C17

Prince, is the China poor?

"Look at what you're saying, the Godly Doctor Lin treats us as outsiders."

Since the Lin Mansion had already fallen, and there were only a dozen of them in it now, they would naturally not be officials in the imperial court.

"Old Master Lan, although your body is fine, you shouldn't have too much emotional fluctuations. You should stay here for the next few days." Holding the homemade charcoal pen in his hand, Lin Chu Yue wrote down a few notes on the paper: "Take your medicine regularly every day. No matter how bad the medicinal juice is, you must not pour the medicine away."

"Fine." Old Master Lan curled his lips, and avoided Lin Chu Yue's gaze as he looked at him. He then glanced at the guards beside him with a grumbling look in his eyes.

The guard beside Old Master Lan had an innocent look on his face. He was not a secretive individual, it was something that the Godly Doctor Lin himself had discovered.

After giving some instructions, Lin Chu Yue left West Wing and went straight to the kitchen.

He really could not understand why the richest man in the China would choose to eat instant noodles instead, while Gao Shi Yuan did not eat the instant noodles cooked by the two of them.

Taking off the white coat on his body, Lin Chu Yue used both of his hands to disinfect the strong wine on his body, and then began to make fried noodles.

Mask, cut noodles, start a fire, fry sauce, and cook noodles. An hour later, a fragrant fry sauce was ready to be cooked.

A bowl of noodles that had been soaked in cold water and drained dry was sprinkled with a layer of egg fried sauce.

Although this was incomparable to the delicacies of mountains and seas, it was the proof of their suffering in the most difficult times.

"Liu Er, take this bowl of noodles to Gauguin."

Lin Chu Yue placed a bowl of noodles on the table, and did not turn around. Instead, she scooped up a bowl of noodles and placed some of the sauce in the bowl, preparing to eat it herself.

As Lin Chu Yue ate the noodles, she turned around, and saw the purple-clothed figure in front of him eating the fried noodles happily, and she almost spat out the noodles in her mouth.

"Feng Yan, why are you here?"

Mo Yu's eyes were full of confusion as she watched Feng Yan place the empty bowl on the table.

"Still eating."

"What else do you want to eat?" For a moment, he was unable to react. What was he eating, fried noodles?

"Mask." Feng Yan sat down at the small table in the kitchen and waited for Lin Chu Yue to serve him the noodles.

Lin Chu Yue blinked her eyes, although she did not understand why Feng Yan would suddenly appear in Lin Mansion, or why he would appear in the kitchen, he still chose another bowl of noodles and sprinkled some egg paste and green onions on top of it.

It had to be said that Feng Yan was extremely beautiful, even the way he ate was like a painting.

It was infuriating, but in less than a moment, the second bowl of noodles was finished.

"Your Royal Highness, did you escape and come here?"

There weren't many noodles to begin with, so they could only make three bowls. Moreover, the Gauguin was one of those people that could not eat enough, not to mention five or six bowls, there was not even one bowl left!

"What's that called?" Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of admiration. Although the noodles were simple and didn't have too many gorgeous ingredients, the taste was very refreshing.

"My prince, is your China so poor that you don't even know about soy noodles?"

Lin Chu Yue no longer had any appetite and placed the remaining half bowl of noodles on the side. Looking at Feng Yan who suddenly appeared, his eyes were filled with puzzlement: "Why did the Prince come to Lin Mansion?"

"Passing by." Feng Yan took a sip of the tea, but did not care about the clues in Lin Chu Yue's words.

Starting from last night, or the moment Lin Xue Wei made an excuse as to how her entire body's bones were cut off by Lin Chu Yue, Lin Family had become abnormal. However, more and more abnormal things happened, and gradually, it also became normal.

"Oh, then please do as you please, your highness. I still have to check the pulse of the patient." Saying that, Lin Chu Yue stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time, Feng Yan placed a pummelo seed on the table. "This is the jade hairpin that you left behind last night, I believe it is something that Lin Xiang has given you."

"..." Lin Chu Yue who had not stepped out of the kitchen turned around and her gaze landed on the small table. A jade hairpin was peacefully lying down, could it be that this man wanted to mention what happened last night?

However, there was a saying that was very well said. The onlookers knew what was going on, while the onlookers knew what was going on.

Outside the kitchen, Liu Er and the Flame King's Mansion's guards' eyes were clear. No wonder!

No wonder young miss didn't come back last night, she was with His Majesty the Flame King, no wonder she was so red in the morning!

On the other hand, the Flame King's Mansion's guards looked like they knew it already. Seeing Lady Lin's blushing face, the Duke must have forced it on himself.