Yan Mingda came in with a bowl of batter that looked very bad, and there was a charred egg lying on it, which was quite fragrant, but this appearance was really not flattering.

"Yueyue quickly eats noodles, I cooked them in chicken broth, and I also fried poached eggs, you see."

Yan Mingda diligently put the noodles in front of Wu Yue, and poured her a glass of water, but she didn't feed the noodles into people's mouths.

Wu Yue was still a little hungry, but now she was all overwhelmed by the bowl of dark food in front of her, and she had no appetite, so she only said that she was not hungry now, and let Yan Mingda eat it by herself.

But Yan Mingda was also a stubborn person, and only said that he had already eaten, so let Wu Yue not be polite to him.

Wu Mei was so happy that he said intentionally: "Brother Mingda, your noodles are cooked so well, with all the color, flavor, and flavor, you are really amazing!" ”

She gave Yan Mingda a thumbs up, coaxing this guy so much that he couldn't tell the difference between the south and the north, and Wu Mei said to Wu Yue again: "Sister, why don't you eat noodles?" Don't you think Mingda Ge noodles are not cooked well? ”

"Of course not!" Wu Yue flatly refused.

Wu Mei secretly sneered, and deliberately said, "Then sister, why don't you eat?" Didn't you eat dinner too? I just ate a big bowl of noodles! ”

Yan Mingda looked at Wu Yue with a blank eye, seeing that Wu Yue was reluctant to move his chopsticks, injuries flashed in his eyes, and his expression was sad, Yueyue didn't eat the noodles he cooked, didn't Yueyue like him?

Wu Yue felt Yan Mingda's frustration, and her heart sank, Yan Mingda was her back road, now was not the time to offend him, she really had to eat this bowl of noodles!

Damn Wu Mei!

"Thank you, Brother Mingda, I'll eat it now."

Wu Yue said softly, resolutely took the chopsticks, looked at the blackened egg, and a wave of nausea came up, but she still had to show that she was eating very comfortably, it was hell on earth.

In fact, this is also Wu Yue's own abuse, if she changes to a girl with a really cool temperament, she will directly point out that the noodles are not delicious, or let Yan Mingda try it herself, and it will be clear if it is delicious or not.

But Wu Yue wanted to pretend to be virtuous and virtuous, so she fell for Wu Mei's agitated plan, and she deserved to suffer!

Wu Yue took a bite of the egg, and the clicking sound sounded, she frowned, and spat out a small piece of black egg shell from her mouth.

"Brother Mingda, didn't you remove the shell of your fried egg?" Wu Yue endured the nausea.

Yan Mingda smiled and said, "I went, but I dropped a few pieces into it, and you can pick it up Yueyue." ”

Wu Mei also smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't pick it, it's just a calcium supplement!" ”

Eat, eat, eat, it's better to choke you slut!

Wu Mei's schadenfreude can't be hidden at all, and she doesn't want to hide it, she looks at Wu Yue eating noodles with a smile, Wu Yue is the ecstasy of wanting to die, but Wu Mei is very happy, staring without blinking, but Wu Yue can't take the opportunity to cut corners, this bowl of noodles has to let her eat it all in her stomach.

Yan Mingshun looked funny, and he didn't intend to stop Wu Yue from eating noodles, on the contrary, at least they were cooked, but the taste was a little worse, but the stomach would not eat them.

But Yan Mingshun underestimated his younger brother's kitchen idiocy skills, and also underestimated the lethality of the bowl of noodles.

Wu Yue poured a mouthful of water after eating a mouthful of noodles, and I don't know how much salt Yan Mingda put in, eating noodles is the same as eating salt directly, it is less than half a bowl small, Wu Yue's stomach is full of water, and she can't hold it anymore.

"Yueyue, your appetite is so small, my family has eaten more than you!"

Yan Mingda was a little regretful, and was going to take the rest of the noodles to Ah Hua to eat, but he couldn't waste food.

It's just—

The arrogant Uncle Hua came over with elegant cat steps, sniffed the mushy face gently, and shouted several times in protest:

"I didn't have a B number in my heart for the noodles I cooked? Actually brought this kind of thing that dogs don't eat to Lao Tzu to eat? ”