After Gong Mo dyed the noodles, he started rolling the noodles. When the noodles were rolled into one sheet, he rolled them up and cut the rolls into strips with a kitchen knife.

The man's movements were a little unfamiliar at first, but later became more and more skilled.

The knife-cut noodles were almost boiled in the pot, and the man beat two more eggs into it to make poached eggs.

"Is there any vegetables in the kitchen, get some for this seat."

When the old woman heard this, she immediately brought up all the vegetables in the kitchen, including carrots, cabbage, green vegetables and potatoes.

Gong Moran's eyes swept over the carrots directly, and reached out to take a handful of green vegetables.

He quickly selected the dishes, rinsed them with clean water, and threw them into the pot, where they simmered for a while.

Seeing that he was about to put the knife-cut noodles out, the old woman next to him suddenly reminded in a low voice, "Sir, you haven't put... salt."

While speaking, he had already brought the salt jar over.

Gong Moran's movements froze, her thin lips pursed slightly, and she said lightly: "You help me put salt in this seat, Duoduo likes heavy mouths, you put a little heavier."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought about it and felt it was inappropriate, and immediately changed his words, "Forget it, it's better to be lighter. I can't leave her alone. I should eat lighter in the morning."

The old woman scooped up a spoonful of salt with sincerity, and the hand that put the salt could not help but tremble a little.

The grown-up speaks loudly for a while, but she is really afraid that she can't control herself well, and what she makes is salty and bland, but how can it be good?

Gong Moran took a sip of the soup this time, and after he said it was a little lighter, the old woman immediately put another half a spoonful in the pot, but she didn't dare to put more.

Feeling that the saltiness is suitable, Gong Moran filled a large bowl of noodles, and then sprinkled some chopped green onion on the surface.

The man in the white robe finally walked away with his face in his face. The legs of the two women behind him became weak, and they sat on the ground on the spot, almost fainting from fright.

Nan Xun, who was sleeping like a pig, smelled the fragrant smell of noodles, took a breath, and slowly opened his eyes.

The fragrance came from the outer hall. Nan Xun couldn't wait to put on his shoes, and then wrapped himself in the quilt and rubbed against the outer hall.

Gong Moran just put a large bowl of noodles on the table, and when she saw the little girl sticking her head out, thinking that she was hooked by the smell of her noodles, she couldn't help beckoning to her, "Duoduo, come and eat. noodle."

Nan Xun stared at him.

Damn, she just said that when she slept in a daze, Gong Moran really cooked and made noodles for her?

When Nan Xun passed by, her footsteps were empty. She stared at the big bowl of knife-cut noodles in front of her, and then looked up at Gong Moran, who was sitting beside her, her eyes were unusually bright.

"Why don't you eat, doesn't it mean you're hungry?" Gong Moran rubbed her head, and then helped her to brush her messy long hair.

Nan Xun took out two arms from the quilt, bare.

"Thank you, sir!" Nan Xun said happily, holding the bowl and eating the noodles, praising him while eating, "It's delicious, this is the best noodles I've ever eaten in my life!"

"Sir, aren't you hungry? You can eat with me." Nan Xun picked a piece of noodles and put it to his mouth, looking at him with a smile.

Gong Moran paused for a while, still opened his mouth to eat that side, and then said: "Duoduo eat, this seat is not hungry."

"But my lord, there are too many noodles, I can't finish it, you can eat it with me." Nan Xun said.

Gong Moran raised her eyebrows slightly, expressing great doubts about her words.

For a small rice bucket, how could it be impossible to finish this little noodles.

But since the little girl was too persistent, Nan Xun would almost eat five mouthfuls of noodles and feed the big boss one mouthful.

A bowl of noodles is so sticky, so Nan Xun is not afraid of sore teeth.

"Are you still sleepy, do you want to go to sleep for a while?" Gong Moran asked her.

Nan Xun nodded quickly, leaned over to hold his arm, and said with a smile, "Sir, can you lie down with me for a while?"

Before he could speak, Nan Xun dragged him to the big bed in the inner hall.

Because he was holding the quilt "coat" on his body with one hand and dragged the big boss with the other, Nanxun tripped over the quilt "coat" that was dragged to the ground halfway.

Gong Moran hooked her waist, lifted the person into her arms like a child, and carried the person to the bed.

Putting the little girl on the inside of the bed, he lay down in his clothes on the outside.

Gong Moran was able to lie down, with a slippery jade arm around his neck, and a bare thigh on his waist.

He tilted his head and saw that the little girl had her eyes closed, and her expression was very innocent, as if it wasn't her who was holding his neck and hooking him just now.

"Duoduo, stretch your hands and legs back, be careful of catching a cold." Gong Moran patted the arm wrapped around his neck.

Nan Xun opened his eyes, oh, and obediently retracted his arms and legs into the quilt "coat".

She was so obedient that Gong Moran was a little surprised.

However, obedient things are all fake. In the next moment, Nan Xun secretly rubbed the quilt wrapped around him to loosen it, then turned around abruptly, and twitched the horned arm in the air. The arc of the quilt took the quilt to fly, spread out in mid-air, and then fell. At that time, Nan Xun had already turned over and pressed on Gong Moran's body, and the falling quilt wrapped the two of them together.

Packed tightly.