Or maybe, she was too afraid of hearing the answer, so she didn't want to ask.
She patted his back gently and whispered, "It's okay, am I fine?"
"Why don't you go home so late?"
Yu Keqing made up a reason smoothly and mumbled it vaguely.
The two returned to the villa.
"Haochen, have you had dinner?"
"I'm worried about you, so why bother eating?"
"Okay, I'll get some food."
Cheng Haochen grabbed Yu Keqing who was about to walk into the kitchen, "You seem to be very tired today, I'll get you something to eat."
As if she had heard the most incredible thing in the world, Yu Keqing looked at him with a strange expression she had never seen before. "Are you going to make food?"
Cheng Haochen patted his chest pretending to be confident, "I don't know how to cook, so don't I know how to cook noodles? I've never eaten pork before and I've always seen pigs running away!"
He walked into the kitchen, and after a while, the kitchen looked like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Sometimes it was the sound of a plate breaking, sometimes it was the sound of a pot lid crashing, and sometimes it was the sound of a kitchen knife falling to the ground.
Yu Keqing walked into the kitchen and saw that the dishes were "strewn with corpses" with a look of horror. "Young Master Cheng, I think you'd better be noble and spare these kitchen utensils! I'm afraid that after you finish cooking the noodles, the kitchen will be like a world war."
Completely."
Cheng Haochen grabbed the shovel and waved to her, "Don't worry, I don't believe that this young master can't even make a bowl of noodles!".
…
More than half an hour later, the handsome man Cheng came out holding his "masterpiece" in his hands.
Yu Keqing looked at the two bowls of noodles and almost burst her blood vessels from holding back.
"President Cheng, are you sure this is for people to eat?"
"If you want, you can say it's for pigs!"
"Why do I feel that this is a waste of human life?" Yu Keqing asked sarcastically.
"Is it that bad? Look, aren't the eggs fried golden? Aren't the vegetables green? Although the noodles are a bit overcooked, they are easy to digest!"
"But the eggs seem to have been soaked in oil, and the vegetables seem to be half-cooked. Not to mention the noodles, which are like paste. How can I hold them up?"
Cheng Haochen's face was three points darker than the night outside.
Seeing him like this, Yu Keqing couldn't bear to hit him, so she took a small bite and suddenly looked sad, "You should have sprinkled salt just as freely as sand!"