"Do you still want to go out and talk to Feng Zheyu? To avoid me, huh?"
Lu Xiaoyou ignored his words, just watching the man eat noodles.
"Is it good?" she asked.
"Terrible," the man said mercilessly.
In Lu Xiaoyou's eyes, light flowed like clear springs, "This is my first time cooking noodles. I've never even cooked for myself."
The man gritted his teeth, "So you're using me as a guinea pig?" Saying that, he added:
"In your eyes, I'm not even as good as a guinea pig. Would you serve this kind of thing to the Sky-Annihilating Emperor?"
Lu Xiaoyou sat on the chair, supporting her chin with one hand.
She lightly poked Long Xiliang's right cheek with a finger, while he complained but continued eating his noodles.
"I'd never cook for Miemie!"
"You don't need to cook for me in the future either."
The man was genuinely disdainful, he had already finished all the noodles in the bowl, picked up the bowl with one hand, and drank down the soup.
