Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Mu Ziyou, who used to take a bath for a long time, just took a hot shower today, wiped his wet hair with a dry towel, and came out wrapped in a towel.

Then I squatted by the closet, frowning and worrying for a while. The Pikachu one-piece pajamas I thought were cute before, I looked left and right today, and I put them on and took them off, but I was embarrassed to wear them out.

After thinking about it, I changed into a loose t-shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants, at least it didn't look so childish.

She brushed her hair and walked out of the room.

Yan Zhen had cooked the noodles and was waiting for her, sitting upright on the sofa and pressing his phone.

"Sister, I'm done washing."

Mu Ziyou pulled his clothes awkwardly, and lowered his head before meeting Yan Zhen's eyes.

Yan Zhen put away his phone and stood up, looked Mu Ziyou up and down, his eyes fell on Mu Ziyou's undried hair, frowned slightly, and asked softly with his arms folded.

"Well, why don't you blow dry your hair."

Mu Ziyou raised his hand to touch his still wet hair, pursed his lips in embarrassment and said with a blushing face.

"I'm afraid that senior sister has waited too long, just wait and blow."

Yan Zhen shook his head lightly and said seriously.

"It's okay, the noodles are already cooked, and they're still a little hot. You should blow dry your hair first, it's easy to catch a cold and have a migraine if your hair is wet in this weather."

"Then, okay, I'm going to dry my hair first, senior sister, please sit down for a while."

Mu Ziyou walked back to the bathroom quickly, his red face was even redder by the hot air from the hair dryer.

When Mu Ziyou returned to the living room, Yan Zhen was already sitting at the table, two bowls of noodles and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and there was also a plate of freshly mixed cucumbers on the table.

"Sister, it smells so good."

Before he got to the table, Mu Ziyou smelled a faint aroma of noodles, and the aroma of sesame oil paired with hot soup would almost draw out the gluttons in people's stomachs.

Mu Ziyou walked quickly to the table, staring at the bowl of noodles on the empty seat.

The clear soup is transparent and the noodles have distinct roots, not thick and not sticky. The noodles are just cooked to the point. There is an egg on top, with a gap in the middle, and a little golden egg liquid leaks out. It is paired with two slices of blanched water. The color is bright Green lettuce, a few peeled tomatoes, and chopped green onions are evenly sprinkled in the noodle soup like a goddess.

The tip of Mu Ziyou's nose twitched slightly, like a puppy looking for food, staring at the noodles with sparkling eyes.

Yan Zhen sat across from Mu Ziyou, seeing her stunning face, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

"I saw there were two cucumbers in the refrigerator, so I made a cold dish. Don't mind."

Mu Ziyou shook his head quickly.

"I don't mind, I don't mind. You can take whatever is in the refrigerator. Sister, the noodles you cook are more fragrant than my cousin's."

While being amazed by Yan Zhen's cooking skills, Mu Ziyou sighed secretly. Fortunately, she didn't cook the noodles, otherwise it would be a mess.

Yan Zhen nodded, lowered her head and chuckled quietly, she picked up the chopsticks first, and Mu Ziyou quickly picked up the chopsticks after seeing it, and then stared at Yan Zhen's movements.

Seeing Mu Ziyou staring at him with chopsticks and refusing to eat, Yan Zhen tilted his head slightly and asked in doubt.

"What's the matter, aren't you hungry, eat."

Mu Ziyou held his chopsticks and smiled embarrassedly.

"Sister, you should eat first."

In Mu Ziyou's tutoring, as long as it is a guest or someone who is older than her, she will not be the first to move chopsticks at the table before others.

Yan Zhen seemed to know what Mu Ziyou was thinking, she raised her lips and smiled, she glanced at Mu Ziyou faintly with her deep and dark eyes, then lowered her head, picked up a piece of lettuce, brought it to her lips, and took a bite.

Seeing Yan Zhen moved her chopsticks, Mu Ziyou quickly lowered her head and poked her chopsticks on the egg, but then she remembered something. She looked at Yan Zhen furtively, then took out her mobile phone from her pants pocket, and held it up carefully.

Yan Zhen was eating noodles with his head down, as if he didn't notice her small movements.

Mu Ziyou licked his lips and turned on the camera. He also found a good angle, framed the noodles on the table and Yan Zhen's face into the lens, and took a picture.

But she forgot to turn off the sound of taking pictures on her mobile phone, and there was a crisp clicking sound in the quiet living room.

Yan Zhen raised his head in doubt, his white teeth were biting an unbroken vegetable, and with a dazed face, he bumped into Mu Ziyou's camera.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and Mu Ziyou's face turned red. She quickly took back the phone, showed an embarrassed but polite smile to Yan Zhen, and calmly explained.

"Senior sister, I just thought the noodles you cooked look good, so I took a photo."

Yan Zhen glanced at her lightly, then responded in a low voice.

"Ah."

Mu Ziyou lowered his head with a blushing face, and ate the noodles seriously.

Although I don't know whether Yan Zhen is a good cook or just cooks noodles like her, but the noodles cooked by Yan Zhen are really delicious.

The noodles cooked by my cousin are hundreds of times more delicious, and the cucumbers are also extra delicious, crisp and refreshing.

After taking the first bite, Mu Ziyou couldn't stop at all. He couldn't remember anything about trying to maintain his image in front of Yan Zhen. He ate a whole bowl of noodles in less than 2 minutes. Even the remaining half bowl of soup was poured into the stomach without any drop.

When she licked her lips and stared at the clean bowl, she remembered that Yan Zhen was sitting opposite, and she felt her head raised.

Yan Zhenzheng was propping his forehead with one hand, looking at her with deep eyes like a pool of autumn water, with a half-smile.

She didn't finish the noodles in the bowl, and she stopped her chopsticks when there was half of it left.

Then he kept staring at Mu Ziyou eating the whole bowl of noodles happily.

Mu Ziyou lowered his head and pinched his fingers in embarrassment.

Yan Zhen stood up, picked up the coat that had just been taken off from the back of the chair.

"It's finished, it's a bit late, I have to go home, you have a good rest."

Hearing Yan Zhen said that he was leaving, Mu Ziyou quickly stood up.

"Then senior sister, be careful on the road, remember to call me or send me a text message when you get home."

Yan Zhen nodded, walked to the door, put her hand on the doorknob, turned her head to look at Mu Ziyou who was following, and smiled slightly.

"Well, I see, you go to rest."

"Sister, wait a moment."

Mu Ziyou bit her lip and thought for a while, then hurried into the room, took a coat and ran out. She looked at Yan Zhen with bright eyes.

"Sister, I'll take you down."

Yan Zhen rejects Mu Ziyou's offer.

"no need."

But Mu Ziyou insisted.

"Senior sister, I'll get you in the car and I'll come up."

Seeing that Mu Ziyou was very firm, Yan Zhen didn't refuse anymore, but when she opened the door, she suddenly thought of something, and pointed to the kitchen to signal Mu Ziyou.

"I just boiled some ginger syrup in the kitchen. I took brown sugar from the refrigerator and boiled it with ginger. You haven't had a lot of wind today. It's still warm in the soup pot. Remember to drink it when you come up. Drive out the cold."