Finally, the young master brought back two dishes and sat down beside Xia Yinian.
He picked up some noodles with chopsticks and placed them on the two dishes.
Soon, the noodles on the dishes cooled off.
He pushed the dishes toward Xia Yinian and took another two dishes.
Every time the noodles cooled, he would push them toward Xia Yinian.
Thus, Xia Yinian ate the cooled noodles from the dishes little by little, like a gluttonous child who couldn't eat hot food.
After finishing the bowl of noodles, she surprisingly wanted more and handed over the dish: "More."
The young master's thick eyebrows slightly furrowed: "You can really eat."
It was just a mealtime, and Xia Yinian no longer doubted this young master.
She smiled a bit guiltily: "I haven't eaten the whole evening, and I didn't have lunch either, so hungry."
The young master didn't speak and took out another pack of noodles from the refrigerator and started cooking for her again.
