ten minutes later.

Yan Jinxiu put a bowl of noodles on the table, and twitched the corner of his mouth in disgust, "Well, I have leftovers from lunch, whether I like it or not."

A group of domineering and arrogant, if not familiar with his temperament, Yan Zhixing might have a backhand or a slap.

She smiled lightly between her brows, "Little brother, have you heard a word? You are too straight."

This bowl of noodles still exudes heat, and the noodles are not lumpy, so it is impossible to eat leftovers at noon.

He picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed a chopstick face into his mouth. The fragrance filled his mouth, and he narrowed his eyes in relief.

It's obviously just a bowl of noodles, but she just tasted the taste of mountains and seas.

Yan Jinxiu sat on the sofa, "It doesn't look like a female star at all."

Which female star doesn't eat slowly? She's good, it's like she hasn't eaten anything in her life, and female stars don't eat such high-calorie food.

"People outside saw your appearance, and those who didn't know it thought that the family lacked your food and our family was going bankrupt."

He is obviously handsome, but when he opens his mouth, people are afraid to approach him. How could a good boy open his mouth.

Yan Zhixu swallowed the noodles in his mouth and glanced lightly at his ill-fated face, "One more nonsense, believe it or not, I will throw you out?"

Yan Jinxiu frowned.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to continue stabbing, a voice interrupted what he was about to say.

In the kitchen, Wang Ma shouted at her throat.

"Little Master, why did you take it away without adding poached eggs to the noodles you asked me to cook for Miss?"

Yan Jinxiu: "..."

The body is stiff and extremely unnatural.

Effortlessly defended, "Wang Ma is confused, that bowl of noodles is obviously made at noon."

His voice is not weak, as if this is the only way to make him seem particularly reasonable.

After speaking, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair, kicked the sofa irritably, picked up the phone and walked upstairs.

Yan Zhixu chewed the noodles, "You're loud, you're right."

If the little brother hadn't inherited the excellent looks of his parents and had such a poisonous mouth, she would be very worried that he would be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

"Fuck."

Yan Jinxiu cursed in a low voice, the pace under his feet quickened, and he went up to the second floor in less than a minute.

Perhaps because of the lack of response, Wang Ma walked out of the kitchen and wiped her hands with a cloth.

She looked at Yan Zhixu, who was gulps of noodles, with a distressed look on her face, "Miss, don't lose weight like those female celebrities. You are already thin enough, and you can't lose weight any more."

Want her to say what to eat and drink, what to lose weight? What to diet?

If these days are boring and unhappy, then it is better to go home and inherit this huge family business.

Yan Zhixu raised his head, "Well, good Wang Ma."

She quickly finished the noodles in the bowl, picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot soup, the sweet fragrance overflowing her mouth.

Squinting her eyes, she continued to drink a few sips of soup, telling Wang Ma with practical actions that she was not losing weight.

Seeing that the noodles in the bowl were eaten cleanly, Wang Ma grinned happily, "Miss, do you want me to cook another bowl for you?"

"No."

Yan Zhixu got up, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth carelessly.

Wang Ma packed up the dishes and muttered, "Really, the young master can't wait too much, it's just a poached egg."

Yan Zhixu remembered the back of Yan Jinxiu who quickly fled the scene, and hooked his lips slightly, "Little brother is worried that I will starve my body."

Wang Ma wiped the table clean with her hands and feet neatly, and put away the tableware.

She deeply recognized this, "The young master naturally cares about the young lady very much."

Not only the young master, everyone in this family cares about the young lady very much, and they all come from the bottom of their hearts, and there is no misery.