Chapter 927 A Stingy Woman

Chapter 927 petty woman

"Noodles made by Yangsheji Teacher."

"She came to our house to be a chef?"

Long Zixiao walked into the kitchen and saw Mu Yangliu cleaning up the oil stains around the stove. There was a bowl of noodles on the table outside. Long Zixiao picked it up and tasted it. He didn't expect it to taste good.

"Where's my noodles?" After Mu Yangliu finished packing, he came out and found that the noodles on the table were missing. There happened to be a person outside who was holding a bowl and sucking on the last mouthful of noodles. When he looked closely, wasn't that Long Zixiao?!

"Long Zixiao, who allowed you to touch my face?"

"Not bad. You've been accepted." He stuffed the bowl into her hand and there was no soup left.

Mu Yangliu was stunned. "Admission? What are you taking in?"

"Don't you want to change careers as a chef? How about continuing to cook noodles for this young master tonight at the same salary as other chefs?" Long Zixiao spoke in a patronizing tone.

Mu Yangliu rolled his eyes at him. "Who wants to be a chef? This is not for you! Why did you finish the noodles without my permission? This is for madam!"

"What's the big deal? How much does my mom give you, and I'll pay double?" He slowly took out his wallet.

Mu Yangliu knocked his wallet to the ground with one hand. "Who cares about your money?"

"Is one hundred thousand enough?" I didn't expect Long Zixiao to stoop down and pick it up. He had no temper at all.

Mu Yangliu was so angry that he thought everyone wanted his filthy money. Is her family no worse than his? It's a lot of money!

"Why do you hate me so much? Isn't it just a bowl of noodles?" Long Zixiao didn't realize what he had done wrong.

Mu Yangliu turned into the kitchen and stopped talking to him. It was a waste of time to reason with such a person. She quickly made the noodles and sent them to her wife. I heard that she had not eaten since the day before yesterday!

"Make me another bowl?" At this moment, Long Zixiao walked over to her and glanced rashly at her pot.

"Get out of here." Mu Yangliu pushed the guy out of the way.

"What ingredients did you add to this noodles? I'll let the chef learn from you? There's a tuition fee..." Long zixiao was just about to take out the money when he remembered how she had knocked out her wallet and put it back. "You can teach for free if you want."

"You wish! I might as well dump it for someone like you!"

"You..." Long Zixiao didn't expect this woman to be so ungrateful. Would you like to pay? Is there something wrong with your brain?

Just then, a maid came in quickly, gave him a salute, and then walked to Mu Yangliu's side. "Yangsheji Teacher, madam smelled your face and asked me when to serve it. Are you ready?"

"If the rats hadn't eaten it, I would have brought it up now." Mu Yangliu continued to work in front of the stove.

Long Zixiao did not expect him to be the image of a mouse in her heart, and immediately became angry.

Mu Yangliu finished the noodles quickly. When he passed him, the smell made his stomach churn and he wanted to have a few more bowls.

"Madam, this is my noodle. Would you like to try it?" Mu Yangliu brought it to her personally.

Mrs. Long sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow, her eyes glistening with tears as soon as she smelled her face. "This smell reminds me of my dead husband, who also made noodles for me. It smells just like this. It smells good."

"Really? Then why don't you try something different?" Mu Yangliu brought it to her. "Be careful, it's hot."

Mrs. Long took a bite and burst into tears. "Yummy, yummy. How did you make this noodles?"

Although it was different from her husband's, mu Yangliu's bowl was obviously much better.

"My mother taught me this. An old chef with a story taught her this before." Mu Yangliu didn't dare say that her mother and the chef were still alive, or Mrs. Long would have sent someone to invite them all.

"It smells really good. I haven't eaten anything so delicious in a long time." Mrs. Long was crying, sad and happy. After eating a bowl of noodles, she looked at mu Yangliu expectantly. "Anything else?"

"Yes, I'll make it for you." Mu Yangliu didn't expect her to be able to eat and took the bowl.

All the servants were dumbfounded. They knew that the whole villa had no choice but to take madam's three meals a day. Mu Yangliu bought madam's stomach with a bowl of noodles? This is incredible!

While Mu Yangliu was busy in front of the stove, Long Zixiao's figure appeared again. This was the third time he had put down his face for a bowl of noodles. "That... Help me make a bowl too?"

"Go away, don't get in the way here." Mu Yangliu pushed him away again.

Long Zixiao could only emphasize, "I'm rich, and I won't take advantage of you. Besides, these ingredients are from our own family. What's wrong with you making me a bowl?"

"You don't know how to do it yourself if you have ingredients?"

"I've never cooked... What do you have to do to help me?"

"I would rather pour it than make it for you! Don't you have a chef? Tell your chef to cook it himself, or is it that your chef can't make a bowl of noodles?"

"..." Long Zixiao was speechless at her words, and the noodles cooked by the chef at home did not smell as good as hers

Mu Yangliu said as he put down the noodles, "Do you know why I didn't cook it for you? Because every time I see you, I'm not in a good mood. I'm blindly arrogant! I hate young masters like you who are so self-righteous. What else do you do every day except for clothes and food?"

"What are you talking about? I think you're tired of living again and again!"

How dare you say that about him! Besides, he's not a idle young master, okay? The group was under his leadership. Didn't she have eyes? I can't see his ability!

Mu Yangliu slowly cooked the noodles. "I'm really tired of living. I haven't seen you kill me so many times."

"You..."

If any other woman dared to talk to him like that, she would definitely learn his slap and punishment. But strangely enough, every time Mu Yangliu contradicted him, he was furious, but he didn't have the urge to kill her.

Seeing her busy back in front of the stove, Long Zixiao couldn't help but think that it must be very comfortable to carry such a slender figure.

With this thought in mind, he was shocked by his own idea, and turned around to leave, not daring to stay any longer.

Mu Yangliu was relieved to find that he had left and continued to cook the noodles in the pot. It seemed that this young master was not as difficult to deal with as he thought.

When a bowl of noodles was served, everyone's appetite was aroused by her. Even Long Zixiao, who was sulking on the sofa, wanted to have a few mouthfuls. When mu Yangliu went upstairs, he sneaked into the kitchen and found that there was no noodles in the pot!

Is this stingy woman really not going to leave him a bowl?