One hand poured water, the other was also gently kneading, she watched the flour become a small ball of noodles in her hand, the satisfaction was indescribable, for a person who had been hungry for a long time.

Even a bowl of noodles is enough to make him cry.

Then she opened the refrigerator, and she took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

Then I poured water, boiled the noodles, and soon after, the two bowls of noodles were out of the pot.

"A bowl of my sister's, a bowl of mine."

She brought out the noodles, one bowl on the other side, and the other in front of her.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

She looked at the bowl of noodles opposite, and remembered the way her sister had snatched her noodles to eat, and she looked down at her right hand, if she really caught it at that time.

But now she only has a bowl of noodles and an empty bowl.

The ring on her finger was unusually ironic, and she pinched her palm, then picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

It's still the same taste as before, there is no change at all, the same ingredients, the same seasoning, but it will also make different flavors because of different people.

Her face is still the same as before, but it is already beyond human face, and she can no longer be found in the past.

For the rest of her life, she didn't know how many bowls of noodles she could eat?

When Ling Ze came in, she saw that Mu Tianen still had something to eat, she was so interested, she could still eat.

With a grunt, his stomach growled out of breath.

He can do anything, he can turn his hands into clouds and rain in the company, he can control everything he wants to have, but he can't stop the screaming of his stomach.

As for asking him what he had just gone out and what else he could do, he went to find himself a place to eat, but he went at a good time, and the car didn't know how far it had gone.

And he can really say that he can't cook, and there are ingredients in the kitchen that he sent him, but no matter how much it is used, he can't use it, and he can't get it cooked horizontally and vertically.

He threw his car aside, and he also made a lot of noise, but Mu Tianen seemed to be deaf, why, he didn't hear it.

And he did guess correctly, the current Mu Tianen just has bad ears, she only has one ear to hear the sound clearly, as long as the sound is not too loud, or it is behind her, she really can't hear clearly, so whether Ling Ze is screaming in his stomach or losing the key, for Mu Tianen, who has bad ears and has not put his mind here, it is indeed difficult for this strong man.

Ling Ze's face sank, he really had the urge to strangle this woman, he felt that he might still be a little too kind to her, or did she think that he Ling Ze would not dare to kill her.

His stomach screamed again, he put his hand on his stomach, the faint discomfort was so familiar, he knew that it was his stomach disease, and his body knew best.

Oh, there was another irony on the corners of his lips.

His house, the things he bought, what's the matter, he can't eat?

And Ling Ze, who had figured it out, didn't feel anything, on the contrary, it was still natural for him.

These are his things, he can't eat them, who can?

He strode over and sat down.

Mu Tianen was eating noodles in small bites, she ate very slowly, and she also ate very fragrantly, as if she remembered the taste of these foods.

The best noodles she has eaten in her life may be the noodles of this day.

So she was reluctant to eat, she was also reluctant to finish eating, so I don't know how long she ate, she still has half a bowl of noodles, and this half bowl of noodles is enough to make her full, even if she can't eat enough, it doesn't matter, there is still a bowl on the other side.

She asked her sister to eat first, and when her sister finished eating, she disposed of another bowl.

And remembering that she still has a bowl of noodles, she has a very satisfied sense of joy in her heart.

It's just that when the light in front of him was blocked, when there was a person sitting opposite, when that person was called Ling Ze, Mu Tianen almost fell to the ground without the chopsticks in his hand.

Ling Ze picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate the noodles directly, he originally thought how unpalatable they were.

In this place, except for Mu Tianen, Mu Tianen, this thing, in addition to Mu Tianen, who else could make it?

Mu Tianqing is a person who doesn't go into the kitchen, as Mu Tianqing's sister, how can he make anything delicious, he doesn't have any hope, the reason why he eats is just because he doesn't want to let his stomach hurt.

And it doesn't matter if it's hard or not.

No matter how unpalatable it is, it's better than a stomach ache.

As a result, when the first bite of noodles was in his stomach, he couldn't help but be stunned, it seemed to taste quite good.

And the noodles are warm but not hot, so it is just right to eat in your mouth.

And after this first bite, he seems to be a little unable to stop, and he is also eager to put more things in his stomach, only when he has something in his stomach, so as not to make him feel awkward.

He has lived alone for a long time, not without pain, nor without sleepless nights, of course, he has also suffered from it.

People like them, if they are busy, none of them have some problems.

So he knew how to deal with these things, and it wouldn't affect tomorrow's work, and so on.

After eating a few bites, the more he ate this noodle, the more he tasted it, he didn't hold any shelf, he ate the noodles in the bowl in a few bites, and finally even drank a drop of soup.

Of course, the whole stomach is comfortable, like drinking a bowl of old hen soup.

He remembered that when he was very young, he also forgot when he had a nanny at home, who was very old, but it was a good soup.

He has also drunk this soup since he was a child, but after the nanny left, he never drank a bowl of good old hen soup again.

Today, by accident, he found something in this bowl of noodles about the taste of old hen soup, which is obviously not the same thing.

He dared to say that there was no hen in this bowl at all, but it still made a bowl of old hen soup.

He knocked on the table.

Ti Tianen raised her head, her noodles were still eating very slowly, and there were still more than half a bowl of noodles and a bowl of soup.

"Mu Tianen, you really have a good intention."

Ding Tianen picked up chopsticks and ate noodles again, she didn't have a scheming here, no, she never had a scheming in front of him, and she didn't have much scheming.

"Even if I eat your noodles, you will still suffer."

Ling Ze grabbed the only few strands of hair left on Mu Tianen's head again, and really wanted to pull her out into a bald man, maybe her long hair was originally an eyesore, not only Xu Lanying wanted to pull it with her hands, but even he was the same, and even sometimes Mu Tianen himself felt that this hair was a little in the way.