Chapter 922
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She had not been in the kitchen for a long time, so it was inevitable that she was rusty. Naturally, her culinary skills could not be compared to Yoo Yoo's, but the taste was still palatable.
When she placed the instant noodles and stir-fried vegetables on the table, Mu Yazhe was hugging a pillow and closing his eyes to take a nap.
She approached him quietly and saw the tiredness on his face. Although she could not bear to disturb him, she still gently woke him up.
"The noodles are ready!"
Mu Yazhe was startled awake. His gaze sharpened for a moment, and then his vision cleared up. When he saw Yun Shishi's warm smile, his gaze softened and became calm again.
Yun Shishi was stunned.
When he opened his eyes just now, there was a strong murderous look in his eyes.
It was very scary.
Mu Yazhe saw the slight change in her expression and could not help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Your gaze just now, for a second … it was very scary!" she said truthfully.
"Did it scare you?"
"… Mm." Yun Shishi nodded.
"When I was in military training, I had to be alert at all times even when I was sleeping," Mu Yazhe said.
"Oh! Is that so? "
Yun Shishi immediately said, "The noodles are ready. Hurry up and eat. It won't taste good when it gets cold!"
Mu Yazhe sat at the table. When he saw that the so-called noodles were actually instant noodles, his eyes were filled with disdain.
"Instant noodles?"
He snorted coldly.
This stupid woman. She used this to brush him off?
"Can't I? There's only instant noodles at home. You can suffer for a while. It's better than going hungry. "
Mu Yazhe was still disdainful, but he was really hungry. Therefore, he did not care so much. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
He took a bite. Mm? It tasted pretty good.
It was not his first time eating instant noodles. The first time he ate it, she cooked it for him.
The first time she cooked it, the taste was barely satisfactory. This time, the taste seemed to have improved.
"Your skills have improved."
Mu Yazhe blurted out a compliment that was not really a compliment.
Yun Shishi was speechless. She looked at him silently, the corners of her eyes twitching.
Does making instant noodles depend on one's skills?
…
Even an idiot could do it, okay?
However, she did not dare to say this. Therefore, she felt that Mu Yazhe was that idiot.
He definitely didn't know how to make instant noodles.
Such a high and mighty man had never had to worry about food and clothing. Every bit of his life was taken care of by others. How could he step into a place like the kitchen?
Mu Yazhe lowered his head and ate the noodles. He ate one mouthful after another very quickly, but he didn't make a single sound.
Ever since he was young, he had been bound by the rules of the nobles. He was not allowed to make a single sound at the dining table.
He sat up straight, and the hand holding the chopsticks was slender and fair. Even though he was eating something as cheap as instant noodles, he still maintained the elegant demeanor of a noble.
His noble aura seemed to be emitted from his bones.
Yun Shishi sat opposite him and propped her head up. She watched him eat one mouthful after another. Soon, the bowl of noodles was empty.
"Is there more?"
Mu Yazhe looked up and asked.
Yun Shishi looked up and was stunned. She looked at him anxiously. "Not enough … Not enough?"
"Not enough."
She had cooked three packets of noodles, but it was still not enough for him.
…
This man had an appetite that was disproportionate to his lean figure.
It was a little unscientific.
She went into the kitchen again and cooked three packets of noodles. Soon, she came out with a big bowl of noodles and placed it in front of him.
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