Xia Xiaoluo leaned back on the wide and soft leather sofa in a daze, her big watery eyes full of doubt. book.ruokan./If you read a novel

It's not that she doesn't understand, the world is changing too fast.

Didn't she come to work as a servant? She was ready to be called by him when she moved in, but why? Now Yiqiē looks like she is treated more like a much-loved daughter?

And what's even more incredible is that Cheng Aofeng, who is so strict and arrogant on weekdays, why does it seem to be a little good to her now? Even, it seems...... Would you like to serve her?

Delusion, this must be an illusion. It must have been so much that happened in the past two days that made her mind not bright......

Just thinking about it, Cheng Aofeng walked out of the kitchen, and couldn't help but pick her up and walk to the restaurant: "I ordered three fresh noodles, you can eat some with me." ”

"I'll go by myself." Xia Xiaoluo whispered, although she was injured, she couldn't let him hold her every time she went.

"Okay, let's see if you can walk yourself." Cheng Aofeng said angrily and gently put Xia Xiaoluo on the ground.

Xia Xiaoluo limped and took a step forward, and the pain in her right foot came again, causing her to gasp, her brows furrowed, and tears almost fell.

"Don't do what you can't do!" Cheng Aofeng hooked his lips slightly mockingly, hugged her again, and his voice became much softer: "Are you afraid of me?" Now, just treat me as your hands and legs. ”

Xia Xiaoluo blushed slightly, didn't say anything, and quietly leaned into his arms. For the first time, I felt that there seemed to be a trace of nostalgic warmth in this man's arms.

So, in the dead of night on the moon, two handsome men and women sat down at the table together and began their second dinner. No, it's a late night snack.

Xia Xiaoluo originally thought that a noble son like Cheng Aofeng, who had been pampered since childhood, must cook noodles at the same level as her cooking, and it was both ugly and unpalatable.

Who knew that when I sat down at the dining table, the two bowls of three fresh noodles were really decent.

Thin white noodles with dried shrimp, diced mushrooms and shredded lean pork, and a bright noodle with a layer of verdant green onions...... Hey, it's really a bit of a "color" and fragrance.

Xia Xiaoluo was already hungry, and when she saw such fragrant noodles, her appetite increased greatly, and she picked up chopsticks and ate them.

After tasting several bites in a row, she said with emotion: "Mr. Cheng, I really didn't expect you to cook such delicious noodles." ”

Cheng Aofeng saw that Xia Xiaoluo was eating happily, and he was naturally happy, and he had a little pride on his always light and breezy face: "What is this?" That's all I have in the kitchen, otherwise I could have made more delicious food. ”