But the next moment, Si Yunling turned his head to look at the wall clock in the corner, and a trace of doubt appeared in his blue eyes.

Was it his delusion?

Ayin.... Seems familiar with this place?

Not only do you know where the kitchen is, but even the wall clock hidden in the corner of the living room knows where it is....

But the servant who brought Ayin didn't have permission to enter this floor, did he?

And from the time Ayin stepped into this floor, he had already seen everything from his room surveillance, and Ayin hadn't walked through the entire floor from beginning to end, so .....

The blue fox's pupils shrank suddenly.

.... So how did Ayin determine the location of the kitchen and the wall clock?

Is it a coincidence?

The man lowered his eyes, and his pupils slipped into deep thought.

The other side.

The speed of the light tone is fast.

Because everything was laid out like the laboratory, whether it was the layout of the kitchen or the placement of kitchen utensils, she was very familiar with it, and it was very easy to use, so in less than ten minutes, Qingyin came out of the kitchen with two bowls of steaming egg noodle soup.

"Let's eat~" There was a good mood hidden in the woman's soft voice.

Since entering this underground castle, Qingyin's mood does not know how happy, especially after accidentally learning that the layout of the castle is the same as that of the laboratory, she is even more excited, and she almost jumped out of a dance on the spot.

Quickly put the chopsticks into Si Yunling's hand, and Qingyin sat on the soft carpet on the ground next to the coffee table with the noodle bowl in his hand, and the completely relaxed appearance made Si Yunling stunned when he saw it.

"Eat it, can you taste it?" There were actually a lot of ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator, but she was worried that Ah Mo was hungry, so she cooked two bowls of her best egg noodle soup.

Her cooking skills are average, but only this egg noodle soup has won the true legend of Sang Mian, and even Sang Mian herself admires it, saying that she was born to eat fast food.

I have to say that this egg noodle soup is definitely the best choice for her to serve on the table.

The man nodded obediently, drooped his long eyelashes, and his eyes fell on the egg soup noodles at the right temperature in his hand, and his eyes were soft and messy.

The man ate slowly, and every bite was very serious, as if he were eating some kind of delicacies.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing that the man ate without saying a word, the woman on the side was even happier eating, and she didn't even know that the oil stains were splashed on her mouth.

The man squinted slightly, raised his eyes and nodded his head at the woman, his eyes fell on the drop of oil at the corner of the woman's mouth, and his eyes became dark.

The next moment.

Demons make gods bad.

The man raised his hand and stretched out towards the woman's mouth, and his slightly cool fingers gently brushed the oil stains on the corners of the woman's mouth.

The soft voice who was happily eating noodles was startled, and when he looked up, his small mouth bulging like a hamster was even more shocked, and he didn't even dare to chew it, and a trace of surprise slipped through his eyes.

"Ayin even splashed the soup stains on his face." The man muttered shallowly, then slowly withdrew his hand, and continued to bow his head to eat the noodles in the bowl, as if the noble and elegant appearance had not happened just now.

The woman's dark eyes blinked, with a look of indifference, "... You have to eat it on your face to show that the noodles are really delicious. ”

After a pause, the woman looked at the noodles in the man's bowl with a look of disgust, ".... Amo, how can you eat noodles as slowly and logically as you do. You see, we both ate at the same time, I have eaten more than half of this, you actually only ate a little bit, no, no, I have to cook some more vegetable leaves to eat with you, you wait, I'll be back soon......"

Without waiting for the man to say anything more, the woman held the bowl and ran all the way in the direction of the kitchen.

The man didn't have time to speak, so he had to quietly watch the woman disappear from sight again.

It's been a long time.

The man looked down at the fingers that had just brushed away the soup stains on the woman's face, and a touch of tenderness flowed in his eyes.

The next moment.

The blue eyes narrowed slightly.

The man licked his fingers like a cat licking a delicacy.