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"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Fu Yuanying frowned slightly, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. The expression on his face suddenly froze.

Ye Qiyin chewed the noodles in her mouth a few times, swallowed them, and said with a smile: "Actually, the sweet noodles are not bad, but they are not used to eating them."

She probably guessed who made this bowl of noodles. She had some doubts at first, but now she should know without asking.

But why did Fu Yuanying personally give her a hand? Is it the chef in Liuyuan who is sick?

But even if he is sick and cannot cook food, he still has so many subordinates and servants, so he can let others do it.

When Ye Qiyin thought of him as he had some possibility of himself, his ear tips became slightly red and hot, and his heart seemed to be stuffed with sour jujubes, sour and sore, and his legs were a little numb and soft.

She seemed to have a little confused about what Fu Yuanying meant.

"Sorry." Fu Yuanying clenched his fist and put it under his nose and coughed gently, explaining, "I put the salt on the chef just now, but I didn't expect to put it wrong."

Is that true?

Ye Qiyin nodded in a vague way, and Zhang Qiang behind him was so anxious that he wanted to open the video recorded on his phone for Ye Qiyin to show Ye Qiyin, so that Ye Qiyin knew that this was made by their young master.

If the chef can intervene, would he make the salt misplaced into sugar?

"Actually, the taste is still very good." Ye Qiyin took another bite and ate the hot noodles into her stomach. She felt much more comfortable. "The taste is very light and acceptable."

Fu Yuanying felt guilty, but she didn't expect that the first time she made noodles for her, everything else was done well, but she just put salt on it and helped her.

Even if she explained herself, she should know who made this bowl of noodles.

I just don't know what she will think, will she be repulsive, or

Fu Yuanying was so upset that he began to be impatient. Fortunately, the girl gave him a lot of face and took another big bite of noodles.

"I'll ask someone to make a new bowl for you? Don't eat this bowl." Fu Yuanying pushed the face in front of him and signaled the servant beside him to come over.

Ye Qiyin shook his head: "I really don't need it. This side is actually quite delicious. If you don't believe it, you can try it again. It tastes very special."

Ye Qiyin didn't want to waste the man's intentions, not to mention that the noodles with sugar were really not that bad, and they tasted a different taste.

Just like someone who couldn't accept sweet and sour pork ribs at the beginning, once they started accepting, they would gradually fall in love with this food.

The noodles cooked by Fu Yuanying also give people this feeling.

Fu Yuanying didn't believe it very much, and Ye Qiyin advised him to take another bite, so he had to pick up the chopsticks and try it again, and the taste was still a bit sweet.

"How is it? I said it's good." Ye Qiyin's face bulged with her eating, which shows that she really likes this bowl of noodles.

Fu Yuanying took another bite with a discomfortable expression. Gradually, the noodles and sweetness were less abrupt. The faint sweetness was slightly integrated into the noodles, and the taste was actually very good?

Fu Yuanying took another bite, and gradually stretched between his eyebrows. Slowly, a bowl of noodles was found.

When he came to his senses, he had eaten up a bowl of noodles.

He looked up at Ye Qiyin. The girl was looking at him, smiling, as if asking him: Is it delicious?

Fu Yuanying wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at the noodles that he had eaten up. Is this considered a shady shadow of willows that were accidentally planted?
Chapter completed!