297: Delicious

Delicious

The woman in the reflection had flushed cheeks and sullen eyes. What greeted her eyes was a suggestive hickey, red and swollen, on the exposed neck!1

The love bite was glaringly ostentatious, as if the man had purposely engraved his mark on her skin. It was such an eyesore!

"You!"

She was mad beyond words and used the ball of her thumb to rub it away vigorously, but her attempt only made the mark more swollen and visible.

The season had entered midsummer now. The man was out to embarrass her with such an obvious hickey on her neck!

How can this man be so crass?!

She turned to tell him through clenched teeth, "Mu Yazhe, you are too much!"

"This is punishment."

"Punishment?" She widened her eyes in disbelief.

What an obnoxious man!

Furious, she turned around and left the room.

As he watched her fume from the back, his lips arched into a contemptuous smile of victory.

She went straight to the kitchen. Leaning against the sink, she slightly bowed her head, scooped some water from the running tap, and splashed her burning cheeks with it in hopes of quickly cooling her heated skin.

She took a towel and wetted it with water before using it to wipe her cheeks and neck. She rubbed continuously and hatefully, as if she were trying to erase his lingering breath and traces on her body. After some time, she finally sighed in vain.

Why am I making life difficult for myself?

Am I going to torture my own self, too?

Growl—

Her tummy let out a long and weak sound.

She was hungry.

Troubled, she bit her lower lip and opened the door to the fridge. There was not much food left inside – a few eggs, a piece of beef, and a bundle of noodles.

She thought for a while and decided to cook something to fill her stomach. Once she had a full stomach, she could then rush to the hospital to take her father's place in watching over Youyou.

She was not that skilled as a cook and only knew how to make some simple dishes. When she was still staying at the Yun house, she was in charge of all the chores.

At that time, on top of studying to finish her course, she also worked part time. She was preoccupied enough as it was, yet she still had to prepare the three meals at home. That was because her father had a hectic schedule at work. Her adoptive mother hardly cooked, much less her adoptive sister.

Once she moved out of her father's house and officially stepped into society, she was always busy with her work. Youyou was fortunately well-behaved and thoughtful. He knew his mother was preoccupied with work, so he got a few recipe books from the bookstore to learn the skill.

In the end, his cooking skill had exceeded hers.

Her skill was not too bad, either. After slicing the beef and sautéing the chunks along with a few more ingredients, she added the noodles into the pan, seasoned it with some condiments, and topped everything with two eggs. Within a short period of time, a heady bowl of noodle broth was carried out of the kitchen by her.

He could smell the food from the bedroom. Following the delicious fragrance, he walked out of the room. By the time she returned from the kitchen with chopsticks and a spoon in hand, she saw that the man had already slurped the broth as he sat casually in front of the dining table.

It was unexpectedly delicious.

The man raised an eyebrow as he licked the soup stains from his lips with the tip of his tongue. It was obvious that he had enjoyed the meal.

He bowed and stared at the noodles in the bowl. The noodles had egg toppings and a few beef slices. For some reason, this simple fare, which smelled divine, was able to whet his appetite.

He was also hungry without a doubt.

He was originally not conscious of it, but when the fragrance wafted into the room, his taste buds had a funny reaction.

"What is this?"

He had never seen a noodle broth with such ingredients.

The chefs engaged by the Mu house were from five-star hotels and were among the best in their field. They had excellent culinary skills and could whip up any kind of dishes, and their repertoire included not just Chinese and Western but also French cuisines.

Still, no matter how tasty the food was, it could get tiring after eating the same stuff for over two decades.

Therefore, being a novelty, the noodle soup before his eyes was understandably fascinating.

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