Chapter 1189 (1/2)

What did she say?

She scratched her head and couldn't remember it at all.

Wankun pursed his lips, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his lips. ”I'll go to the kitchen and see if I have anything to eat. I'll bring you some hot water in the bathroom. You can wash it first.” Then he turned around and went out, leaving Zheng Nianwen with an ignorant face.

There is a paste in my head. I can't understand anything.

It's two hours before dawn. The cook hasn't got up yet. There's nothing in the kitchen except two leftover cold steamed bread.

He saw a basin of Xingfa dough on the desk. There were some vegetables and eggs in the corner. He pulled up his sleeve to stretch the noodles. Although he was not very skilled, he had a model.

He is the only son of ten thousand families, the only heir. Once born, he is destined to be rich. However, he is no stranger to the life in the kitchen. This is incredible for those noble CHILDES with famous names in Kyoto.

It was to read the text, but I didn't expect him to do it.

”You did it?” But for the flour on his cheek, the ashes on the back of his hand and the bottom of the pot, it would be hard for her to imagine that such a bowl of noodles, which looks appetizing, was made by him.

Wan Kun nodded, ”I made it casually. You can taste it.”

I can't be hungry. Naturally, I won't be polite. I took chopsticks to pick up the noodles and couldn't stop after eating. I didn't have time to talk to him. I ate up the bowl of noodles in front of me three times, five times and two times.

”Is it delicious?” He chuckled, this wench, just like she hasn't had a meal in 800 years.

His eyes fell on the bowl of noodles in front of him: ”if you don't eat, I can do it for you.”