hey uncle wait for me

"It's okay, you can eat quickly." Lin Butler said softly, as soon as the young master didn't sleep well, he also lost his appetite, which has always been like this.

Wu Luo lowered his head and continued to eat his own, but he was thinking about going to the kitchen to make him a bowl of noodles later, but he didn't know if he would like it...

After the meal, Butler Lin asked Wu Luo to go upstairs to rest, and he would look for him later, Wu Luo responded and went upstairs, and after Butler Lin cleaned up the kitchen, he went downstairs and went secretly Went to the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles.

After thinking about it, he didn't send it up by himself, it was too sudden, so he called a servant to send it up, "Steward Lin prepared this for the young master."

The servant was a little surprised, but he didn't think too much about it. He went upstairs with the noodles and sent them to the study.

Hearing that Butler Lin had someone prepare it, Qin Yang asked her to bring it in, but he didn't even look at it.

Wu Luo, who had been waiting downstairs, saw the servant coming down, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Has he eaten?"

The servant shook his head, "I will come down after sending it up."

Wu Luo nodded in disappointment, went upstairs before the servant asked who he was, and waited for Butler Lin to call him to Qin Yang's room.

In the study room, Qin Yang processed some mails, leaned on the chair tiredly, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, got up and stretched, but the tip of his nose was attracted by a strange smell, and when he turned his head, he saw the bowl.

Is this what the housekeeper sent up just now?Doubt flashed across his eyes, and he brought the bowl over. There was still a faint heat in the bowl accompanied by the fragrance of shallots, and the delicate noodles were entangled in the bowl in an orderly manner like a beauty's hair bun.

On the white cloud temples, a white-yellow fried egg is spread on it, and some green green onions are floating in the noodle soup. The faint fragrance is like clouds and mist. His throat slid, and he couldn't help reaching out to pick up the chopsticks and took a bite.

The strength and taste of the noodles are not the best he has ever tasted, and even the fried egg is not so good, but he thinks it is very delicious. some.

After eating the noodles, I drank two big mouthfuls of hot soup. In the end, there was only half a bowl of soup left in the bowl full of noodles.

When Steward Lin came up to tell him to go to bed early, he only heard Qin Yang tell him: "It tastes good, you can make it next time, just keep it."

Lin Butler was baffled by this, and his eyes fell on him suspiciously. He soon noticed the half-empty bowl on the table. This is...

Glancing at Qin Yang, he knew that it was impossible to get an answer from him. There must be something wrong in the kitchen: "Okay." Lin Butler responded with a dry smile, and Qin Yang glanced at him.

"Master, go to rest early, the room has been cleaned up."

Butler Lin, who came out with a bowl, took it to the door, stared at the bowl in his hand for a while, and smelled the smell in the bowl. It was nothing special, it was just a bowl of noodles, and it was just a bowl of noodles. Could it be that the young master likes this kind of homely stuff? s things?

Butler Lin sent the bowl to the kitchen. The kitchen servant was stunned for a moment when he saw the bowl, and soon guessed that someone had moved into the kitchen privately and made something for the young master.

Cursing in my heart, I turned around and said that I saw that the young master didn't eat anything for dinner, so I made a bowl of noodles privately and sent it up.

Butler Lin could see it clearly, and didn't expose Aunt Liu, but only responded. Aunt Liu has worked here for many years, and she was probably worried about being fired. The young master has always had strict rules, which is very similar to the master.