I was sick and wanted to eat a bowl of hot and spicy noodles.

How can you not meet this small requirement?

Pluto walked out of the piano room and went to the kitchen.

The gold and silver boy hurried over to serve.

"What does the master need? I will do it." said the Jinguo Boy.

Pluto looked at them: "Can you make spicy noodles?"

"Noodle?"

They looked at each other and shook their heads, "We can only cook rice. What we used to eat was made by the Empress Dowager himself."

The boy Yinguo poked him, glared at him, and whispered: "Miss Empress Nether is injured, why are you still cooking noodles?"

"But our master doesn't eat anything made outside."

"Why are you so stupid?" Yinguo Boy was speechless, "It's obvious that our heroine wants to eat it!"

"Oh, that's easy, master, I'll go to the mortal world to buy a bowl!" said the boy Jinguo thoughtfully.

However, the master ignored him.

The Yinguo boy thought of something, turned around and ran out, and soon came in with a few pieces of paper, saying, "Master, we are stupid and can't make the food of the heroine. However, this is the recipe left by the heroine before."

He put the recipe on the table.

The Pluto glanced at him and nodded: "You're good, go out."

After being praised by the owner, Yinguo Boy's face turned red with excitement.

He went out happily.

The Jinguo boy followed him out in confusion and asked in confusion: "I really don't understand, why did the master praise you but scold me?"

"Because you're stupid."

"Is my suggestion not good?" Jinguo Boy wondered, "Just throw the heroine's recipe to the owner? Can the heroine still eat the recipe?"

"Tsk tsk, you say you are stupid, you are just not smart. You deserve to be disliked by your master all day long." The boy Yinguo shook his head and sighed and left.

"Hey, tell me clearly!" The boy from Jinguo chased after him.

In the kitchenette.

Pluto rolled up his sleeves, revealing a piece of slender wrist with clear muscles and bones. He carefully compared the recipe and prepared things one by one.

Basin, flour, water, stir, knead...

He treated the basin in his hand as seriously as studying the seal of the Zhulong egg.

After kneading the noodles, he recalled the thickness of the noodles he had eaten, controlled a kitchen knife, and carefully cut it into pieces.

Ruan Ling woke up again and felt hungry, thinking that this unreliable guy, Pluto, had no idea where he had gone.

Therefore, if you want to have enough food and clothing, you have to do it yourself.

Unexpectedly, when I walked to the kitchen door, I saw Pluto sitting in front of the chopping board, holding a piece of dough in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand, carefully cutting a piece of dough from the dough...

In the small basin at his hand, dozens of "hand-cut" noodles as thick as chopsticks have accumulated.

"Puchi!"

Ruan Ling couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Pluto's hand shook, and the slim cut in half was broken.

He looked up and saw Ruan Ling's smile trembling, and said, "It seems that you are cured of illness. What's so funny?"

"What are you doing?" Ruan Ling held back her laughter, walked up to him, and looked at him with her arms in her arms.

“Cut noodles.”

"Is slim cut like this?" Ruan Ling said, unable to help laughing.

"Isn't that cut?"

"It's not that there is no one." Ruan Ling coughed lightly, "But it's called cut noodles, not noodles."
Chapter completed!