Chapter 52: The Noodles That Were Eight Years Late
Chapter 52: The Noodles That Were Eight Years Late
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Liangchuan’s voice sounded exceptionally magnetic in the night.
Qiao Lian’s body froze; she didn’t dare to move. She thought for a while and then said, "Oh, I’m trying to lose some weight."
Even if she told him that the servant had purposely not left any food for her, this guy would still not care about her. Besides, she could deal with a mere servant.
Except…
"Grumble, grumble."
Qiao Lian wished she could cover Shen Liangchuan’s ears. The fact that her stomach was growling like this was absolutely embarrassing for her!
She turned around and slept on her belly — only then did her belly quieten down.
However, she was so hungry!
Qiao Lian pressed her hands on her belly, which was slightly warm.
As a reporter, she frequently had irregular meals due to her need to chase scoops. Hence, within the past half a year, she had contracted mild gastrointestinal problems.
Her belly was hurting slightly, now that she was in a state of extreme hunger.
However, if she got up and found something to eat, would Shen Liangchuan find her irritating?
As Qiao Lian hesitated, she suddenly felt the man beside her move.
She turned her head over and saw that Shen Liangchuan had already got up. He was wearing pyjamas and standing there. His complexion was colder than the night. "Go and cook some food."
Qiao Lian hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I’m- I’m not hungry-"
As she moved, her stomach growled again.
Qiao Lian: …
Shen Liangchuan shot a quick glance at her and said, "I’ll eat."
Qiao Lian went downstairs, jubilated. The moment she hopped out of bed, she was moved to near tears. At last, she could eat some food!
In the kitchen, she
"Seafood fried rice."
Qiao Lian froze and said, "… I don’t know how to make that."
"Shredded chicken noodles."
"… I don’t know how to make that either."
"Then, what can you make?"
Qiao Lian awkwardly smiled and said, "Noodles with vegetables and shredded meat."
Shen Liangchuan stared at her with a look of clear disdain and said, "So, do I have any other options?"
Qiao Lian: …
Qiao Lian hurriedly smiled and said, "Please wait, my vegetable and shredded meat noodles are well-received in my family! I promise that you will remember these noodles. After only the first bite, my dad-"
As she said this, she abruptly stopped. She then smiled at Shen Liangchuan, gathered some meat and vegetables and started cooking.
Even though Shen Liangchuan sat in the dining room, he could see her petite silhouette working in the kitchen through the door.
An almost imperceptible gentleness flashed across his eyes.
A young voice from eight years ago rang in his ears, saying, "Today, I learnt how to cook vegetable and shredded meat noodles!"
He coldly replied, "Are you sure it’s edible?"
"Hey, how could you say this? I’m telling you, the dish I made is absolutely exquisite! My dad could not stop heaping praises on it — he even ate an entire pot by himself!"
"In that case, Uncle will likely not be able to sleep tonight."
"Why?"
He said bitingly, "Food poisoning! He will probably spend the entire night in the toilet."
"Hey!" She flew into a shameful rage, "What can you expect from a hog but a grunt! Hmph, I will take this as just sour grapes; my noodles are extremely delicious. If given the chance, I will make some for you to taste."
"Please don’t, my stomach is weak and cannot stand your resplendence."
"How can you have such a poisonous tongue!"
…
Actually, she was right.
He had really been jealous then and wanted to taste the food she made for himself.
However, there had been no opportunity to do so then. After eight years, the bowl of hot, steaming noodles was finally brought in front of him.
He raised his eyes. Within the dense steam, he saw that her face had become absent-minded, as though in that moment she had turned back into her young, immature self from eight years ago.