Cunning women without culture are not scary.
Cunning women with culture are the ones to fear.
‘Pfft!’
Lin An'an laughed and rolled her eyes, saying, “Just kidding.”
Xu Mo didn’t bother to dwell on it.
He found a random spot to sit down.
Going upstairs to drink water?
Yes, that’s right.
Xu Mo really just went upstairs to get some water.
After a while, he slipped away.
No hidden agenda.
He didn’t want to leave too many attachments in this world.
As for the female demon, he had more or less wrapped up that storyline.
Looking back, it might have been a bit too forced.
But, nonetheless, he had made it through.
Gulp gulp gulp----------
Lin An'an downed half a bottle of tea in one go.
She shook her head in front of Xu Mo.
Don’t let her relaxed demeanor fool you.
In reality,
Lin An'an was racking her brains trying to figure out how to keep Xu Mo around.
Meanwhile, Xu Mo was scrolling through his phone.
He checked the time.
Lin An'an was in a frenzy.
She could hear Xu Mo’s inner thoughts!!
No way could she let him leave like this.
Once this opportunity passes, there won’t be another one like it.
Today’s chance was truly once-in-a-lifetime!
Gurgle gurgle-------------
Suddenly, her stomach let out an unusually loud rumble.
The sound was so loud
that it drowned out the noise of Xu Mo’s TikTok videos.
Lin An'an froze for a moment, her face already as red as a pig’s liver, and it reddened even more. “Xu Mo, do you know how to cook?”
“No.”
Xu Mo replied decisively.
【Cook? What’s the point?】
【Let’s just have instant noodles.】
【Do I really need to reveal my hidden identity as a culinary master to you?】
【Eating late-night snacks is unhealthy, go wash up and sleep.】
Lin An'an couldn’t help but chuckle, suppressing her laughter as she said, “Then just boil me some plain noodles, add an egg, no green onions, and use less oil.”
Being a master chef or not didn’t matter.
Lin An'an didn’t care about that.
She knew Xu Mo would eventually leave.
This place was only a temporary haven, Zhou Qiaoqiao’s place was where he truly belonged.
Lin An'an just wanted to spend a bit more time with Xu Mo.
Xu Mo said, “I’ll cook you some instant noodles.”
Lin An'an touched her cheek and murmured, “I drank so much alcohol earlier, and if I eat instant noodles now, I’ll probably get pimples.”
“Are you sober now?”
“Sober mei--------- cough cough cough---------- a bit.”
Lin An'an nodded.
She didn’t mention the elevator incident earlier.
Xu Mo didn’t bring it up either.
Not talking about it made things less awkward.
As for cooking noodles, he was quite skilled at that.
“Alright, wait here, I’ll cook you a bowl of noodles.”
“Yay yay, Xu Mo, go ahead! All the ingredients are in the kitchen, I’ve prepared a lot, your noodles will surely taste great.”
Lin An'an clapped her hands excitedly.
Humans always have some vanity.
No matter how the taste turns out,
one must first praise it.
Xu Mo was taken aback.
The words sounded familiar.
He seemed to have heard them somewhere before.
In a moment, Xu Mo chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t bother to recall what it was about.
Why try to remember when it’s obviously not important? Important things wouldn’t slip his mind.
Besides, he was a bit hungry too.
After eating, he’d head home.
Entering the kitchen,
there were plenty of ingredients and seasonings.
Since time was short,
Xu Mo didn’t need to get fancy.
KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid).
Just cook some instant noodles.
“Hmm? There are shrimp too? And they’re fresh? Never mind, let’s make some seafood noodles.”
Xu Mo found some good stuff.
For others,
it might take some effort.
But for Xu Mo, it was a breeze.
He could get it done in no time.
Preparing seafood noodles was pretty fast too.
In the living room,
Lin An'an took off her high heels, revealing her toes painted with glossy nail polish.
She stepped onto the floor barefoot.
She turned on the TV in the living room and waited.
This feeling brought her back to the time when she was filming.
The identities of the male and female leads in the drama,
like an old married couple.
Living together, what’s the big deal?
Being able to enjoy the present moments,
Lin An'an was satisfied.
Soon,
as Xu Mo busied himself in the kitchen,
the aroma of the noodles gradually wafted into the living room.
Lin An'an’s delicate nose twitched, sensing a delicious fragrance.
Her stomach rumbled again, this time louder than before.
Lin An'an was truly hungry!
“Seriously? No way, could he really be good at cooking?”
Lin An'an jumped off the couch.
Barefoot, she tiptoed towards the kitchen.
Inside,
Xu Mo was intently cooking the noodles.
Men are at their handsomest when they’re seriously focused.
Seeing this,
Lin An'an paused for a moment, “So handsome.”
Xu Mo finished the final touches and looked up just as Lin An'an was sneaking a peek.
“You’re just in time, your noodles are ready.”
“It smells so good.” Caught in the act, Lin An'an no longer hid, walking straight in.
On the table were two large bowls.
Each filled with steaming noodles.
Topped with shrimp and a fried egg.
The presentation was meticulous,
akin to what one might find in a professional hotel.
“Can you eat seafood?”
“Sure, sure.” Lin An'an swallowed hard, surprised, “Xu Mo, did you make these?”
“Could it be me, or would you expect Old Wang next door to cook them?” Xu Mo joked.
He then moved his own bowl and utensils to the side.
From his experience with the female demon,
Xu Mo realized a crucial point.
That is, one must divide the food beforehand,
avoiding any late-game tussles over the last bites.
Lin An'an stared at the golden noodles in her bowl, momentarily dazed.
She had assumed it was just Xu Mo joking around.
Little did she know it was true.
A culinary master has been right next to me? The joke’s on me?
Lin An'an couldn’t hold back any longer.
Slurp------------------
She started slurping her noodles.
The noodles were very chewy,
not the mushy type.
The broth was exceptionally flavorful.
She couldn’t tell what Xu Mo put in it.
One bite of noodles followed by some soup,
and her mood lifted instantly.
Then Lin An'an found herself unable to stop.
She kept slurping and slurping.
“Xu Mo, Xu Mo, I didn’t think you were such a great cook! Your noodles are so delicious!!”
“Don’t compliment me, even if you do, I won’t share with you. Your portion is gone, maybe next time.”
“Next time? When will that be? We’re colleagues working together, how can you bear to see me go hungry?”
“I can bear it.”
“Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so mad, just let me try a bite! Why are you so stingy?!”
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Good night, sweethearts~
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
