Two large bowls of steaming noodles were brought to the table, Qiao Lian handed the chopsticks to Shen Liangchuan, and picked up the chopsticks with bright eyes.

The hot noodles went down, and the hunger was finally relieved, and she realized that Shen Liangchuan had never moved his chopsticks, just staring at the noodles.

She swallowed the noodles in her mouth and said vaguely: "Mr. Shen, eat." My brother didn't like to eat my noodles before, but later he thought it was super delicious. ”

At this point, she lowered her head and smiled very modestly, "Although I feel like I eat it myself, you can taste it." ”

She picked up Shen Liangchuan's chopsticks and handed them to him expectantly.

That blessing looks like a pet who has done something good and is waiting for praise.

Shen Liangchuan's eyebrows eased, took the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them in his mouth.

The taste is very ordinary, the meat is a little old, the noodles are a little rotten, and even the green vegetables have passed the heat.

Shen Liangchuan swallowed this mouthful of noodles, and when he raised his eyes, he saw her earnest eyes, "Mr. Shen, is it delicious?" ”

Her eyes were very dark and bright, bright and bright, and they were so beautiful at the moment that his heartbeat stopped for half a beat.

But this reaction made Shen Liangchuan suddenly feel embarrassed.

He stood up suddenly, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and said coldly: "This noodle is simply hard to swallow." ”

The words fell, turned around, and went straight upstairs.

Qiao Lian was dumbfounded!

It wasn't until Shen Liangchuan's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs that he came to his senses.

She lowered her head, took a bite of the noodles, and tasted it carefully, although it was indeed not as delicious as her father and brother said, but it was not so ...... It's so bad that you lose your temper, right?

Is his temper too big, or is her face really so mad?

Qiao Lian shook her head, forget it, Emperor Shen's tongue is made of gold, but she is trying to fill her stomach.

After eating up a bowl of noodles, Qiao Lian patted his stomach with satisfaction and looked at Shen Liangchuan's bowl of noodles.

Zhang Hong and her nannies look down on her now, and maybe they won't prepare breakfast for her tomorrow morning, so ...... I'll keep this bowl of noodles and eat it tomorrow morning.

Favoring another bowl, Qiao Lian went upstairs at this time.

Entering the master bedroom, he found that Shen Liangchuan was not in the room.

She didn't think much of it and went to bed.

Half an hour later, Shen Liangchuan walked out of the study.

Standing in the hallway on the second floor, he could see the bowl of noodles he had just eaten on the dining room table.

It's obviously such an ordinary taste, and it can even be said to be a little unpalatable, but it seems to have poppies added, which makes him uneasy.

He went downstairs step by step, stood in front of the dining table, picked up chopsticks, and ate again.

The noodles were already cold and couldn't taste anything, but he seemed to have fallen under the spell and grabbed another pair of chopsticks.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the noodles in the bowl had been eaten by him.

He looked at the bowl of noodles in a daze, his expression suddenly became lonely, and a touch of struggle flashed on his cold cheeks.

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The next day, when Qiao Lian opened her eyes, she found that her side was still empty, thinking that Shen Liangchuan should not have returned to the room yesterday.

A hint of emptiness flashed in her heart, and she quickly adjusted her mood and went downstairs after washing up.

The babysitters were already up and cleaning, and breakfast was not yet ready.

Qiao Lian walked to the dining table and saw the noodle bowl with only a little soup left, her eyes widened suddenly, and she unconsciously asked loudly, "Who stole my noodles?!" ”