It wasn’t long before Leng Xuan had cooked a large bowl of noodles and brought it to the dining table in the living room. He took a sip of the soup and then muttered to himself, "Let it cool down a bit, brushing my teeth should take just enough ti for the flavors to ld properly." Then he went back to his room’s bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Wow, it slls so good!" Ling Xuejiu, dressed in a beige dress and with her blonde curls slightly disheveled, ca downstairs at so point. Dark circles frad her eyes, clearly indicating she hadn’t slept well the night before.
Sniffing the air a few tis, Ling Xuejiu said, "Hmm, it slls like egg noodles. Xiao Jie is quite industrious today... I was wondering why she wasn’t in her room this early in the morning. So, she got up to make noodles, hehe!"
She used to eat bread and milk every day and had long since grown tired of it. She often chided herself, thinking how much better it would have been if she hadn’t let Xiao Yun go. Xiao Yun’s homade breakfast was so delicious.
However, the thought of Xiao Yun constantly bowing her head in her presence and barely daring to speak irritated her. Was she really that frightening, like so sort of tigress?
Pouting, Ling Xuejiu thought to herself, ’Anyway, she’s gone now, what’s the use in thinking so much about it? Hmm, I might as well try Xiao Jie’s egg noodles. This girl is full of surprises; I never saw her cook before...’
In truth, Ling Xuejiu was quite kind-hearted; it was just that the pride of a young lady had developed into a tough exterior masking a soft interior. Although Xiao Yun moved out after being scolded by her, it wasn’t intentional. In her heart, she wanted to ask Xiao Yun to stay, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out of pride. Later, when Xiao Yun offered to bring her breakfast, she refused, knowing Xiao Yun had to study, and if Xiao Yun was to bring breakfast as well, she wouldn’t have much ti to sleep. Of course, the excuse she gave out loud was far from this—’I don’t like the breakfast you make at all, don’t bother bringing it anymore, just bringing lunch and dinner is enough.’
After sitting down at the dining table, Ling Xuejiu first took a long sniff of the inviting aroma of the noodles before picking up the chopsticks to eat.
"Oh, the ingredients are simple, but the flavor is really not bad at all!" After taking a few bites, Ling Xuejiu couldn’t help but praise the food, then complained, "How could you, you little minx, hide such good cooking skills from , hm? Are you afraid I’d force you to cook? This infuriates ! From now on, you’re sleeping over at my place, and I’ll make you cook every day, or else I’ll spread the word at school about that ’L’ photo with that guy surnad Leng from last night! Hehe..." Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but laugh maliciously.
Suddenly, Leng Xuan ca out after freshening up to see the young lady eating noodles, looking quite surprised.
Hearing the footsteps, Ling Xuejiu couldn’t help but look back and saw Leng Xuan, imdiately her face darkened as she snorted, "What are you looking at? These are Xiao Jie’s noodles, not for you. If you want so, go cook your own!"
"Eh? Xiao Jie cooked this?" Leng Xuan was confused and said, "Then where did the bowl of noodles I put on the table go?"
"You put it there?" Ling Xuejiu was startled, then suddenly thought of sothing and to herself, ’Could it be that the noodles I’m eating were cooked by him?’ At the thought, she couldn’t help but shudder, but still retorted stubbornly, "How would I know? Maybe so cat or dog ate it!" The latter part was spoken without thinking, but as soon as it ca out, Ling Xuejiu regretted it. If this bowl was indeed made by Leng Xuan, didn’t she just inadvertently insult herself? With this thought, she couldn’t help glaring resentfully at Leng Xuan.
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