Takeshi Nanahara was already sitting at the small square table and started eating noodles. Qingjian Liuli sat down opposite him with a straight face. Without saying anything, he lowered his head to eat the noodles. After a taste, he found that a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles was also very fragrant.

, the noodles have no sourness, the noodle flavor is very pure, the soup is moderately salty, and has a fat and umami flavor. You can enjoy it by taking a sip of the noodles and then taking a sip of the soup.

Damn it, it still tastes good!

Qingjian Liuli ate too much at noon and was not really hungry now, but she still finished the bowl of noodles in the blink of an eye. She touched her belly and felt a little comfortable.

Takeshi Nanahara slowly finished his Yangchun noodles, slowly pushed the bowl and chopsticks towards her, and motioned for her to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.

Qing Jian Liuli refused and pretended not to see it with an expressionless face, planning to go on strike, but Takeshi Nanahara didn't mind either, twirling his fingers and indicating that if she didn't work, her salary would be deducted, and they would calculate the general ledger together in the future, and then went to shake his Anle

chair.

Qingjian Liuli stared at the bowl for a while, thinking that she still had to work, so she took it to wash the dishes. Halfway through the washing, she slammed the loofah pulp used for washing the dishes, and she was so angry that her head started to smoke.

Bastard, you took care of that bitch for so long, only to give him a bath, and ended up with a bowl of noodles?

What kind of cheap labor force are you?
Chapter completed!