Chapter 268 - My Lord, Lie Down with Me (1/2)

Despite his mouth saying this, Gong Moran actually went to the small kitchen in person after changing into a neat white robe.

The sky brightened a bit, and the maid in charge of the kitchen has always been the first to get up, at this moment, there were two women burning the stove already.

The two women were yawning and chatting, but there was a sudden cold voice behind them, “Where is the flour?”

The two of them turned their heads and looked around, when they caught sight of the man in white robe who looked like an immortal appeared behind them, they immediately knelt down, exclaiming in shock, “My Lord!”

Gong Moran didn’t even look at them and walked straight to the panel for cutting vegetables before repeating coldly, “Where’s the flour? Hand them to me.”

The two women were very frightened, and when they heard this, they rummaged in a hurry, finally carrying a whole bag of flour to the man’s side.

“Which pot is for making noodles?”

The women handed things promptly, and without the man’s further order, the two laid down a set of cooking set to the venerable person’s side.

Gong Moran lifted his sleeves up and knead the flour himself.

The two women looked at each other and saw the other’s absurd expression at the same time.

Wait, wait, are they dreaming right now?

Is this really the State Teacher in front of them?

The two women blinked their old eyes frantically before finally assured that it wasn’t because their eyes were broken, it was really the State Teacher himself!

The high and mighty State Teacher, who has never set foot in such a place, suddenly came, and he wanted to make his own noodles to eat?

OMG!

“M- my Lord, please let this old slave do such rough work!” One of the women said with a terrified expression.

Gong Moran faintly ordered, “You go and help me boil a pot of water for cooking noodles.”

“A-ah! Yes!” The two women glared at each other, they did ‘you push me and I push you’ manoeuvre before both went to the stove together.

Gong Moran started to roll the dough when they set, and when they were rolled into one long sheet, he fetched a kitchen knife and cut the dough into strings.

The man’s movements were a little rusty at first, but later he became more and more skilled.

The noodles were almost ready in the pot, so he broke two eggs and made poached eggs.

“What vegetables are there in the kitchen? Bring this Lord some.”

As soon as the kitchen ladies heard this, they immediately brought all the available vegetables in the kitchen, including carrots, cabbage, greens, potatoes, etc.

Gong Moran’s gaze flitted across the carrots and reached out for a handful of greens.

He quickly chose a few vegetables, rinsed them with clear water, threw them into the pot and boiled them for a while.

Seeing that he was about to serve the sliced noodles, the kitchen lady next to him suddenly reminded him with a low voice, “My Lord, you haven’t put… salt.”

A salt jar was brought over during the talk.

Gong Moran’s movements became stiff, his thin lips pressed slightly, he then said faintly, “You help this Lord with the salt, Duoduo likes heavy taste, you put a bit more.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought for a while and felt that it wasn’t right, so he immediately changed his words, “Forget it, it’s better to be lighter, she should eat lighter in the morning.”

The kitchen lady scooped out a spoonful of salt in trepidation, her hand that held the spoon couldn’t help shaking.

The Lord said to make it heavier than changed it to lighter in the next second, she’s really afraid that she can’t control it well, what would be better then? Salty or bland?