My president is very special

Chapter 9 The Disaster Caused by a Bowl of Noodles

Yan Xilou came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying two bowls of noodles.

Hold the grass!

what are you doing!
Brother!

You, a person with so many billions, actually use your noble hands to cook, isn't it a bit too reckless?

Just when Shi Manyue was thinking about this, Yan Xilou had already put the noodles on the table, took off her apron and sat down.

Glancing at it, Shi Manyue opened her mouth wide enough to stuff an egg, "Eat."

Under the blow of the man's cold words, Shi Manyue retracted her long mouth.

Joking: "I didn't expect you to be a cook?"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Xilou's phoenix eyes overflowed with cold air.

Shi Manyue hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean to laugh, but it's really surprising that a big man like you can cook!"

She was telling the truth, but when she saw the bowl in front of her, she was even more surprised: "Boiled noodles?"

When Shi Manyue was lamenting all this, Yanxi Tower had already picked up the chopsticks and started to take the lead.

Shi Manyue rubbed her nose, stepped forward and pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Yanxi Tower.

"Did you know that my ghost uncle's braised noodles are the best, every time I have to eat two bowls!"

When mentioning her ghost uncle, Shi Manyue's face is always extraordinarily soft.

Yan Xilou just glanced at her and didn't say much.

Shi Manyue doesn't care.

Pick up the chopsticks, stir the noodles, and only pick up a handful of the entrance.

At the moment of entrance, Shimanyue's taste buds and nerves are stimulated...

Because, the taste is exactly the same as that made by Uncle Ghost!
how can that be?

He raised his head and looked at Yanxilou with surprised eyes, "Why does this taste exactly the same as my Uncle Ghost's cooking? Could it be that Uncle Ghost taught you how to make it?"

Yan Xilou glanced over, "No."

"Then who did you learn from?" Shi Manyue asked.

"The ghost learned from me."

Although Yan Xilou said these words in a serious manner, Shi Manyue didn't believe them at all.

"Do you think I believe it?"

"you……"

"What are you! It's obvious that you are lying. Only my Uncle Ghost can produce this taste. You obviously learned from Uncle Ghost and still don't admit it, cut..."

Yanxilou was about to speak, but a strange cry sounded from within, "Hypocrite! Cool! Hypocrite!"

It was that strand of soul that was constantly struggling out from Yanxi Tower.

The soul's complexion was pale, his eyes were bulging, thick blood was continuously dripping from the blood hole on his forehead, and he shouted, "You hypocrite! You have the guts to tell her the truth, you hypocrite..."

"To shut up!!"

Yan Xilou scolded angrily, slapped the table and got up.

Shi Manyue was startled, and the chopsticks fell out of her hand.

Staring blankly at the man in front of him, he blurted out: "Why are you fierce? Even if you didn't learn from my Uncle Ghost, you can kill me? Who do you think, you..."

Shi Manyue hadn't finished speaking when the noisy cell phone ringing interrupted her words.

Yanxilou grabbed the phone and walked directly to the study.

After closing the door, she glanced at the incoming call flashing on the phone screen, her face sank, and she connected.

As soon as the phone was connected, a vigorous and powerful voice came, "Xilou, Yan's family will hold a banquet tomorrow night to announce the return of your king!"

The person who spoke was Mr. Yan and Yan Aotian.

A month ago, everyone knew that Master Yan's car accident caused him to be in a vegetative state.

But now, when Yanxilou wakes up, very few people know about it.

So Yan Aotian planned to hold a banquet to announce the return of his king.

Yan Xilou frowned, "No need..."

"Go back to Yan's house in an hour." Yan Aotian ordered directly.

Yanxilou's face was a bit gloomy, and he was too lazy to say anything, so he ended the call.

At this time, outside the study.

Shi Manyue, who was hungry, couldn't swallow the stewed noodles in front of him.

In order to find out what was going on, Shi Manyue picked up her phone and sent Uncle Gui a WeChat message.

(End of this chapter)