Chapter 298

After all, the young master mu, who grew up rich in clothes and food, has never seen anything called noodles.

Have you ever eaten noodles like him?

Yes.

This is the food of the common people. Aristocrats like him will never have a chance to taste it.

Cloud poetry is silent, some speechless.

Putting chopsticks and spoons on the table, a man naturally picked up chopsticks and started eating noodles.

……

It's delicious.

Out of the window, the sunlight spilled into the windowsill.

Muyazhe's back is straight, even when eating noodles, it is also an elegant style, very quiet, not even a sound.

Only then did she believe that he was a real aristocrat, and that the good manners and cultivation he had received since he was a child were revealed on the table.

Even though he was holding the most common bowl of noodles, he still maintained the noble dignity and elegance.

This kind of temperament is not pretended to come out. If it is not the refined ethics from childhood, this temperament has also crossed into the bone for more than ten years, and is naturally formed.

Cloud poetry reluctantly pursed her lips and saw that her face was robbed, so she had to turn back and make another one.

When he brought it out again, he had enjoyed the noodles in the bowl silently. It seemed that it was just to his taste, and there was not even a drop of noodle soup left.

She glanced at the bowl and ate it up. He ate it elegantly. Even a drop of soup did not splash on the table.

Noble ethics, it's really complicated.

Not tired?

Yun Shishi's heart was silent and he sat at the table, holding the bowl of noodles, and was about to enjoy it. However, he saw that the deep vision of Mu Yazhe fell on the bowl of noodles in her hand.

……

"This is mine!" She murmured displeased. To be exact, the one he had just eaten was hers.

Looking at the covet hidden in his eyes, she quickly took care of the bowl of noodles, for fear that he would snatch it again, and warned: "this bowl of noodles is mine."

"Cook me another one." He asked for a bowl of noodles in his stomach, but he was still not satisfied.

Yunshishi obviously underestimated his appetite. It was a man who had no stomach for another night. Naturally, he was hungry.

She lowered a row of cold lines on her brow and said, "if you want to eat more, cook yourself!"

Muyazhe's eyes fixed on her. "I won't."

"No? You deserve to be hungry! "

Put down this sentence in a cool and unrestrained way, not surprisingly, I saw the handsome face of the man who was constantly gloomy.

Yunshishi is a little complacent. He bullied him so many times. This time, he finally pulled back a sentence! Let him watch her enjoy it!

Greedy for you.

Cloud poetry contented stomach Fei, familiar with chopsticks to lift up noodles, Ziliu took a sip.

"Ziyo --"

she doesn't eat noodles as elegant and noble as mu Yazhe. Even if she eats, she has to maintain her noble demeanor, and she doesn't make a sound when eating noodles.

To eat noodles, you need to suck it!

Yunshishi is really hungry, so I don't want to worry about any manners in front of him. A big mouthful is full of stuff.

When eating noodles, it's hard to avoid making subtle noises.

Muyazhe frowned a little. Although she didn't have the image of a lady in this picture, somehow, seeing her eating like this, such a picture, combined with the sound of "Chi Yo" when smoking noodles, made him feel that the noodles were more fragrant.