The male god of fast-wearing god-level female supporting role kneels down

Chapter 951 The General's Little Widow 42
Her mouth is pink and sparkling with pearls.

At this time, she lowered her head, and her long eyelashes drooped down, like a butterfly perched on it.

Seeing Sheng Xia like this, Leng Qinghan felt that his heart had been lifted up all of a sudden.

But he still didn't feel Sheng Xia's feather-like breath hitting his arm.

He felt a burst of pain, and looked at Sheng Xia carefully, and found that she had already bit his arm.

Sheng Xia bit her mouth for a while, then let go of her mouth|, looked at the distinctive teeth marks on his arm, and glared at Leng Qinghan again.

"Now it doesn't hurt anymore!"

After Sheng Xia finished speaking, he let go of his arm and walked towards the big kitchen.

Leng Qinghan smiled dumbly, he raised his arm, looked at the entire tooth mark on it, and smiled.

Then, his lips were imprinted on this tooth mark.

"What are you doing in here?"

Fang Mei was rolling the noodles by hand, when she looked up, she saw Sheng Xia rushing in front of her.

"I'm here to help!!"

Sheng Xia stood beside Fang Mei.

"You two don't talk well, and I don't want your help."

Fang Mei urged Sheng Xia to go out again.

"I'll learn how to make noodles from you."

Midsummer said so.

Fang Mei nodded when she heard what Sheng Xia said.

"This is also possible, Qinghan likes to eat noodles."

So, Fang Mei began to teach Sheng Xia how to make noodles.

In the end, I actually got a bowl of noodles.

The noodles are cooked first and some chicken broth is drizzled on top afterwards.

Chicken, fungus, bamboo shoots, falling on the white noodles.

No matter how you look at it, it is very eye-catching.

"Mom, I'll take it out to him first!"

Saying that, Sheng Xia went out with the bowl of noodles.

"Qinghan, your face!!"

Sheng Xia put the noodle bowl on the table in front of Leng Qinghan, and made a gesture to leave.

"You did this!"

Leng Qinghan took a look and asked.

"how do you know?"

Sheng Xia thought that the noodles had already been cooked, so she couldn't see it at all.

"It's so ugly, you can tell it was cooked by you at a glance."

As soon as Leng Qinghan said this, Sheng Xia's cool eyes looked towards Leng Qinghan.

"Since it's so ugly, don't eat it."

Leng Qinghan received Sheng Xia's eye knife, and knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"The noodles I ate recently were all made by my mother. I got used to eating them. Now...you don't look like yours, but it's definitely my favorite."

Leng Qinghan said, took a bite with chopsticks.

“Noodle soup is delicious.”

He praised it vigorously, and used an exaggerated expression to show that this noodle soup is delicious enough to make people lose their teeth.

"The soup base is chicken soup, what does it have to do with me!!"

Sheng Xia's expression was still calm, and her eyes were still cold.

Leng Qinghan was taken aback, as if something was still wrong.

So, Leng Qinghan took another mouthful of noodles.

Give a thumbs up: "The noodles are very strong, very good."

"...The noodles belong to my mother!"

Midsummer is still faint.

"My lady... tell me, what did you do?"

Leng Qinghan asked again, otherwise it really wouldn't be enough to praise the essence.

"I cut the noodles!"

Sheng Xia then spoke lightly.

Leng Qinghan looked at the noodles in the bowl, wide and narrow, and sometimes, it was very strange to break.

(End of this chapter)