You are the sweetness of my time

Chapter 595

Li Mofan chuckled, and said in a lazy tone, "In your eyes, am I so hard to serve?"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Then cook me a bowl of noodles. You should know how to do such a simple thing?"

Gu Nianchen thought for a while, nodded in agreement, got up and said, "Then I'll change my clothes first."

Li Mofan looked at her a few times, and said incomprehensibly, "You women are troublesome, and you have to change clothes even after cooking. Isn't this suit suitable for you?"

Gu Nianchen wore a gray and white striped sportswear with a ponytail, very youthful.

Gu Nianchen's eyes flickered slightly, he just smiled, turned around and went upstairs.

When she arrived at the bedroom, she locked the door, walked to a cabinet, and took out the box of powder that was in the makeup box.

One-third of the powder in a box is full.

After another third is used, the symptoms will gradually appear.

She held the box in a daze for a while, a trace of pain slowly gushed out from the bottom of her heart, and before it fully penetrated, it was squeezed away by other more complicated emotions.

She has no choice of turning back.

From the moment she made up her mind to do this thing, it was impossible for her to turn back.

Gu Nianchen made a big bowl of noodles.

Although her cooking skills are not very good, the noodles she makes are still edible.

A large bowl of tomato omelette noodles, sprinkled with green onions, can smell a little aroma.

"Okay, take it out." She clapped her hands, took off the apron, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The maid lowered her head, her expression stunned, "Miss, is this for the young master?"

It looks... like pig food.

Li Mofan is very particular about food.

Not only must it taste good, but it must also look good in combination. Each dish should be served on a plate, with fancy embellishments, making it look delicate and beautiful.

For him, eating is also an art.

The color and fragrance must be complete.

But the bowl of noodles on the kitchen table is very unqualified no matter how you look at it.

Gu Nianchen nodded, "Take it out quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

The maid stared at the noodles in the bowl that were about to form a ball, and was silent for a moment, imagining Li Mofan's angry appearance, a little scared, but she still had to bite the bullet and take it out.

Sitting at the dining table, Li Mofan frowned when he saw the huge bowl on the tray carried by the maid, "What is this?"

The maid didn't dare to raise her head, and said in a low voice, "Young Mistress cooked the noodles for Master, she said she wants Master to eat while it's hot."

Li Mofan was shocked by the bowl on the tray that was as big as half a basin.

The maid put the bowl on the table, glanced quietly, and saw no displeasure on Li Mofan's face, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and quietly backed away.

"I know it might not be very tasty, but I've tried my best." Gu Nianchen didn't know when she sat across from him, "If you don't want to eat it, I'll take it and throw it away."

Li Mofan frowned again.

The big lump of noodles in the bowl really made him lose his appetite.

He didn't say he wouldn't eat it, but asked, "Have you cooked so much?"

Gu Nianchen explained, "You didn't eat much dinner, I thought you were very hungry."

He frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, seemed to be struggling fiercely, and slowly picked up the chopsticks.

After taking a bite, there was almost no taste, as if boiled in plain water. What made him even more unbearable was that the noodles were half-cooked.

(End of this chapter)