Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 1292: 1214: Don't Like It?

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1214: Don’t Like It?

Just by slling this aroma, everyone was already dazed and dreamy, no one minded whether they got three slices or five slices of at.

At this mont, everyone kept nodding, even Chen Yuan was swallowing his saliva non-stop. While waiting for Qiaoqiao to scoop the rice noodles, he didn’t dare to speak at all.

The driver on the side honestly lined up at the end, his mouth watering but didn’t dare to squeeze forward. He thought, getting to eat this al today would be enough to boast about for three to five years!

Just sll this aroma!

All Yun City people are gourts, they gather wherever the food is good!

But he has traveled far and wide, when has he ever encountered such cuisine—it’s a special supply, right?

This must be the legendary internal supply?!

Oh my god! No wonder so many people take the civil service exam, once you get in, you can really eat this well!

He held the bowl, tiptoeing, his expression eager as if begging for food.

…

Got to say, although Qiaoqiao is young, when it cos to attracting people, he naturally finds the most suitable way!

On a cold winter morning, with everyone rushing back and forth, tired, stressed, possibly not adjusted to the water and soil, maybe even having a poor appetite.

He brought out this bowl of rice noodles, whether it’s spicy and fragrant, or sour soup rice noodles, made from top-quality rice ground at ho, paired with equally good ingredients, and the insanely fragrant fried egg and at slices…

Chen Yuan ca to his senses, the bowl of rice noodles was already scooped clean, chopsticks scooping in the soup, scooping, only when there were just a few scallions left did he realize—

This is the first al at the boss’s house.

The first al eaten like such a glutton, he didn’t dare imagine how others viewed him?

Looking around at his colleagues, goodness, each holding a bowl, appearing a bit bewildered.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth and decided to put down his chopsticks—

“There are still buns here, don’t you want to have a couple? Radish with Pork Lard Residue filling, it’s really fragrant!” Qiaoqiao leaned over, curiously watching everyone.

He was genuinely curious, after all, no one who’s co to eat at his house has only had just one bowl per al.

However, his ordinary question made Chen Yuan struggle painfully.

It’s just buns, having a couple more isn’t impossible. But he just quickly slurped down that big bowl of rice noodles, if he kept eating excessively, wouldn’t he seem like a glutton?

Wouldn’t this bring sha to Xiaodu and the others?

Looking around, everyone holding empty bowls, their speed honed over years to be uniform, all showing similar struggling expressions.

His inner scales swayed with difficulty.

And Qiaoqiao asked again: “Not having porridge? Fragrant, steaming rice porridge, really sweet and warm.”

While speaking, Qiaoqiao stirred the thick white porridge in the pot with a big spoon.

Chen Yuan:…

The scales in his heart finally thudded down on one side. He gritted his teeth: “Then I’ll have a bit more.”

Qiaoqiao then smiled: “Alright! I made all of these myself, I thought you all only had one bowl, thinking you didn’t like it.”

Don’t like it?!!

No, no, no, impossible! Chen Yuan shook his head while extending his bowl to the side of the pot, scooping another batch of rice noodles.

The soup of these rice noodles really whetted the appetite!

Just a little more!

Wu Lan also looked over, worried that the young people felt too embarrassed to eat enough, so quickly urged:

“Eat, everyone eat! Eat more! This al you must eat to your fill!”

“Alright, alright! Definitely eat to the fill!” said the driver nearby.

He saw these young guys, each silent (as they felt embarrassed to speak because they ate too quickly and too much), and responded eagerly.

Still holding a bowl of rice noodle soup and slurping it down, while grabbing a big bun with the other hand, eating till oil ran down his mouth.

God bless! When has he ever enjoyed such fortune in his life.

Delicious, truly too delicious?

Just a low-key village, and such a low-key household, if he hadn’t coincidentally taken this job, he might never know this was how good things tasted!

No wonder the wealthy spend millions on a al, must be this taste!

Must be!

If he were rich, he would eat too, boohoohoo!

In a short al, the driver’s thoughts spanned from politics to business, leaving a lasting impression.

Once the al was over, watching him reluctantly driving away, Chen Yuan imdiately stood up: “Let’s help clean up the kitchen.”

“No need, no need!” Wu Lan waved her hand repeatedly:

“This isn’t your job! You just arrived, must be tired. Rest a bit, okay?”