Chapter 465

Lu Hanting thinks about sushi. He is not impressed by sushi. As one of the four big families in Haicheng, the Su family is the most low-key, and Sushi's sense of existence is also very low. Only when Xia Xiwan came back to Haicheng at the beginning did he appear. Now he has a sense of mystery.

Lu felt that he had seriously neglected this man, who was always there and played a very important role in the whole incident.

Lu Hanting handed Xia Xiwan the green jade bowl in his hand. "I heard that you and Su Xi grew up together from childhood, childhood?"

"Yes, my mother likes Susie very much. Susie is my mother's disciple."

"Your mommy?" Lu Hanting's deep narrow eyes suddenly flashed something. It seemed that he had never asked about her mother, and she had never mentioned it.

Xia Xiwan wanted to say something, but then Aunt Zhao came in and said with a smile, "Miss Wan, I heard that you want to eat noodles today. I just went to grind some flour, and now I'll roll them for you."

"Aunt Zhao," Xia Xiwan quickly took aunt Zhao's arm and blinked awkwardly, "don't bother. I've bought ready-made noodles."

Aunt Zhao said, "those noodles are not delicious. I'll roll them for you."

Then Aunt Zhao poured the freshly ground flour into a bowl, added milk, eggs and a little water, and began to roll noodles.

Soon Auntie Zhao took the knife off, and a plate of hand-made noodles fell neatly on the plate.

Lu Hanting takes a look at Aunt Zhao. If she is right, aunt Zhao is not just a star chef. She should be the kind of cook hired by the rich and noble families.

"Wow, aunt Zhao, I haven't seen you for such a long time. Your skill is getting better and better. Every time you help me cook, I don't need to do it."

Aunt Zhao rolled the noodles and quickly mixed a bowl of noodles sauce. The sauce was fragrant, and she could drink a few bowls of sauce.

"Miss wanwan, I didn't do anything. You cooked the noodles yourself."

Xia Xiwan looks at what she wants to do. She just needs to boil the water, and then put the noodles in. Her soul is wrapped by Aunt Zhao. Is this noodles still cooked by herself?

"Aunt Zhao..." Xia Xiwan is really sorry.

Aunt Zhao quickly showed a pathetic look, "Miss Wan, don't be polite to us. You have a large garden outside. We eat your food all the year round. If we don't help you with this kind of work, do you think we have too much to eat?"

Xia Xiwan waved, "no, no, I don't mean that..."

"That's fine, Miss Wan. I'll go first."

After the work, aunt Zhao quickly retired, which is the most basic self-restraint of the cook.

But aunt Zhao went to Lu Hanting and asked, "miss wanwan, who is this?"

Xia Xiwan's bright Jian Tong looks at the man, looks around in his eyes, and has a sweet voice, "he, my husband ~"

he, my husband ~

Lu Hanting's narrow and long eyes are infected with the tenderness.

"It's my uncle, my uncle, Miss Wan. I'll leave first." Aunt Zhao turned and left.

Uncle?

Lu Hanting stretched out his strong arm and put his arm around Xia Xiwan's soft waist. He picked his sword eyebrow and said, "uncle? Miss Wan Wan, how can I have the illusion of entering your home? "