She is actually the kind of woman who can't cook at all, and can only deal with the simplest things like underneath, boiling dumplings, etc., and the rest is floating clouds.

Opening the plastic bag, she took the instant noodles out of it, then went to the refrigerator to look and found a handful of choy sum.

She clumsily picked the cabbage, washed it and set it aside.

Of course, instant noodles are not as good as the food of the hotel chef, but this is made by her Luo Xingchen herself, and it is priceless.

She doesn't go to the kitchen easily, even if it's instant noodles, she doesn't cook very much, because her mother is very opposed to eating this.

It is really the first time that I make instant noodles for a man to eat.

The water was boiling, and she hummed softly and took out the dough pieces, threw them all into the pot, and then threw the choy sum into it as well. Then turn off the heat and put the seasoning packet.

She found two white bone china plates, carefully sandwiched the boiled noodles on top with chopsticks, and stacked them, and placed the choy sum on the edge of the plate.

Now, a plate of instant noodles has a bit of a Western food feeling.

She did the same, made another plate, looked left and right, went to the refrigerator and took out the tomatoes, peeled them, cut them, and put them on top of the noodles.

"Tsk, Luo Beauty, genius!"

She picked up the beautifully arranged instant noodles and lowered her head to smell them, and a strong exclusive taste of instant noodles came to her nostrils.

"OK!"

She brought the plate to the dining room table, set up her forks and chopsticks, and sat down at the table without moving, despite the fact that the kitchen was already a mess.

It also takes effort to cook instant noodles.

If you can rest, you naturally have to rest.

Soon, she heard steady footsteps in her ears, and in the next second, Jin Zeming appeared in her sight.

He took a shower and changed his clothes, wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark trousers that wrapped around his long legs.

His neckline was open, revealing his wheat-colored skin.

"Done?" Jin Zeming thought to himself, there are so many fresh ingredients in the kitchen, no matter how stupid a woman is, she should be able to make one or the other.

He walked over to the table, looked down at some strange food on his plate, and asked, "Pasta?" ”

Luo Xingchen smiled awkwardly, pointed to the dining chair with his finger, and pretended to be casual and said, "Ming Shao, I really made it with my heart, it's very fragrant, can you try it?" ”

She felt that a young master like Jin Zeming might rarely eat instant noodles, anyway, she felt that instant noodles had a particularly strong fragrance, although they were not nutritious, they couldn't be eaten!

If you are hungry, eating this should be more fragrant than the Manchu and Han full banquet.

"Very hard-working?" Jin Zeming frowned slightly, not smelling the fragrance of pasta.

He pulled the tomato on top with his chopsticks. Then he picked up the plate and sniffed it gently, and suddenly, the expression on his handsome face became complicated.

He turned his head to look at Luo Xingchen, and then put down the plate with a little disdain.

"Try it, it's good." Luo Xingchen was hungry and panicked, and he didn't bother to discern what the expression on Jin Zeming's face represented, so he picked up the chopsticks and went to pick noodles.

Unfortunately, the plate disappeared from under her nose.

She raised her head suddenly, the plate had already reached Jin Zeming's hand, as for his complexion......

Dark clouds are overpowering!

"Hey! What are you doing? You ......"

Before Luo Xingchen finished speaking, he saw Jin Zeming holding a plate in his hand, stood up and went to the kitchen with a gloomy face.