Chapter 53
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As the warm noodles entered her stomach, her hunger was finally appeased. Only then did she realize that Shen Liangchuan had not moved his chopsticks and was only staring at the noodles.
She swallowed the noodles in her mouth and said vaguely, "Mr. Shen, eat. In the past, my brother didn't like my noodles, but later on he found them super delicious. "
As she said this, she lowered her head and smiled very modestly. "Although I don't think it's very good myself, you should try it."
She picked up Shen Liangchuan's chopsticks and handed them to him expectantly.
She looked like a pet that had done something good and was waiting to be praised.
Shen Liangchuan's expression relaxed. He took the chopsticks and put the noodles into his mouth.
The taste was very ordinary. The meat was a little overcooked, the noodles were a little mushy, and even the vegetables were overcooked.
Shen Liangchuan swallowed the noodles and looked up to see her eager eyes. "Mr. Shen, is it good?"
Her eyes were very dark and bright, and her teeth were bright and white. At this moment, she was so beautiful that his heart skipped a beat.
But this reaction made Shen Liangchuan suddenly feel embarrassed.
He stood up suddenly and threw the chopsticks on the table. He said coldly, "This noodles is really hard to swallow."
After saying this, he turned around and went upstairs.
Qiao Lian was stunned!
She only came back to her senses when Shen Liangchuan's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs.
She lowered her head and ate a mouthful of noodles. She smacked her lips and tasted the taste carefully. Although it was indeed not as good as her father and brother had said, it shouldn't be so bad that he would lose his temper, right?
Was it because his temper was too bad, or was her face really that crazy?
Qiao Lian shook her head. Forget it, Best Actor Shen's tongue was made of gold, but she was just trying to fill her stomach.
After finishing the bowl of noodles, Qiao Lian patted her stomach in satisfaction and looked at Shen Liangchuan's bowl of noodles.
Zhang Hong and the other housekeepers were looking down on her now, so they might not prepare breakfast for her tomorrow morning. So … this bowl of noodles would be left for tomorrow morning.
Qiao Lian went upstairs after she liked another bowl.
When she entered the master bedroom, she found that Shen Liangchuan was not there.
She didn't think much and went to bed.
Half an hour later, Shen Liangchuan walked out of the study.
Standing in the hallway on the second floor, he could see that the bowl of noodles he had just eaten was still on the dining table.
It was obviously such an ordinary taste, and could even be said to be a little disgusting, but it was as if poppy had been added to it, making him feel uneasy.
Strangely, he walked down the stairs step by step, stood in front of the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and took another bite.
The noodles were already cold and tasteless, but it was as if he was possessed. He picked up some more with his chopsticks.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he had finished all the noodles in the bowl.
He stared blankly at the bowl of noodles. His expression suddenly became lonely, and a hint of struggle appeared on his cold face.
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The next day, when Qiao Lian opened her eyes, she found that her side was still empty. It seemed that Shen Liangchuan had not returned to his room yesterday.
A sense of emptiness flashed through her heart, but she quickly adjusted her mood. After washing up, she went downstairs.
The nannies had already woken up and were cleaning up. Breakfast was not ready yet.
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