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Chapter 409 Young Master Yang Cooks (3)

Chapter 409 Young Master Yang Cooks (3)

Lin Zhaoxia's eyes widened, she couldn't even believe it, "You did this?"

Then without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued talking to himself, "You can even cook..."

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows when he heard this sentence.

He smiled again, the curvature of the corners of his lips was very obvious.

But if you spit it out, it's not so beautiful.

"It's better than you only know one kind of instant noodles."

Lin Zhaoxia, "..."

She couldn't refute this.

Comparing the two, you don't need to think about how complicated her heart is.

"It's edible anyway."

Lin Zhaoxia felt that this eldest young master was too shameless.

In any case, she is a sick number at this time, isn't she?

The needle on the back of the hand was just inserted at noon, and the white medical sticker has not been removed yet.

Obviously the fingers are long and slender, flawless white and tender everywhere, but the thing on the back of the hand indicates what happened to the master.

Yang Moyan obviously saw it too.

He thought about it for a while, and at this moment, he was in sync with the thoughts of a certain boy.

The boy is still a sick man, so he shouldn't hit him too hard.

Although sometimes it is really pleasing to see the depression on the boy's monstrous face, but she is a sick number now.

So our Young Master Yang restrained himself a little, but he still had to finish some things.

"Eatable, so you have an entire refrigerator full of instant noodles of all flavors."

Lin Zhaoxia was depressed now.

Those novels, TV dramas, don’t they all write that sick people are always very careful and gentle when they are taken care of?

How did you come to this young master, all of them are not from the same crew?

"You won't realize it," Lin Zhaoxia felt that she still needs to establish her own craftsmanship to prove that she is really not a culinary idiot. "Instant noodles have many textures, so they can make many textures. A young master like you who knows how to cook will never understand the delicious food made by those of us who don't know how to cook."

"Such as instant noodles?"

The curvature of Yang Moyan's lips became more pronounced.

But obviously Lin Zhaoxia didn't notice.

She was still there trying to clean up her cooking skills, with a sinister face that was a little serious, "That's right. And this is a unique skill from Lin Zhaoxia, which can't be found outside. What's more, it's a handsome person like me." something made."

At the end, a certain boy didn't forget to praise himself secretly.

This time Yang Moyan seemed to have a smile in his eyes, but his words were still so angry, "Are you proud that you don't know how to cook?"

Lin Zhaoxia, "..."

This is really a topic terminator, so I didn't run away.

Lin Zhaoxia actually wanted to go back, but found that she was speechless.

After a second of silence, she decisively stretched out her hand.

It was the hand with the medical patch on it.

"I'm a sick patient, can't you be more gentle and considerate?"

This sentence can be said to be quite straightforward.

But the young man who said this didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he still grinned his lips in a very enchanting way, and then shook his outstretched hand, "Besides, be peaceful. It hurts more to fight each other." Feelings."

Yang Moyan didn't understand why the boy stretched out his hand at first.

But when he saw the thing on the back of the boy's hand, everything became clear.

Plus what the boy said.

(End of this chapter)