'Is this damn dog dissing my noodles?'
Shen Huoshui's eyes narrowed. She hummed nonchalantly, "Not eating?"
"I'll eat," Jiang Yu replied without a second thought. But then he looked at the blackened noodles and fell silent again.
"How long did you cook this?"
The beautiful troublemaker lounged on the soft couch, fanning herself with a silk fan. Her voice was languid. "A little over an hour... What, you want me to feed you?"
"..." 'Something's not right,' Jiang Yu thought.
'She was the one who cooked noodles to serve me, so why does it feel like I'm the one risking my life to please her?'
He slowly took a bite.
"..."
Shen Lang paused her fanning. She cast a sinister, airy gaze in his direction, one that seemed to lack any real force.
"Not to your liking?"
Before Jiang Yu could recover, she snickered to herself and said, "How could that be? These noodles may look tragic, but I'm quite confident in their taste."
Jiang Yu: "..."
