The thick and luxurious solid wood door was slowly opened——

The young man was also wrapped in a knee-length coat outside, and his slender and slender body stood outside the door, gently lifting his beautiful long eyelashes like thick ink, and casually walked in.

Song Jin sat up from the sofa and turned his head to see that his hands were empty, and before he could come to the grievances, he saw that he was followed by a maid who was holding a dinner plate...

The maid bent down and put the dinner plate on the table, and couldn't help but look up at Song Jin and quipped: "This is the first time the little master has cooked, and the eldest young master has to eat it all." ”

The tone was like someone had cooked an extremely hearty meal.

Song Jin glanced at the delicate young man standing on the side with faint eyebrows, his eyes swept over his pale and beautiful fingers, and he didn't find any scars that "symbolized novice cooking".

I really can't imagine that the guy who has always been used to being served by others can actually cook, and he succeeded in one time?

Song Jin's eyes turned and fell in front of him.

The plate is covered with a shiny silver lid, so you can't see what's inside.

The maid didn't open it, but leaned over and withdrew.

Song Jin couldn't wait to open the lid in front of him, and was about to pick a bone in the egg, and taunted him fiercely if he had nothing to do!

In the next second, when I saw the bowl of steaming noodles, I was directly stunned, and the familiar fragrance was still bubbling to the tip of my nose-

"Bubble... Instant noodles? Song Jin turned his head to look at him stiffly, his eyes glazed.

The bowl in front of me didn't have any extra ingredients, and it looked like it was just a simple pack of instant noodles...

Pick a bone in an egg, provided that...

Yes, yes, chickens, eggs, ah!!

What kind of person, you can't even put an egg in a boiled noodle.

She stared blankly at the bowl of noodles with the tempting aroma of instant noodles, and she couldn't react for a long time.

- It's not quite what she thought.

The young man seemed to have no notice of the loss on her face, bent down and handed her the chopsticks and spoons, his dark eyes stared at her slightly stupid face, tilted his head and smiled, "Doesn't my brother like it?" I made it myself. ”

Fart!

What did you do?

Obviously I bought instant noodles!

I can't smell the taste of Master Kong's beef noodles?

In fact, there is a special supply of ingredients for each day in the villa, and the leftover ingredients of the day will never be left for the next day.

The pasta, on the other hand, is made by hand with flour by the chef on the spot.

It was at this point that Song Jin asked Qi Jue to cook noodles for her-

If a noodle is to be made, it will take about half an hour, then cook, put seasonings, and side dishes, even if Qi Jue is talented and successful at one time, it will take an hour to complete the whole thing, to say the least.

It's no wonder this thing came up so quickly.

Song Jin smiled stiffly at him, "Of course I like it, I like to eat instant noodles the most, not to mention Ah Jue, you cooked it." ”

"Then my brother has to finish eating." The boy tilted his head and smiled softly at her.

Song Jin shuddered and hurriedly took the chopsticks and spoon in his hand.

It's not that she hasn't eaten instant noodles, Qi Jue and his father will give them pocket money every month.

In order to maintain the amorous character of that dog day, Song Jin took the money and squandered it on all kinds of women, however, it was during that time that the housekeeper told her that it was money to come back for dinner, three thousand for a meal.

She couldn't resist but her heart ached, so she had to buy a few big bags of instant noodles and come back to cook them by herself, pitifully holding a bowl of noodles, looking at Qi Jue on the opposite side holding a knife and fork, eating elegantly on the table of the Manchu and Han people, bowing her head and sucking on the noodles, and secretly hating in her heart.