Su Ningyan lay on his chest, "But I'm hungry..."
Zhuo Junyue rubbed her hair. She ate quite a bit for dinner, and now she's already hungry?
He still rolled over and got up, "Wife, I'll cook some noodles for you. Let's not have ice cream, okay?"
"No way, hubby, I just want to eat it, it's in the fridge, vanilla flavor."
Vanilla flavor, how does she remember so clearly?
Zhuo Junyue really had no way with her, "Just one bite, wait here."
Seeing her hungry, how could Zhuo Junyue possibly let her go to sleep on an empty stomach in the middle of the night?
Lord Zhuo took his noble steps and walked into the kitchen.
At this time, all the servants in the house were resting.
So, Lord Zhuo had to do it himself.
Lord Zhuo's cooking skills were quite mediocre, but boiling noodles was still well within his capabilities.
Ten minutes later, two bowls of fragrant noodles were ready.
To make it taste better, he added two drops of vinegar.
