Ye Wuchen rolled up the things at hand and gathered them aside.

The noodles on the black tray exuded a rich aroma.

The noodles are as thin as silver threads, with wood ear mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and shiitake mushrooms scattered on top.

He took a spoonful of the soup, and it was incredibly delicious.

Picking up the noodles with chopsticks, under the light of the luminous pearl, the noodles seemed almost transparent.

After taking a bite of noodles, his eyes finally fell on the crystal pork hock in the delicate white porcelain plate beside him.

This crystal pork hock is sliced ​​into thin pieces, the bottom is transparent, the meat on top is a rosy red color, and it is covered with fine ginger shreds.

Seeing that it looked appealing, Ye Wuchen picked up a piece with his chopsticks and ate it. The saltiness was just right, and the flavor was somewhere between fresh meat and ham. The umami flavor was very well controlled.

"Wrap your hair up! Otherwise you'll catch a cold!"

While Ye Wuchen was eating, he suddenly said this.

"Yes!"

Yin Qingyou felt that... if he hadn't suddenly done this, her hair wouldn't still be wet.

Fortunately, the kitchen is warm, and this place is even warmer.

Yin Qingyou walked to the side, took off the cloth wrapped around her head, and started twisting her hair.

While wringing the hair out, I felt that things were much less convenient in ancient times than in modern times. My hair was long... and there was no hair dryer.

While complaining, thankfully the cloth was absorbent enough, leaving her hair slightly damp.

With her long hair cascading down her back, Yin Qingyou stood there quietly, holding a piece of cloth in her hand.

As Ye Wuchen ate his delicious noodles, he caught a glimpse of Yin Qingyou standing there silently out of the corner of his eye.

Having seen countless beauties, he suddenly felt that the young cook in front of him possessed an unparalleled beauty.

A smile played on his lips as he lowered his head and finished the noodles.

"Take it!"

Ye Wuchen spoke softly, then picked up the book again and began to read.

Yin Qingyou walked to his side, picked up the tray, and headed outside.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, and she took very small steps.

Ye Wuchen raised his head slightly, suddenly feeling a sense of peace and tranquility.

A smile played on his lips as he looked down at his book.

With a hint of doubt, Yin Qingyou took the things in her hands to the kitchen and returned to her yard to rest, leaving that aside for now.

The next day, I got up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Zelan happened to be there while I was cooking.

"Ze Lan, don't you all need to serve His Highness at night?"

Yin Qingyou asked in confusion.

"Yes, we need to protect His Highness's safety!"

Zelan said.

"Where are you then?"

Yin Qingyou swore that she really didn't see anyone yesterday.

“In the tree!”

Without a second thought, Zelan spoke righteously and firmly.

"Uh……"

Yin Qingyou stopped talking and continued making breakfast.

Breakfast is ready: colorful steamed buns, stir-fried noodles with shrimp topping, and a side of dried ham.

I also carefully prepared a chicken and mushroom congee. The congee was cooked until it was snow-white and soft, and the shredded chicken and mushrooms rolled in the white congee, making it even more fragrant.

After Zelan delivered it to Ye Wuchen, she ate some herself and then began preparing some side dishes.

At noon, when Yin Qingyou had finished preparing lunch, she finally saw three beautiful young women come to the kitchen together.

"You are?"

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