Qin Chenchen understood one thing before: You must not fight with Leng Mo, otherwise you won't even know how to die.

Now, she has realized one more thing: you must not fight with this thing, otherwise you will be so angry that you will vomit blood and die.

After Qin Chenchen was said by Leng Mo to be the princess of Taiping, her whole person was not good. Fortunately, she comforted herself in time that she was only thirteen years old and her body had not yet developed.

She glared at him viciously and turned to go upstairs.

"Why are you going?"

"Go back to the house and take a shower." She replied angrily.

"Don't you eat the noodles?"

Qin Chenchen was stunned, "What face?" ”

Leng Mo's eyes flickered, "It's nothing." When I didn't say. ”

Qin Chenchen's face was the same as if he had eaten bitter gourd. "Why are you like this? Speak only halfway. ”

Leng Mo shrugged, "You go up." ”

"Hmph."

Qin Chenchen returned to the room, took off his skirt, took his pajamas, walked into the bathroom, and took a hot shower.

Half an hour later, Qin Chenchen walked out of the bathroom while wiping his wet hair with a soft dry towel.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, a scent rushed in.

Qin Chenchen squinted his eyes pleasantly, "It's so fragrant, what does it smell like?" ”

walked out, only to see Leng Mo sitting on her small round chair with a stinky face, her legs folded at will, and her long narrow eyes staring at her.

"Do you still have a habit of taking a shower and holding a concert?"

Qin Chenchen's face flushed, and he thought, it's over, his habit of singing in the bathroom while showering has been known to him, embarrassed!

"I... What's the matter with you? ”

"Of course it's my business, you're spicy to my ears."

Qin Chenchen's face darkened, "Are you saying that I sing ugly?" ”

Leng Mo sneered, "Wrong, you don't sing ugly, you call ugly." ”

Qin Chenchen's expression was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, like a marquee.

She angrily threw the towel in her hand over, "I didn't let you listen, you let me out." ”

Leng Mo squinted his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure." ”

"Is this still suspicious? Immediately disappeared in front of me. ”

"Okay." Leng Mo pretended to shake his head regretfully, "Alas, it seems that this bowl of longevity noodles can only be enjoyed by myself." So saying, he picked up a bowl on the table, got up, and walked out.

Qin Chenchen was stunned, and then, she pounced on her eyebrows as fast as she could, hugging the young man's arm like a dog.

"Ahaha, longevity noodles? Do you want to eat it for me? ”

Leng Mo threw her a look that she could experience on her own.

Qin Chenchen blinked his eyes deliberately, his cunning eyes were full of shattered starlight. She stood on her tiptoes, carefully took the bowl from his, and licked her lips like a cat.

Putting the bowl on the table, Qin Chenchen lifted the chopsticks and picked the green onion on it.

"Did you really make this one?" She asked, suspiciously.

Leng Mo glanced at her arrogantly, "Of course." ”

"It looks pretty good, there are eggs and green onions, and it's quite fragrant."

The corners of Leng Mo's mouth rose, and he was very proud. "You'll taste better."

Qin Chenchen blew the hot air, took a few noodles and put them in his mouth.

"How?" Leng Mo asked expectantly.

Qin Chenchen chewed her noodles, looking at Leng Mo's cute appearance like a Labrador, waiting for her master's praise, she suddenly felt compassion.

Forced to swallow it normally, she tried to raise a happy smile. "It's delicious."

Leng Mo comfortably put up Erlang's legs and said in a sneering voice: "Young Master Ben knew that it would be like this. Qin Chenchen, why do you say you are so good? It was such an honor to be the first person to cook for Young Master Ben. ”

Qin Chenchen's head was full of black lines. "You're enough of the childish ghosts. And I smacked you. ”

Leng Mo swept a sharp look, so frightened that Qin Chenchen immediately changed his words, and flattered him with a doggy face: "Yes, yes, my honor." ”

Leng Mo glanced at that side and asked, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"Forehead......" The inexplicable taste in Qin Chenchen's mouth was still echoing. How to say it, this noodle looks very good, and eating it will make her a little... Doubt your sense of taste.

This bowl of noodles is powerful, salty, sour and spicy, with some burnt mush.

If it weren't for her strong sense of taste, she would probably not hesitate to tell him: I'm afraid that your eldest young master wouldn't even eat Bobo from this thing.

"Uh... It's a little hot, I'll eat it later. "The excuse she made.