Male God Please Lie Down

Ye Wuchen rolled up the things next to him, and gathered them aside.

Looking at the noodles on the black tray, it exudes a strong aroma.

The noodles are as thin as silver wire, fungus, bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, faintly on top of the noodles.

He took a sip of the soup with a spoon, it was delicious.

I picked up the noodles with chopsticks. Under the light of Ye Mingzhu, I felt that the noodles were all transparent.

After taking a bite of noodles, his eyes showed the crystal hooves in the fine white porcelain plate on one side.

This crystal hoof, cut into thin slices, the bottom is transparent, the flesh on the top is carmine red, and the top is covered with hair-like ginger.

Ye Wuchen saw this, looked good, and ate with chopsticks. The saltyness was always between the fresh meat and the ham. This umami taste was very good.

"Take your hair dry! Otherwise you will catch a cold!"

When Ye Wuchen was eating, he suddenly said something like this.

"Yes!"

Yin Qingming felt...If he hadn't come here suddenly, she wouldn't have kept her hair dry until now.

Fortunately, the kitchen is very warm, and it is even warmer here.

Yin Qingming stepped aside, took off the cloth wrapped around his head, and twisted his hair one after another.

While wringing it dry, I feel that this ancient time is not as convenient as the modern one, and the hair is long...and there is no hair dryer.

While spitting, fortunately the cloth absorbs enough water and the hair is slightly damp.

With long hair draped behind him, Yin Qingming stood there quietly holding the cloth in his hands.

Ye Wuchen was eating the delicious noodles, and from the corner of his eyes, he accidentally saw Yin Qingming standing there silently.

He was accustomed to seeing beauties, and suddenly felt that the little cook in front of him had the beauty of a peerless beauty.

With a smile on his mouth, he lowered his head and ate up the noodles again.

"Come on!"

Ye Wuchen said lowly, and read the book attached to one side.

Yin Qingming walked to his side, picked up the tray, and walked outside.

With long hair draped behind him, the steps are also very small.

Ye Wuchen raised his head slightly, and suddenly he felt a sense of calmness in the years.

With a smile on the corners of his lips, he lowered his head to read.

With a kind of doubt, Yin Qingming sent the contents in his hand to the kitchen, and returned to his yard to rest, not to mention it for the time being.

The next day, I got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Zelan happened to be there while cooking.

"Zelan, don't you have to wait by your Highness at night?"

Yin Qingming asked suspiciously.

"Need, protect Your Highness's safety!"

Zelan said.

"Then where are you?"

Yin Qingming swears that he really didn't see anyone yesterday.

"On the tree!"

Zelan didn't even think about it, and said righteously.

"Uh……"

Yin Qingming stopped talking and continued to cook breakfast.

Breakfast is prepared, mixed-colored steamed buns, two-sided yellow fried noodles with shrimp topping and a dried shredded ham.

Another meticulously boiled shredded chicken and mushroom porridge. The porridge became white and rotten, and the shredded chicken and mushrooms were rolled in the white porridge, and the aroma was overflowing.

After Zelan had sent it to Ye Wuchen, he also ate some, and then began to prepare some supplements.

At noon, when Yin Qingming had prepared lunch, he finally saw three young women who came to the kitchen together.

"You are?"