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Qingyin came downstairs and went to the kitchen according to his memory.

Fortunately, her memory is not bad, otherwise she would have to get lost in such a big night house.

She searched the kitchen, expecting that there would be some leftovers, and who knows if there was any ready-made food.

Mother Liu heard a movement in the kitchen and took a look, but she didn't expect to see Qingyin looking at the stove with a puzzled face.

He looked like he didn't know how to fire.

"Are you hungry?"

Qingyin was startled, turned to stare at Liu's mother, and her heartbeat missed half a beat.

"No, no, I just want to cook a bowl of noodles."

Cooking noodles without being hungry?

Mother Liu didn't say anything, and went over to help Qingyin turn on the fire.

"Need my help?"

Qingyin saw that Liu's mother was very kind, and the nervousness that she was scared just now gradually relaxed.

"If it's not troublesome."

Mother Liu smiled gently, feeling that she was light and well-behaved, and naturally liked to get along with her.

"Are you cooking noodles for Miss?"

Qingyin subconsciously shook her head, and only told her after meeting Liu's mother's puzzled eyes.

"I want to cook it for Mr. Night."

She didn't feel the need to lie to Liu's mother, so she said it.

Mother Liu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled more happily, and her eyes with fine lines became more and more crooked.

"Then let's give the young master two more poached eggs, okay?"

"Huh?"

Qingyin just wanted to cook a bowl of noodles simply, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to make it ......

"The young master likes to eat candy poached eggs." Mother Liu kindly reminded.

Sure enough, in the next second, the light voice nodded yes.

Hearing that Ye Haocang liked it, she didn't know why she agreed.

With a steaming noodle, Qingyin went to the study on the fourth floor under the guidance of Liu's mother.

Standing at the door, his soft voice was still a little cramped, and he adjusted his breathing a few times before knocking on the door three times.

"Enter."

Pushing open the door, the dark-toned study is a little cold, but it matches the man's aura very well.

Ye Haocang sat behind his desk, and there was only one lamp in the study.

Warm lights illuminate the world.

The hazy shadow shone on the man, as if he had been plated with a layer of aperture.

There was a faint smell of food wafting through the air.

Ye Mao Cang raised his head and held the thin figure of the light voice in the bottom of his eyes.

The girl was wearing a water-pink nightdress, cool and thin, with a loose neckline, and a very short skirt that just reached the leg # under the root.

Lu # had a pair of fair and beautiful thin legs, and walked straight towards him.

Every step drives the skirt, and even the neckline is shaking, and you can see the little white rabbit jumping.

Qingyin didn't care about what she was wearing, and she would have worn it loosely and comfortably when she slept.

What's more, she will wear whatever Nan Anjun asks her to wear, and she can't refuse at all.

Therefore, when she was looking for Ye Maocang, she didn't expect how charming she was now#charming#person.

"Did I disturb you?"

Qingyin wanted to put the noodles on the table, but when she saw a pile of documents in front of the man, she couldn't put the noodles in her hand.

"Nope."

Ye Haocang swept the document aside, and her eyes fell on the girl wantonly.

"I cooked a bowl of noodles and knew you hadn't eaten, so I lay two extra poached eggs."

She didn't tell Ye Haocang that in order to make two sugar-hearted poached eggs, she wasted a lot of effort to learn from Liu's mother, and did it repeatedly to make two poached eggs that looked good.

"You cooked it?"

Ye Haocang's eyes were a little deep and hot.

"Well, maybe it doesn't taste good, I've done my best."

Qingyin knows his cooking skills, which can only be regarded as barely.

Even if I was hungry and full in the past, it was just to make ends meet, and I didn't care if the food was good or not.

So cooking noodles is already her best cooking skill.

"Not bad."

Ye Maocang's taste buds have always been picky, and this bowl of noodles is not delicious, but at least it is not difficult to swallow.

The short three words relieved the light tone.

Her heart, which had been anxious, was also filled with joy.

Joy? As soon as these two words popped out, the light voice was stunned.

It's really inexplicable, why should she be happy because of such a thing.

"Then you eat slowly, I'll go first."

Qingyin walked in a hurry, as if he was on the run.

After she left, the man's deep and cold eyes stared at the glass next to him, and he took a sip of water to dilute the taste in his mouth.

Subsequently, the entire bowl of noodles was thrown into the trash.