My husband is born again

Chapter 982 Sliced ​​Noodles
When I was sick, I wanted to eat a bowl of hot and spicy noodles.

How can this small request not be met.

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

The gold and silver boy hurried over to serve.

"Whatever the master needs, the subordinates will do it." Jin Guoboy said.

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

"Noodle?"

The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads, "We can only cook rice. What we ate in the past was all made by the Empress of the Underworld."

Yinguo Boy poked him, glared at him, and whispered, "The empress of the Ming Dynasty is injured, why are you still cooking noodles?"

"But our master doesn't eat the ones made outside."

"Why are you so stupid?" Yinguo boy was speechless, "Obviously our mistress wants to eat it!"

"Oh, that's easy, master, I'll go to the mortal world to buy a bowl right now!" Jin Guoboy said thoughtfully.

But the master ignored him.

Thinking of something, Yinguo Boy turned around and ran out, and came in with a few pieces of paper after a while, and said, "Master, we are stupid, and we don't know how to cook the hostess's meals. However, this is the recipe left by the hostess before."

He put the menu on the table.

He glanced at Ming Dynasty and nodded: "You are not bad, go out."

Received the master's praise, Yinguo boy blushed with excitement.

He went out beaming.

Jin Guotong followed out in bewilderment, and asked puzzledly, "I really don't understand, why did the master reprimand me when he praised you?"

"Because you're stupid."

"Is my proposal not good?" Jin Guoboy wondered, "Just throw the hostess's recipe to the master? Then the hostess can still eat the recipe?"

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

"Hey, tell me clearly!" Jin Guoboy chased after him.

In the kitchenette.

Pluto rolled up his sleeves, revealing a slender wrist with well-defined muscles and bones. He carefully compared the recipes and prepared everything one by one.

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

He treated the bowl of noodles in his hand as seriously as he was studying the seal of the Candle Dragon Egg.

After kneading the noodles, he recalled the thickness of the noodles he had eaten before, controlled a kitchen knife, and carefully cut them one by one.

Ruan Ling woke up after another sleep, feeling hungry, thinking that Pluto, an unreliable guy, had gone somewhere else.

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

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the door of the kitchen, he 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 with the thickness of chopsticks have accumulated.

"Push!"

Ruan Ling couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Pluto shook his hand, cut half of the slender body in his hand, and broke it.

He looked up, saw Ruan Lingxiao's flower branches trembling, and said, "It seems that you have recovered from your illness, what's so funny?"

"What are you doing?" Ruan Ling suppressed a smile, walked up to him, and looked at him with her arms folded.

"Cut the noodles."

"Is that how slim is cut?" Ruan Ling couldn't help laughing while talking.

"Isn't it so cut?"

"Not without it." Ruan Ling coughed lightly, "But they call it sliced ​​noodles, not noodles."

"What's the difference?" Pluto said, "My noodles are also quite thin."

(End of this chapter)