Chapter 922 - A Disproportionate Appetite
It had been a long time since she last entered the kitchen; thus, she was unaccustomed to it. Naturally, her culinary skills could not match Youyou’s, but the taste of her food was still digestible.
Mu Yazhe was taking a nap while hugging a pillow when she finally placed the noodles and sautéed veggies on the table.
She approached him gingerly, but as she saw the tiredness on his face, she could not bring herself to disturb him. In the end, she still gently woke him up.
“The noodles are ready!”
He was startled awake. For a split moment, his eyes were sharp. However, as his vision adjusted and reflected Yun Shishi’s happy smile, his gaze gradually filled with warmth, and he returned to his unguarded and peaceful state.
She was taken aback.
Earlier, in that split second when he just opened his eyes, there was so much coldness and murderous intent radiating off them.
It was frightening.
Seeing the change in her complexion, he could not help but ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Your gaze earlier, for a second… it was unnerving!” she admitted honestly.
“Did I scare you?”
“… Yes.” She nodded.
“I received military training in the past. Even when we were asleep, we must always be on guard,” he explained.
“Oh! It’s like that, huh.”
She dropped the matter. “The noodles are done. Eat them quickly before they turn cold, or else they won’t taste good anymore!”
He sat at the table. Seeing that the so-called ‘noodles’ were just instant noodles, his eyes got filled with disappointment.
“Instant noodles?”
He snorted.
Dumb woman. Did she think that something like this would appease him?
“Is this not okay? We only have instant noodles at home. Just bear with it; it’s better than being starved.”
The man was still feeling indignant, but he was indeed famished. Therefore, he did not fuss further and just picked up his chopsticks to begin eating.
He tasted a spoonful. Eh? It seems that the taste isn’t that bad.
This was not his first time eating instant noodles. The first time he had eaten this, it had also been cooked by her.
It was just that the taste that first time was barely satisfactory. This time, the taste had gone up a notch.
“Your skills have improved.”
He let out a compliment that could not really count as one.
She was speechless. Looking at him silently, the corners of her eyes twitched.
Is there a skill needed for cooking instant noodles?
…
Even idiots can do it.
She did not dare to say those words aloud because she knew that he was that idiot.
He definitely did not know how to cook instant noodles.
A man with such a high status never had to worry about food or clothes. Every detail in his life had been taken care of by others. Why would he ever need to step into a place called kitchen?
With one mouthful after another, he quickly finished his noodles. However, he did not even make a sound.
From a young age, he was taught about the restrictions and doctrines of the upper-class society. At the dining table, they were never permitted to make a sound.
He sat as straight as a pen, the hand holding his chopsticks was slender and fair. Even though he was eating something as inexpensive as instant noodles, he still maintained an elegant demeanor as seen in the higher-ups in society.
The air of nobility was seeping out of his bones between his every gesture.
She sat across him with her head propped on her hand, watching him eat mouthful after mouthful. Soon, the bowl of noodles was gone.
“Is there more?”
He raised his head to ask.
She lifted her eyes, astonished and stared dolefully at him. “Is it… Is it not enough?”
“Not enough.”
She cooked three packets of noodles, yet those were still not enough to fill him.
…
This man had an appetite that was disproportionate to his slim body.
It did not make any scientific sense.
She headed back into the kitchen and cooked three more packets of noodles, quickly carrying the big bowl of noodles out and placing it in front of him.
With one mouthful after another again, he polished off the bowl of noodles completely.