Chapter 1497: 730 Group Pet (First Update)_2
Gu Chengfeng was stunned for a mont before he lifted his head and looked straight at his eldest brother’s serious face.
It turned out that his big brother had indeed recognized him, and was not hitting him but testing his martial arts; his big brother had always kept his martial skills in mind.
He had misunderstood his big brother!
“Big brother!”
Gu Changqing spoke sternly, “From now on, practice martial arts half an hour earlier every morning.”
“Yes! Big brother!”
Gu Changqing turned away, letting out a sigh of relief.
…
Gu Jiao woke up as twilight was setting in, feeling extrely well-rested; she felt completely revitalized.
She sat up and stretched, then she noticed three things.
First, Gu Changqing was here.
Second, the room was filled with the rich aroma of noodles.
Third—
Gu Jiao looked oddly at Gu Chengfeng sitting beside Gu Changqing, “Eh? Why have you turned into a pig’s head?”
Gu Chengfeng pointed with a shake of his hand, “That one is the pig’s head! Not !”
Following the direction of Gu Chengfeng’s pointing finger, Gu Jiao saw a man tied up and unconscious on the ground by the wall.
From the degree of his swollen and bruised face, he indeed outdid Gu Chengfeng.
This was because Wang Xu had shouted louder, and Gu Changqing had struck harder.
“Who is he?” Gu Jiao asked.
“Wang Xu,” Xiao Hen said.
“Eat the noodles first, I’ll tell you slowly,” Gu Changqing said to Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao responded with an “Oh,” got up, and sat down beside Gu Changqing.
Using noodles to entice his sister to sit next to him was quite a sly move.
Gu Jiao looked at Gu Changqing next to her, and then at Xiao Hen and Gu Chengfeng across from her, “You’re all here, what about Jingkong?”
At this ti, Jingkong should have finished school.
Xiao Hen said, “He’s been picked up already and went to the garden to play with the Little Princesses.”
The original plan was for Gu Chengfeng to pick him up and then take him to stay in Yangliu Lane for a few days. With Southern Mistress and Master Lu to look after him, it was hoped nothing would go wrong.
However, since Gu Chengfeng had been turned into a little pig-headed boy by a blow to the head, Xiao Hen had no choice but to change the plan, taking the Little Princesses to fetch their little playmate.
“Eat while it’s hot,” Gu Changqing said, “or the noodles will stick together soon.”
Gu Jiao looked at the steaming bowl of noodles and didn’t ask whether they were real noodles or noodle sheets, simply comnting, “This is perfect, waking up to sothing to eat.”
Gu Chengfeng and Xiao Hen both let out a heavy burp in unison.
Yes, you really are lucky.
We and several disciples from the National Master Hall in the kitchen are almost bursting.
To improve his culinary skills, Gu Changqing rolled out wave after wave of dough and cooked bowl after bowl of noodles; this bowl was just freshly made.
Luckily, Gu Changqing’s cooking was still slightly better than Xiao Liulang’s—aside from being visually unappealing, the taste wasn’t quite “dark cuisine.”
Gu Jiao hadn’t eaten anything since noon, had gone to sleep imdiately after her surgery, and was truly hungry now.
Gu Jiao said, “The noodles are quite chewy.”
Gu Changqing: …I made Yangchun noodles, actual noodles.
It was when Gu Changqing was keeping watch by Gu Jiao that he heard her talk in her sleep about Yangchun noodles, and since the chefs of the National Master Hall couldn’t produce the authentic Yangchun noodles of Zhan Country, he decided to cook for his sister himself.
As Gu Jiao enjoyed her noodles, Gu Chengfeng recounted the incident of Old Master Han seeing Wang Xu to her once more, “…Anyway, that’s the gist of it, Wang Xu is currently the only person who can recognize the Imperial Grandson, other than the forr Princess.”
Gu Jiao slurped up a strand of noodles, “Hmm, I see.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Wang Xu awoke.
The mont he opened his eyes and realized he was bound, he looked around the room baffled and completely unaware of what had happened.
Just a mont ago there was only the Imperial Grandson, and now… the place was filled with people?
His gaze shifted back and forth between Xiao Hen and Gu Changqing, finally realizing that the man who had been rolling out dough was not the “Imperial Grandson” but the man right before him.
He thought to himself, when did the Imperial Grandson get such broad shoulders?
“Who are you?” he asked warily.
Gu Jiao, holding her noodles, squatted in front of him and said while slurping, “So, you’re the unlucky guy?”
Wang Xu: “…”
Xiao Hen looked at Gu Jiao’s small silhouette squatting and slurping her noodles and wondered, why did he find this little pose sowhat familiar?
He glanced at the sleeping Shangguan Yan, and his mouth twitched.
Can we learn so good habits, please?
“I’m talking to you,” Gu Jiao said.
Gurgle~
Wang Xu’s stomach growled.
Wang Xu turned his face away, trying his best not to sll the fragrance of the scallion Yangchun noodles.
But does ignoring the sll really make it disappear?
The sound of Gu Jiao slurping the noodles was enough to make anyone’s mouth water!
Gu Jiao preemptively threw an accusation, “Disguising yourself as a disciple of the National Master Hall, were you trying to assassinate the Imperial Grandson?”
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