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Without waiting for Gong Ming to say anything, Qian Li poured more noodles into the pot and said, "Master has been busy all day, right? Had he not actually eaten anything yet? "If that's the case, then let's eat together. The two of us are better off than the other."

"What kind of theory is this?"

Gong Ming seemed to have a nose for devouring it, but his expression softened a little, "However, since you are so recommended, it would seem that I have let down your hospitality if I do not give it a try."

Never thought that Gong Ming would have such a side to him, Qian Li turned and looked at him, was he actually joking?

But when Qian Li saw the expression on his face, she felt that she had talked too much.

His expression was not softer than before. There shouldn't be anyone who would use such a serious tone when joking around, right?

Therefore, Qian Li shook her head slightly, "Master's identity is not ordinary. Ever since I was born, there have always been servants waiting on you, food, shelter, and clothing. There will always be people worrying for you, and because of your identity, ordinary people do not dare to sit together with you.

"But what?"

"However, eating like this does seem very impressive, but isn't it also unable to hide the loneliness that comes from within? It was good when he was in a good mood. "If you encounter any trouble, you will lose all interest when you face a big table full of dishes."

Gong Ming slightly raised his brows, he had to admit that Qian Li's words seemed to make some sense.

So he asked, "Aren't you going to add some meat?"

As they spoke, Qian Li was already busily cooking the noodles, the jade green vegetable leaves seemed especially beautiful in the white porcelain bowl.

A sweet smell filled the entire kitchen.

Qian Li added seasonings to the noodles in the bowl, and the fragrance started to seep into her nose.

Gong Ming took a deep breath, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva, as though...

I'm really a little hungry.

"Eat quickly, master. It's already late at night. Treat it as dinner, midnight snack or whatever. This bowl of noodles must be different from anything master has eaten before."

Gong Ming took the chopsticks and sat down on the chair.

Then, he gracefully took a bite.

Mm, the taste is really good.

It was just that he did not know whether it was because it was the first time he did something like this without considering his status, or because the technique Qian Li used to cook the noodles was really not bad, but in short, the speed at which Gong Ming ate gradually increased.

But no matter how fast he was, he was still a noble.

There was still no trace of panic on his body.

It was fast but not panicked. It was an elegant way to end a battle quickly.

Qian Li even felt that just looking at it was a little pleasing to the eyes.

It was just a simple bowl of noodles, yet it was a pleasure to watch him eat.

Through the mist, Gong Ming's and Gong Ye's faces actually started to coincide. She blinked, unable to tell who the person in front of her was.

Gong Ming? Or Gong Ye?

He vaguely remembered that Gong Ye's stomach was not good. Previously, because of the war, they needed to run around at all times, and sometimes, even if they didn't eat a proper meal, being hungry was a common occurrence.

But over time, Gong Ye's body became worse and worse. Watching him constantly tossing and turning due to stomach pain, his face became deathly pale, causing Qian Li's heart to constantly ache.

She had visited many places and taken leave from countless doctors. She had tried many different methods, tried them personally, or taken many different medicines.

Every time she felt that the effect was very good, Gong Ye would not feel too uncomfortable while eating it, or perhaps it really did feel no pain at all, but as long as he experienced hunger again, or the time he ate it was wrong, he would immediately fall ill.

Seeing that, Qian Li's heart ached, and she had never stopped helping him search for medicine.

Finally, she found the most suitable method.

The doctor told Qian Li that for things like stomachs and intestines, the best thing would be to rely on food for treatment.

And noodles are the best thing.

After Qian Li heard this, she became crazy about this thing called noodles.

But she was a young miss who didn't touch the Yang Spring Water, how could she cook?

Besides, it was impossible for her to have a chef following her during her days of wandering outside. Thus, she practiced her culinary arts assiduously.

Every time she reached a place, she would not bother to rest. The first thing she did was search the kitchen for a master who could cook.

Finally, the heavens did not disappoint those who were kind. Although they still did not know much about other culinary arts, they still cooked a good bowl of noodles.

And in order to prevent Gong Ye from getting bored too quickly, in order to prevent him from eating a type of noodles frequently, she had even followed a dozen or so masters.

What is clear water, mixed sauce, mixed noodles, red oil noodles... And so on and so forth, they had all become her specialty.

And, year after year, under her care, Gong Ye's stomach began to really improve.

By the time he ascended to the throne, he had completely improved.

However, after she ascended the throne, Qian Li had been busy with matters of the harem, busy with matters of the nation, busy with matters of wife and concubine, she had not eaten the noodles that Qian Li had made for him.

As he thought about the past, he felt an intense pain in his heart.

Gong Ye, have you ever missed the noodles I made in your dreams?

"Aren't you very hungry? "Why don't you eat it?"

Gong Ming's words pulled Qian Li back to reality as she blinked her eyes.

His expression was slightly stiff.

"Were you going to cry just now?"

Qian Li shook his head, "How can that be? It's just that the fog is too hot, and the smoke is making my eyes feel uncomfortable."

He never wanted to expose Qian Li, so Gong Ming kept quiet.

Only now did Qian Li notice that the noodles in Gong Ming's bowl were already gone.

"You have to drink soup to eat noodles. Soup is the most nutritious thing."

Hearing that, Gong Ming did not reply, he only looked at her seriously, as if he was thinking about how much of what she had said was trustworthy.

Qian Li immediately demonstrated it to him and took a big gulp from his bowl.

"I never lie to you. Since master has already accepted the bowl of noodles and has already started to taste it, why …" "What if we don't try to get to the bottom of this?"

This time, Gong Ming did not hesitate. He slightly frowned, and in the end, still picked up the bowl, and started to drink like Qian Li.

There was a faint taste on her lips and teeth, but it was a peculiar aftertaste.

"Yes, it's indeed not bad. This King thinks that if you want to change your profession in the future, you can go and be a chef. This way, you don't have to worry about starving yourself to death and you won't have to live the life you once lived."

Qian Li's expression suddenly became serious, and she said, "I can only cook noodles, for other cooking or handling of other dishes, Qian Li doesn't know anything."

"Boiling noodles can support you."

Qian Li sighed with emotion. That would depend on whether or not you have a life to live until then, no? "

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't Master just ask me what exactly is the relationship between my Murong Family and ours …"

Gong Ming put down the bowl, declining to comment.

"And?"

"What I had said before was all true. The reason why I was so concerned about their family's matters, was because after seeing Murong Yan's corpse that day, I felt that it was even more necessary for me to investigate what happened that year. Firstly, it was to seek justice for her, return her, or perhaps even clear my entire Prime Minister Mansion. That's why I care. I promised you, I will definitely make Murong Yan die and rest in peace. I don't want to go back on my words … "

"As expected, This King did not misjudge him."

"What?"

"Sure enough, you are the only one in the world who still cares about Murong Yan and is trying very hard to seek justice for her."

"Is Master not one?"

Gong Ming raised his eyebrows, and did not answer.

He was always so secretive, Qian Li suddenly felt a little angry. This person always seemed to be like this, burying everything in her heart. This feeling of not being able to see through anything was truly annoying.

"Forget it. It's fine if master doesn't answer this question. Anyway, master doesn't seem to have answered anything we're curious about."

Gong Ming still did not answer, still with that perverted expression, that he could not deny.

"Although I know that Master may not necessarily answer, Qian Li still wants to know, in the end, where exactly is the Prime Minister and his wife's remains?