Chapter 852: Disproportionate Appetite
It's been a long time since I've been in the kitchen, so it's inevitable that I'm not doing it by hand. Naturally, her cooking skills can't be compared with Youyou's, but the taste can still be tasted.
When she brought instant noodles and fried vegetables to the table, Mu Yazhe was hugging the pillow, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
She approached him softly, but saw the exhaustion on his face, although she couldn't bear to disturb him, she still gently pushed him awake.
"The noodles are ready!"
Mu Yazhe was awakened, his eyes were sharp for a moment, and then his sight became clear, and when Yun Shishi's warm smile was reflected, his eyes softened a little and returned to calm.
Yun Shishi was startled.
The moment when he opened his eyes just now, the cold light that shot out had a very strong murderous aura.
very scary.
Seeing her face change slightly, Mu Yazhe couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
"The look in your eyes just now, for a second... It was scary!" She said truthfully.
"scared you?"
"...Mmm." Yun Shishi nodded.
"I used to train in the army, even when I was sleeping, I was always alert." Mu Yazhe said.
"Oh! That's right."
Yun Shishi immediately said: "The noodles are ready, eat it quickly, otherwise it will be cold and it won't taste good!"
Sitting in front of the table, Mu Yazhe saw that the so-called noodles were actually instant noodles, for a moment, he felt as much disgust as he wanted in his eyes.
"Instant noodles?"
He snorted coldly.
This stupid woman, she just used this thing to perfuse him?
"Can't you? There are only instant noodles at home, so feel wronged, it's better than starving."
Mu Yazhe was still very disgusted, but he was really hungry, so he didn't care so much, so he picked up the chopsticks and started eating bite by bite.
Take a sip, huh? Looks like it tastes good.
It wasn't the first time he ate instant noodles, it was the first time she cooked it for him.
It's just that the taste of the first cooking was not satisfactory, but this time the taste seems to be upgraded.
"The craftsmanship has improved."
Mu Yazhe let out a compliment that was not considered a compliment.
Yun Shishi was speechless and looked at him silently, the corners of her eyes twitching.
Does making instant noodles still depend on craftsmanship?
...
Idiots can do well, right?
However, she dared not say this, so she felt that Mu Yazhe was that idiot.
He definitely can't make instant noodles.
Such a high-ranking man has always had no worries about food and clothing, and every bit of life is served by others, so how could he step into a place like the kitchen.
Mu Yazhe ate the noodles with a low profile, he took one bite after another, very quickly, but he didn't make any movement.
I have been bound by the dogma of the nobility since I was a child, and no sound can be made at the dining table.
He sat upright, with slender and white hands holding the chopsticks. Even though he ate cheap things like instant noodles, he still maintained the elegant demeanor of an aristocrat.
Every gesture of his hand, that kind of aristocratic temperament seemed to emanate from his bones.
Yun Shishi sat facing him, holding her head, watching him take one bite after another, and soon, a bowl of noodles was drained.
"Anymore?"
Mu Yazhe raised his head and asked.
Yun Shishi raised her eyes, stunned, and looked at him eagerly: "Not enough... not enough?"
"not enough."
She ordered three packs of noodles, but he didn't even have enough.
...
This man has an appetite that is out of proportion to his lean figure.
A bit unscientific.
She plunged into the kitchen again, ordered three packets of noodles, and soon came out with a large bowl of noodles, and brought them in front of him.
Mu Yazhe took another mouthful after another, and wiped his face clean.