298 Deserve to Stay Hungry

After all, Master Mu, who was used to good food and good life since young, had neither seen nor tasted cheap vermicelli before.

Don't tell me that he has never eaten vermicelli in his whole life despite his wealth?

Oh, that is possible.

This is a common man's food. He won't have a chance to eat it as an elite.

She fell silent from the absurdity of this fact.

Placing the chopsticks and spoon on the table, the man predictably took them up and started wolfing down the noodles.

…

He actually seemed to be enjoying the meal.

Outside the window, sunlight spilled in through the windowsill.

He sat with his back erect. Even while he was busy with the noodles, he was still elegant and peaceful in his mannerism. There was no sound coming from him.

She now fully believed that he was an elite – one who had received excellent etiquette training – after witnessing his behavior at the dining table.

He might be holding the most ordinary bowl of noodles in his hands, but his every action and mannerism revealed an aristocratic elegance.

This sophistication was not pretentious. This table etiquette was inculcated to him for over a decade. The formalities were a part of his persona now.

She pouted dismally when she saw that her share of vermicelli had been snatched by the man. In the end, she resignedly returned to the kitchen to make another share for herself.

By the time she carried out the second bowl of noodles, the man had already finished the vermicelli in his bowl without a sound. It seemed to suit his taste as the bowl was wiped clean without leftover.

She took a look at the bowl. It was really empty. He had finished his food elegantly; no soup stain was spilled on the tabletop.

The etiquette of aristocrats is so tedious, isn't it?

She mouthed the comment inwardly as she took a seat at the dining table. Holding the bowl, she was in the middle of happily gobbling the food down when she saw him eye it.

…

"This is mine!" she declared unhappily. To be exact, that bowl of noodles he had just finished was supposed to be hers, too.

Seeing the covetous look in his eyes, she quickly shielded the bowl with her hands. She feared that he would also snatch this one, so she warned him, "This bowl of noodles is mine."

"Cook one more bowl for me," he demanded. He had just finished a bowl, yet he was still feeling unfulfilled.

She had obviously underestimated his appetite. He was a man, after all, and had gone without food for a night. It was only natural for him to feel very hungry now.

Her brows lowered frostily, and she simply told him, "Go and cook one for yourself if you still want to eat!"

He looked at her straight in the face. "I don't know how to cook."

"You can't cook? Then, you deserve to go hungry!"

She was feeling smug inside. After being tormented so many times by him, she finally had a chance to take a dig at him! Thus, she resolved to make him watch in suffering as she enjoyed this meal!

May you die hungry!

She swore at him inwardly with much satisfaction. Skillfully holding up the noodles with the chopsticks, she sucked the strands down her throat.

Sip—

Unlike him, she was not elegant when she ate the noodles. For him, be it eating a meal with or without noodles or doing something else altogether, everything must be done in an aristocratic manner.

To her, noodles were meant to be sucked!

She was really hungry right now and was too lazy to bother about table etiquette and whatnot before him. She stuffed her mouth with food in large portions.

Moreover, when she ate the noodles, it was difficult for her not to make any sound.