Chapter 318 Boiled Noodles

Chapter 318 cooking noodles

Mu Zicong regretted helping dora choose a dress that was extremely difficult to handle. If she had known, she would have chosen a light dress, which would have been much easier to handle!

"Let go of me." Duo La was filled with shame and anger.

In the dark space, Mu Zicong's red eyes were so scary that Duo La struggled to get up.

"Don't try to escape tonight." Mu Zicong hugged Duo La and gently rubbed her wavy hair. He seemed to love Duo La's hair.

"... Mu zicong's handsome face was full of strength. Duo La knew that he couldn't escape tonight. He endured it for a long time before muttering," the ribbon on his back" ...

She was wearing a dress with ribbons all over her back, so mu zicong couldn't find the zipper.

Duo La's voice was as small as a mosquito, but even so, Mu Zicong heard him.

"Damn it!" Why didn't he think of those eyesore ribbons?

Mu zicong put his big palm around Duo La's back and took off the ribbon on Duo La's back three or two times. Mu Zicong's hot body came up, wrapped around her body, pestering her all night, as if nothing was enough. Duo La was carried from the bathroom to the big bed by Mu Zicong, fighting endlessly until it was light before he let Duo La go...

The next day.

Duo La didn't get up until very late. Moreover, when she got up, Mu Zicong was no longer on the other side of the bed. There was only a pit left on the bed, which proved that mu zicong slept beside him last night...

Thinking of last night, dora still felt her heart beating, so without thinking, she pulled up the sheets and wrapped herself up, and wanted to freshen up and go home.

However, Duo La found that last night's dress was ruined by mu zicong, so he couldn't wear it anymore. Besides, Mu Zicong didn't see any women's clothes here!

"What should I do? How should I get out of this villa?" Hiding in the bathroom, Duo La was anxious. How could she go home without clothes?

"Looks like we still have to find Mu Zicong." Duo La took a white shirt from Mu Zicong and put it on, then went downstairs in slippers to look for Mu Zicong. Duo La thought that Mu Zicong must be working downstairs, or reading the newspaper. When she was locked up here in the past, she could see Mu Zicong working downstairs with a notebook almost every morning.

Thinking about it, Duo La walked downstairs in his slippers.

However, as soon as he got downstairs, he heard a clatter.

Duo La thought it might be Mu Zicong who made the noise, so he quickly walked downstairs.

"What happened?" Curious, Duo La walked downstairs in a few steps.

As soon as he got down, Duo La saw several men dressed in white making food, as if they were making breakfast.

Seeing this, Duo La was stunned.

It was such a shame to come out dressed so sloppily.

However, there was no point in her returning upstairs at the moment. She had no clothes to go home without Mu Zicong.

Thinking about it, Duo La hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask the chefs that Mu Zicong had invited. "Excuse me, have you seen young master Mu?"

"Young master Mu is reading the newspaper over there." As soon as Duo La spoke, the male chefs looked at Duo La in a white shirt. They had never seen such a beautiful woman before. She had a charming big wavy head and was tall and slender. She was not fat or thin. She was even more eye-catching. She was also Duo La's long, slender legs that could kick people. At this moment, Duo La was wearing a white shirt, and the legs that had been practicing taekwondo all year round almost appeared in front of people's eyes.

As Duo La walked past them, the male chefs stopped their work and stared at Duo La...

"Young master Mu." Through the hall, Duo La finally found Mu Zicong. He was reading the newspaper.

"Why did you come down?" Mu Zicong did not look up at dora and remained focused on the newspaper in his hand.

"I don't have any clothes to go home." Duo La was embarrassed. Last night, he tore her clothes off. How did he want her to go home?

Thinking of the scenes from last night, dora's cheeks were still burning.

Mu Zicong looked up at Duo La and realized that Duo La was wearing his white shirt and his long legs were exposed!

Seeing this, mu zicong swallowed his saliva.

The woman in front of him was wearing too little!

"Why didn't you call me?" Seeing Duo La like this, mu zicong frowned. There was a chef in the living room, and all of them were men!

What's more, they were all staring at Duo La!

"I thought you were downstairs. There was no need to call you, so I came down to look for you myself." Duo La explained.

"Get dressed first." Mu Zicong's face was gloomy, and he glanced at the chef who was making breakfast for himself in the living room. When he received Mu Zicong's gaze, the chef immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look at dora again. "Put on my suit."

Fortunately, his white shirt was big enough to cover the tall Duo La, but Mu Zicong still felt that dora was wearing too thin, so Mu Zicong quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around Duo La, not wanting Duo La to be seen by the chefs.

"I'm already wearing one." It wasn't that she wasn't naked inside, and there was a big white shirt, more conservative than pajamas.

"The one inside can't be counted. It's too short." It could not be any shorter. It was not pleasing to the eye at all. The point was that it was too revealing. He didn't want the woman in front of him to be seen by other men.

"... The weather was so hot and Mu Zicong's suit jacket was still wrapped around her. Duo La was not happy for a while.

"Okay, stop pulling. I'll get you some clothes later, but they won't be delivered until after breakfast." Duo La had no clothes to change. Mu zicong picked up the phone and asked the maid to make a set of clothes to Duo La's size.

He had never left any other women here, so naturally, there would not be any women's clothes. If necessary, he could only buy new ones to send Duo La away.

"Thank you." Duo La clenched his lips and was so embarrassed that he wanted to burrow into the ground.

Mu Zicong ignored Duo La and turned to the chefs who were still preparing breakfast in the living room, ordering, "You go back."

"Young master Mu, we haven't finished breakfast yet." Mu Zicong suddenly dismissed them and the chefs panicked, thinking that Mu Zicong was angry.

"The rest, she will take care of it. There's nothing for you to do. Get paid and go back and have a good rest." The chefs all looked at Duo La, and Mu Zicong felt uncomfortable for a while, so he especially wanted to chase them away.

Even without breakfast, he didn't want them to stay on his turf.

"Yes, young master Mu." Mu Zicong's face was clearly unhappy, so the chefs had to leave in order to avoid provoking the god of wealth in front of them.

The male chefs finally left. Dora walked to the living room and asked, "Did you just say to give these to me?"

"Of course, it was for you that I chased away the chef who made breakfast for me, so the rest is up to you." Mu Zicong raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"But I don't know how to make noodles." Seeing the noodles on the table, Duo La was in a dilemma.

What kind of chores could she do? Besides, the noodles in front of her were handmade. She could do them.

"I saw that you could eat last night. How come when you did it yourself, you didn't know anything?" Mu zicong's words were full of sarcasm.

"... Can eating be compared to doing it yourself?

It's much harder to do it yourself.

"I really can't. Why don't you make it for me? You ate a lot last night." Duo La snorted and provoked Mu Zicong.

"Well, I'll show you my skills. If I make two bowls of noodles, you can stay here and wash my bowls for a month." Mu Zicong refused to admit defeat.

"Just gamble. It's just a bowl for a month." Mu zicong didn't even know what egg fried rice was. Duo La didn't believe he could make two bowls of noodles!

Duo La was convinced that Mu Zicong was going to lose!

"We'll see." With Duo La on his shoulder, Mu Zicong rolled up his sleeves and went to the place where the chef had just made noodles, intending to bring their handmade noodles to the kitchen to cook.

Cooking noodles is so simple. Mu zicong has seen the nanny and others cooking noodles on tv. He wants to be so smart, or a big boss, but he can't cook two bowls of noodles?

In order for Wanyan Duola to wash his bowl for a month, Mu Zicong decided to go all out.

So he took two balls of noodles and went into the kitchen to start his breakfast plan.

However, not long after mu zicong entered the kitchen, there was a clanking sound. When Mu Zicong opened the lid, his hand slipped and the lid fell off the floor!

"Mu Zicong didn't smash the kitchen, did he?" There was so much noise in the kitchen that Duo La was curious and couldn't help but walk to the kitchen to take a look.

However, as soon as he reached the door, Duo La saw the lid of the pot spinning on the ground. Mu zicong was surrounding the stove and didn't know how to fire!

Seeing this scene, Duo La was especially speechless. Mu Zicong was confident just now. Now you know how difficult it is to cook noodles!

"Let me do it." Duo La went up to pick up the lid of the pot, took it to the tap and washed it. Did Mu Zicong look like someone who could cook?

Judging from his appearance, he should be the one who didn't go into the kitchen.

"You know noodles?" Mu zicong held his chin and looked at Duo La with embarrassment.

"No." Duo La shook his head.

"Then help me."

"..." She still wanted to save face

Mu Zicong turned on his phone, google, and specifically opened the method of cooking noodles, ready to sell.

"Cook the noodles for about 10 minutes. Boil the clear water and add a little salt."

Mu zicong read a passage, and Duo La made one.

Ten minutes later, the noodles were cooked.

"Pick up the noodles, soak them in cold water for a while and then fish them out. You can also rinse them with cold water and put them in a bowl for later use."

So, Duo La picked up the noodles and put two plates in equal position.

While cooking the noodles, Mu Zicong chopped the coriander and put some vinegar, onion, coriander and cucumber into the noodles.

Soon, two plates of Italy noodles were made!

"Although this young master has never cooked since he was a child, as long as I work hard, I can't learn from him. Wanyan Duola, my parents have never tasted the food I made." Mu Zicong was a little embarrassed. Dora saw the first time she made a fool of herself.

"Is it really your first time cooking?" Dora tasted mu zicong's noodles.

It's just that, when you just entered, how could the noodles be sweet?