Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Two bowls of steaming noodles were placed on the table. Qiao Lian passed a pair of chopsticks to Shen Liangchuan and then, her eyes shining, picked up her own pair.
Her hunger was finally satiated once she swallowed the hot noodles. Only then did she realize that Shen Liangchuan had not even touched his chopsticks. Instead, he was just staring at the noodles.
She swallowed a mouthful of noodles and said vaguely, “Mr. Shen, please eat. My younger brother used to dislike my noodles, but after a while he found them to be extremely delicious.”
As she said this, she dropped her head and smiled humbly. “Even though I personally feel that their taste is nothing spectacular, you should still try them.”
She picked up Shen Liangchuan’s pair of chopsticks and passed it to him hopefully.
Her expression looked like that of a pet which had just performed a good deed and was waiting to be praised.
Shen Liangchuan’s eyes relaxed. He took the chopsticks, used them to pick up some noodles and placed them into his mouth.
The taste was extremely normal. The meat tasted somewhat expired, the noodles were sort of mushy, and even the vegetables were overcooked.
Shen Liangchuan swallowed a mouthful of noodles and raised his eyes only to see her eager expression. “Mr. Shen, is it delicious?”
Her black eyes shone brightly and her teeth gleamed. At this moment, she looked so beautiful that his heart almost skipped a beat.
However, such a reaction suddenly put Shen Liangchuan in a difficult position.
He immediately stood up and smashed the chopsticks on the table. He then coldly said, “These noodles are difficult to swallow.”
As he finished speaking, he turned around and instantly went upstairs.
Qiao Lian stared open-mouthed at him!
She only regained her senses after Shen Liangchuan’s silhouette disappeared at the stairway landing.
She lowered her head and ate a mouthful of noodles. As she swallowed, she carefully savored the taste of the noodles. Even though they were indeed not as delicious as what her dad and younger brother used to say, but they were not… so terrible that he could lose his temper while eating, right?
Was this because he was hot-tempered, or had her noodles really sparked a frenzy within him?
Qiao Lian shook her head. Forget it, Best Actor Shen’s tongue was made of gold and she had only cooked to provide her belly with sustenance.
After finishing an entire bowl of noodles, Qiao Lian patted her belly, satisfied. Then, she looked at Shen Liangchuan’s bowl of noodles.
The other servants, including Zhang Hong, looked down on her. Thus, she was uncertain whether they would actually prepare breakfast for her tomorrow morning, so… she should leave this bowl of noodles for tomorrow morning to eat herself.
She washed the empty bowl before heading upstairs.
After entering the master bedroom, she realized that Shen Liangchuan was not in the room.
She did not think much of it, climbed up to the bed and slept.
After half an hour, Shen Liangchuan walked out of the study.
As he stood at the hallway of the second floor, he could see the dining table in the dining room. His half-eaten bowl of noodles was still placed there on the table.
The noodles clearly had an ordinary taste, and some would even consider the taste terrible. However, the noodles made him agitated, as though opium had been added to them.
As though at the behest of supernatural powers, he slowly went downstairs. He then stood in front of the dining table, picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate another mouthful of the noodles.
They were completely cold and completely tasteless. However, he picked up the chopsticks again, as though he was under a spell.
Before he could register what happened, he realized that he had eaten all of the noodles in the bowl.
He stared blankly at the empty bowl and his expression suddenly looked full of loneliness. A flash of what seemed like struggling flashed across his cold face.
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The next day, when Qiao Lian opened his eyes, she did not find anybody sleeping next to her. This meant that Shen Liangchuan probably had not returned to this room yesterday.
A sense of disappointment flashed across her heart. However, she quickly adjusted her mood, showered, rinsed her mouth and went downstairs.
The servants had woken up and were currently sweeping and cleaning. Breakfast was not ready yet.
Qiao Lian walked to the front of the dining table but with a single glance, saw that there was only soup left in the bowl of noodles. Her eyes instantly widened and she unconsciously yelled, “Who secretly ate my noodles?!”
