Chapter Seventy-Six: The Problem Surfaces (3)
Xiao Kuang was wearing long pants of unknown black texture, a white shirt with a V-neckline, and a pair of eyes staring at you intently, it seemed that he had been here for a long time.
He sat quietly on the chair, lowered his head and scanned the noodles, Yun Moyu's heart was dripping blood, and he reluctantly moved the bowl in front of Xiao Kuang.
He ate it, and he actually ate it.
There were no noodles after cooking another serving, and there was no one around, so Yun Moyu gritted her teeth, sat next to him with chopsticks, took out some from the bowl and put them into a small bowl, and ate them herself.
"Side dishes."
For the first time, he had no opinion on his instructions, Yun Moyu went to get a few things and put them down, and after the two of them finished eating, Xiao Kuang didn't move.
"Handkerchief."
"There's none of the high-end stuff you use here."
"Yours."
Mine took it to feed the dog, Yun Moyu pouted, took out the handkerchief, wiped it herself, and then handed it to him.
Sample, you can do it yourself. Ahhh ”
Xiao Kuang paused, threw the handkerchief into the trash, got up and left, he was chic, leaving Yun Moyu alone in a mess.
It was bought by her mother, Yun Moyu was reluctant to throw it away at all, took it out and went back to the room to wash, and kept pouting aggrievedly.
Early the next morning, the housekeeper sent someone to ask Yun Moyu what she would do, and when she thought about it, it was estimated that it was Xiao Kuang's meaning, so she opened her eyes and answered directly that she would cook noodles.
After coming back from school, Yun Moyu found that there was one more thing in her room, a landline!
Wow! The sun is coming out in the west, will there be a TV? The gaze turned around and there was nothing.
In the middle of the night, the baby's landline "wow" sounded, waking up Yun Moyu, who was sleeping soundly, and sat up straight in fright, thinking that someone was going to attack Xiao Kuang's home!
grabbed it and put it in his ear: "Tingting, what are you doing?" Don't tell me it's not you, you know my landline number. ”
"I know that too."
"......" Xiao Kuang's voice entered his ears, and Yun Moyu shivered.
"Two late-night snacks."
Hung up, he NN's, why don't you make it clear where to send? And so on...... Did I promise to do it for them? When I'm a 24-hour fast food restaurant?
Even if it is, is it okay if the store doesn't deliver takeaways?
Yun Moyu, who wanted to sleep, was afraid that Xiao Kuang would let her go out for a few laps, so she had to go to the kitchen with a sleepy bug.
How is Chef here? The chef was very polite when he saw Yun Moyu: "This is a small kitchen, there are only four refrigerators, which are ......"
I know, I often come in the evenings to get something to eat. After the chef finished talking about the placement of the ingredients, he opened a small cabinet, which was actually full of noodles, all kinds of sizes, thicknesses, and thicknesses, Yun Moyu had never seen so many types, and her eyes instantly widened.
"It's not just China, it's also French, Italian and other places."
"Wait," knowing that the chef still wanted to introduce, Yun Moyu hurriedly interjected: "That, I will only do ......"
"It's okay," the chef smiled, "here are three translated books, you can study more when you have nothing to do." ”
"Don't you teach me?" If you learn well, you can open a store and do business in the future.
Yun Moyu's abacus was very good, but Xiao Kuang had already thought of it, and the chef smiled slightly: "The top said, the original is good." ”
It means my own style, Yun Moyu was dumbfounded, and watched the chef leave after thanking him. Well, it's time to make noodles for the demons.