Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

In a typical rented apartment, it's extremely inconvenient to even boil water when you get home, so you can only take a shower every few days.

Now that there's a hot spring to bathe in, why wouldn't it be worth going and having fun?

Zhelan led her to this place and then left. Yin Qingyou went inside. Everything inside was in good condition, and the bundle she had brought earlier was also neatly arranged and placed on the table inside.

Yin Qingyou found some clothes and went outside.

Following the mist, we soon arrived at the open-air hot spring.

She looked around; there was no one there.

As Zhelan had mentioned before, she was the only one living in this hot spring courtyard.

Even though no one was watching over her, she couldn't resist the warmth of the water and the feeling of taking a bath.

Yin Qingyou immediately took off her clothes and sat in the hot spring, the warm water enveloping her body.

I haven't enjoyed this comfortable feeling in a long time.

Yin Qingyou wet her hair in the water and washed it herself before immersing herself completely in it.

A cold wind was blowing in my ears. I raised my head and looked at the sky. A crescent moon hung high in the sky.

Lonely and desolate!

Yin Qingyou sat in the pool, the water just reaching her neck.

She sat there for a while, then went upstairs, put on her clothes, and prepared to leave.

Just like that, I turned around... just like that...

Then I saw Ye Wuchen standing there so casually.

"Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Yin Qingyou frowned slightly.

"hungry!"

Ye Wuchen's thin lips moved slightly, and after uttering those two simple words, he flicked his sleeve and left.

Yin Qingyou looked at him, who was almost frozen into a statue in the cold wind.

She just got up, and he hasn't come yet, right?

He probably didn't see anything, right?!

Yin Qingyou sniffed, then stood up helplessly, wrapped her hair in a handkerchief, and went to the kitchen.

I'm so hungry!

Mingming ate a lot last night.

She glanced at the pig's trotter jelly that she had asked someone to prepare while she was cooking.

Now that it's cold, and with my own unique seasonings, it's all ready.

It was late at night, and Yin Qingyou didn't want to cause any trouble.

I scooped two spoonfuls of chicken broth directly from one side and started boiling it. When it boiled, I put the silver noodles I had just prepared into the chicken broth.

The noodles, as thin as silver threads, were quickly dipped in the snow-white chicken broth and then ready to serve.

Yin Qingyou didn't add anything else, since the chicken soup already contained shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and wood ear fungus.

Thinking back to how Ye Wuchen was about to eat, there was no trace of aristocratic air about him.

Yin Qingyou immediately ladled out a large bowl of noodles, then sliced ​​the crystal pork hock she had made earlier into pieces, placed them on a delicate white porcelain plate, and arranged them one by one on a large tray.

After I finished, I planned to wring my hair out right here.

But after waiting for a while, no one came to bring the noodles.

Yin Qingyou had no choice; if the noodles were left out any longer, they would spoil.

So, he had no choice but to carry it to Ye Wuchen's residence himself.

Upon arriving at the dining room, Ye Wuchen was not there.

She found the study and there she saw Ye Wuchen sitting, his figure as graceful as a bamboo stalk.

"Your Highness, I've been looking for you for ages!"

Yin Qingyou said something and then placed the food in front of Ye Wuchen.