Chapter 940 It's Not Food for Strengthening the Yang

Chapter 940 is not the food for strengthening the yang

Long Zixiao was having lunch at the dining table when he heard footsteps coming in. Without raising his head, he shouted directly, "Who allowed you to come in and disturb this young master's meal?"

"You don't own this kitchen. Besides, your mother is so skinny, don't you care?"

A sudden sound!

Long Zixiao suddenly looked up and saw Mu Yangliu standing right in front of him. His eyes were filled with unexpected joy. "Who said I didn't care about her? Did you have lunch? Together?"

"I'm here to help your mother cook noodles."

It was rare for him to be so kind and invite her to lunch. Mu Yangliu was really flattered.

When Long Zixiao heard that she was going to cook, he said, "Can you make me a bowl?"

"You wish."

"...

"You still have food in your bowl. Don't waste it."

They were all rare seafood. It would be a pity if they were wasted.

When Long Zixiao heard her say that, he immediately threw a few plates of delicious food on the table into the trash can. "Not anymore."

"..." Mu Yangliu was stunned." Are all rich young masters such a waste?

If he was right, the plates he dumped into the trash can were seafood flown in from australia, and the price was frighteningly high.

"That's nothing compared to your face."

Mu Yangliu walked straight into the kitchen. "It's rare for you to think so highly of me!"

Long Zixiao was no longer in the mood for dinner, so he followed her into the kitchen and leaned against the door to watch her busy. He took the initiative to find a topic and said, "I heard that you are proficient in all kinds of chess, calligraphy and painting. Shall we have a competition later?"

"Not interested."

"Why?"

This was the first time a woman had rejected him!

"I don't want people to say that I bully the weak."

"You..."

Mu Yangliu was busy in front of the stove. "Go away, don't disturb my cooking."

Long Zixiao saw her open the fridge and take out the ingredients. For some reason, he was in a good mood just watching her busy.

Mu Yangliu told him to shut up, and he really stood there quietly watching her cook noodles. She was not used to being so obedient.

The air quieted down, and Mu Yangliu's slender figure was busy in front of the stove. The smell of the pot wafted out, tempting someone's stomach to scream.

The noodles were cooked quickly.

Seeing Mu Yangliu serving the noodles, Long Zixiao hurried over. "There's a little more in the pot for me?"

"That's all that's left. You want more?"

This is too unlike his young master's style!

Long Zixiao had already picked up the chopsticks and poured the rest of the soup into the bowl.

Mu Yangliu didn't say anything. It was rare for him to value food so much, so he left it to him.

As he ate, long zixiao asked, "How do you make your noodles?"

Although his bowl of noodles was not as sumptuous as his mother's, it was absolutely satisfying. While Mu Yangliu was away, he had asked the chef to monitor her cooking in the kitchen to learn how to cook noodles, but each time she cooked it, the taste was always different from hers, and it didn't taste as good as what she made herself.

Seeing that mu Yangliu did not speak, he asked, "What exactly happened to your face?"

It smells really good!

"Anyway, it's not for nourishing yang. Master long should be more restrained, or else the immortal medicine won't save you!" Mu Yangliu picked up his face and prepared to leave.

"You still speak so harshly."

"Who told you to be boring?"

"Do you know how popular this young master is outside?"

"What's popular is your wallet, the label on your body, not you!"

"..." Long Zixiao was speechless, unable to answer a single word. When he saw her leave the kitchen, he suddenly said," hello.

This was the first time he had called her by her name, "Yangliu."

"What are you doing?"

"What happened that day..." Long zixiao thought for a moment. Forget it. He couldn't say anything. "Nothing."

Mu Yangliu seemed to know what he was going to say. "I forgot."

Long Zixiao was stunned and suddenly moved by this woman's wit. For some reason, when he heard her say this, he was in an inexplicably happy mood and did not forget to wink at the maids outside the door.

Several maids rushed forward -

"Yangsheji Teacher, can I carry it for you?"

"The noodles you cooked for madam smell so good. Can you make a bowl for us?"

"We really want to try your cooking skills, so that the lady who is used to eating delicacies can not stop praising it. This noodles must be very delicious!"

"Madam hasn't had much appetite these days, and we haven't eaten much either."

"Yes, we only had one meal today to take care of madam."

"Yangsheji Teacher, we know this request is too much, but we really want to have a taste. Can you help us out..."

"I'll make the noodles for you when I bring them up." I didn't expect Mu Yangliu to readily agree.

The maids were overjoyed -

"Really? Thank you, Yangsheji Teacher. You're such a good person!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Yangsheji Teacher, you're so good!"

...

Mu Yangliu brought the noodles into the madam's room, and the fragrance immediately attracted the servants around him. Some of them swallowed their saliva and stared straight at the bowl of noodles.

Mrs. Long ate a few mouthfuls and sighed, "It's still the taste in my memory. Yangliu, the noodles you made are really delicious. This is the best noodles I've ever had."

"Thank you, madam. Is one bowl enough? Shall I make you another bowl?"

The noodles must be cooked on the spot.

"No need." Mrs. Long finished the noodles with satisfaction, not even a drop of soup left. After putting down the bowl, he said, "Stay. Even if you don't want to design my underwear for me, at least come to see me as often as a friend and talk to me... That's enough for me."

"Madam... This has nothing to do with you." Mu Yangliu wanted to say that she couldn't stand Long Zixiao's personality before she resigned, but tonight, she realized that he wasn't difficult to get along with. "I was too reckless before. I was only concerned about my feelings. I apologize to you here. Next, I'll go out and design your underwear for you."

"Really?"

Mrs. Long asked the maid next to him in disbelief. "I heard right. What did she say?"

The maid raised her voice and said loudly, "Yangsheji Teacher will continue to design your underwear for you. Now you can sleep at ease."

"Yangliu, it's great that you've changed your mind. I'm very happy. I really like your work." When Mrs. Long said this, he felt that the time was right. He smiled and asked, "How are you thinking about becoming the group's chief designer?"

"This..." Mu Yangliu felt the need to be honest. "I'm sorry, madam, but I'm not up to it at the moment. I'm afraid I can't do both."

"It doesn't matter. I'm satisfied that you're willing to visit twice a week as before." Mrs. Long said, holding her hand. "Stay with me a little longer? I still have a lot to tell you."