C17 (1/2)

Prince, is the China poor?

”Look at what you're saying, the Godly Doctor Lin treats us as outsiders.”

Since the Lin Mansion had already fallen, and there were only a dozen of them in it now, they would naturally not be officials in the imperial court.

”Old Master Lan, although your body is fine, you shouldn't have too much emotional fluctuations. You should stay here for the next few days.” Holding the homemade charcoal pen in his hand, Lin Chu Yue wrote down a few notes on the paper: ”Take your medicine regularly every day. No matter how bad the medicinal juice is, you must not pour the medicine away.”

”Fine.” Old Master Lan curled his lips, and avoided Lin Chu Yue's gaze as he looked at him. He then glanced at the guards beside him with a grumbling look in his eyes.

The guard beside Old Master Lan had an innocent look on his face. He was not a secretive individual, it was something that the Godly Doctor Lin himself had discovered.

After giving some instructions, Lin Chu Yue left West Wing and went straight to the kitchen.

He really could not understand why the richest man in the China would choose to eat instant noodles instead, while Gao Shi Yuan did not eat the instant noodles cooked by the two of them.

Taking off the white coat on his body, Lin Chu Yue used both of his hands to disinfect the strong wine on his body, and then began to make fried noodles.

Mask, cut noodles, start a fire, fry sauce, and cook noodles. An hour later, a fragrant fry sauce was ready to be cooked.

A bowl of noodles that had been soaked in cold water and drained dry was sprinkled with a layer of egg fried sauce.

Although this was incomparable to the delicacies of mountains and seas, it was the proof of their suffering in the most difficult times.

”Liu Er, take this bowl of noodles to Gauguin.”

Lin Chu Yue placed a bowl of noodles on the table, and did not turn around. Instead, she scooped up a bowl of noodles and placed some of the sauce in the bowl, preparing to eat it herself.

As Lin Chu Yue ate the noodles, she turned around, and saw the purple-clothed figure in front of him eating the fried noodles happily, and she almost spat out the noodles in her mouth.

”Feng Yan, why are you here?”

Mo Yu's eyes were full of confusion as she watched Feng Yan place the empty bowl on the table.

”Still eating.”

”What else do you want to eat?” For a moment, he was unable to react. What was he eating, fried noodles?