"Devil, can you please lower your voice? Don't keep talking about killing people!" Long Xue couldn't help scolding him. I have never seen a man who likes to shout so much. Does he have a loud voice?

Hearing this, Bai Yao's face darkened again. Damn it, she called him a devil again!

He is already good enough to her, but she still refuses to change her impression of him?

Hearing Long Xue's name and accusation towards Obsidian, the servants couldn't help but gasp.

"Woman, I'll give you three points of color, but don't open a dyeing room for me!" The sound of gritted teeth meant that Obsidian was very angry.

"Do you want your breakfast?" Rejecting the servant's help, Long Xue walked up to Obsidian with the bowl of noodles, handed the bowl to Obsidian angrily, and asked angrily.

Her father wanted to drink soup, so she came back and made some soup for him. By the way, she used some soup base to cook a bowl of noodles for the devil.

His breakfast?

Obsidian's anger disappeared in an instant, and his dark eyes darkened in an instant. He lowered his eyes and stared at the bowl of noodles in front of him. The noodles were sprinkled with finely chopped green onions and shredded pork. They looked good.

Lifting his eyes and staring at Long Xue's unhappy look, Hei Yao asked, "Cooked for me?"

"You're not blind."

Didn't he just see her busy in the kitchen?

The cold and hard lines on Obsidian's face softened.

The noodles she cooked with her own hands were cooked for him.

"You don't like it, don't you? Forget it, if you don't want to eat it, I'll serve it to that Mongolian doctor. He doesn't seem to be picky about food." Long Xue was slightly disappointed, holding the noodles and wanting to cross the obsidian.

Who knew that a pair of big hands stretched out at lightning speed, and the next moment, the bowl of noodles in her hand disappeared and fell into Obsidian's hand.

"Give it to me, you dare to try it on Ye Feng!" He promised to cut off Ye Feng's mouth!

Also, what does it mean to not look picky about food?

Is Ye Feng not picky about food?

Does it mean he is a picky eater?

This hateful woman really treated her very well, and she immediately raised her tail to the sky.

"Your nutritionist didn't arrange noodles for breakfast, right? Are you sure you can eat it?" Long Xue stared at the domineering devil in front of her. Although the disappointment was gone, there was still uncertainty. She also wanted to make something rich for him.

breakfast, but her specialty is cooking noodles.

Who told her that she and he were not from the same world? His diet and her diet could not be compared.

"I can eat whatever you cook."

Obsidian walked to the restaurant with noodles. Long Xue returned to the kitchen and served him another bowl of soup. When she walked into the restaurant with the soup, she found that Obsidian had already devoured the bowl of noodles, which shocked her.

Endless.

"You...really finished eating?"

Long Xue put the soup down and asked in disbelief.

"good."

Obsidian slapped his mouth and responded.

Long Xue: "..."

"This soup is for me, too." Seeing that there was still soup, Obsidian picked up the bowl of soup and drank it directly without even trying the taste. A mouthful of soup was in his mouth, just like the noodles just now

Delicious, Obsidian's eyebrows couldn't help but feel a touch of satisfaction.

There was indeed no noodles in his breakfast menu, but because she made them for him personally, when he tasted them, he felt they tasted so good that he missed them, especially while eating, he thought

Seeing her pretty figure busy in the kitchen, his heart was filled with ripples.

A tenderness that he had never experienced before rippled in his heart.
Chapter completed!