Before even entering the kitchen.
Lin Yu heard faint noises coming from inside, like the clinking of ceramic tableware.
The first-floor lobby was completely silent, exceedingly quiet.
Yet the sounds from the kitchen were still so soft that he wouldn't have noticed them if he hadn't listened carefully.
This was enough to show that the person in the kitchen was deliberately trying to be as quiet as possible while cooking.
They were probably worried that it was too late and they might wake up the others.
Such a gentle and cautious personality...
In his mind, Lin Yu had already ruled out a significant portion of his sect mates.
There were only a handful of people who would go to such lengths.
To avoid startling them, Lin Yu deliberately turned on his phone's flashlight and waved it around in front of him before walking over.
He used this to alert the other person of his approach.
Immediately after.
A delightful silhouette looked out through the glass door.
As Lin Yu approached, their eyes met, and they both smiled at the same time.
Lin Yu slid the door open and chuckled happily in a lowered voice,
"Little Fufu? Why are you still in the kitchen this late?"
"Are you... cooking instant noodles?"
"Why are you only eating this... Wait, why haven't you had dinner yet?!"
He really didn't expect it.
To think that the person rustling up a late-night snack in the kitchen would be Little Fufu.
Lin Yu knew her personality very well.
If she had already eaten dinner and was just feeling a temporary pang of hunger.
Little Fufu would most likely just endure it rather than going out of her way to come to the kitchen and cook noodles.
Unless she hadn't eaten at all!
"I went to an art exhibition and got back... too late,"
Ye Mengfu replied softly, her hands folded in front of her.
She was even more surprised to run into Lin Yu in the kitchen at this hour.
She hadn't heard the sound of the front door opening on the first floor.
And she didn't know that Lin Yu had just returned from outside.
Therefore.
Ye Mengfu subconsciously assumed that Lin Yu, like her, had come to the kitchen because he was hungry.
So.
Ye Mengfu pointed to the water that had just come to a boil and asked,
"Do... do you want to share a packet?"
"I have several packets of... noodles."
Because instant noodles were so cheap, Ye Mengfu felt a bit embarrassed saying it out loud.
If she had known Lin Yu was also hungry, she wouldn't have hastily just boiled some noodles.
Although she didn't have the skills of a master chef.
She could still whip up a quick, simple meal.
But inviting Lin Yu to eat instant noodles just didn't seem like a proper meal to offer.
Hearing this, Lin Yu actually worked up an appetite.
His meals had been quite amazing lately.
After not having to make do with a quick bite for so many consecutive days, he had actually gotten somewhat used to it.
Furthermore.
Instant noodles were a strange thing.
If you eat them all the time, you'll get absolutely sick of them.
But if you don't eat them for a while, you'll occasionally really crave a bite.
Lin Yu didn't care whether it was a "fancy meal" or not.
As long as he was eating with a beautiful person, anything they ate was a beautiful meal!
He glanced toward the gas stove and said greedily,
"There are several packets of noodles..."
"And I see there are quite a few sausages and eggs, too!"
"How about we make a deluxe version of boiled noodles? Hehe."
Ye Mengfu pressed her lips together, feeling incredibly happy inside.
She nodded like a chick pecking at rice and said,
"Mhm!"
"Wait for me, it'll be ready right away."
With that said.
She hurried back to the gas stove and began the process of cooking the noodles.
Ten minutes later.
Two steaming bowls of braised beef instant noodles were brought to the table.
Two eggs had been specially added to Lin Yu's bowl.
One was floating on top of the noodles, and the other was hidden underneath.
If it hadn't revealed a bit of its "round belly," it really wouldn't have been easy to spot.
With her unique gentleness, Little Fufu was showing her favoritism toward Lin Yu in every possible way.
Lin Yu didn't point it out directly, pretending entirely that he hadn't noticed.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks, handed them to Little Fufu, and said,
"Having someone to eat noodles with this late at night is so heartwarming!"
"This is the best part of having a family; you never have to go hungry."
[Ding!]
[Excellent Operation! The Holy Son's affectionate words have filled his Dao Companion's heart with great joy!]
[Reward: 80 Spirit Stones]
Ye Mengfu didn't dare look into Lin Yu's eyes, burying her head so low it was almost in her noodles.
Hearing Lin Yu say that, she was the one who truly felt happy.
Lin Yu was really a boy who was easy to satisfy.
To think he would place so much importance on something that was just a simple effort.
Should she prepare a little extra late-night snack every evening?
Just in case Lin Yu got hungry again next time?
While she was lost in thought.
Lin Yu's voice rang out once more.
"Oh?!"
"Two eggs!"
"Little Fufu, is this a surprise you prepared for me?"
"You're too good to me. What if you end up spoiling me rotten?"
[Ding!]
[Excellent Operation! The Holy Son's ambiguous words have made his Dao Companion's heart flutter!]
[Reward: 80 Spirit Stones]
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
