Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 88 Treasure Fan Romance (21)

Kuang Xin couldn't sleep all night, and she didn't dare to rest assured.

Kuang Xin walked out of the room slowly until Uncle Wu came to ask for instructions.

When he came to the dining room, Ming Zhengyuan, who had been sitting there reading the newspaper, raised his head when he heard the movement, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Are you awake? I heard that you didn't sleep much last night. Why didn't you take a rest?"

"I'm not used to sleeping so late." Kuang Xin said calmly, glanced around from the corner of her eye, but did not see Ming Xuan's figure.

"Why didn't you see your sister?" Kuang Xin asked.

"Oh, Xuan'er, she said she had something to do and went out early in the morning, so she didn't even eat breakfast." Ming Zhengyuan shook his head lightly, and smiled helplessly, "When the National People's Congress is big, the temper is also wild, and you don't go home every three days .”

Kuang Xin raised her eyebrows, and as soon as she sat down, the servant on the side brought her breakfast - a bowl of hot spicy beef noodles with a strong spicy aroma of chili.

Kuang Xin frowned instantly. Although she could eat spicy food, the original owner couldn't, so the breakfast was mainly light and simple. To be honest, even Kuang Xin herself was not used to smelling such a strong smell early in the morning.

In my memory, Ming Zhengyuan doesn't like spicy food very much, where did this bowl of spicy beef noodles come from...

He glanced at Uncle Wu with some embarrassment.

"Miss can't eat spicy food, why did you serve beef noodles? Change it quickly!" Uncle Wu understood, a little angry and helpless.

Most of the servants of the current Ming family have never had contact with the eldest lady, and they subconsciously made breakfast that tasted like the second lady, and it was his negligence.

Mingxuan's confidant little maid who contradicted her last night came reluctantly, took the beef noodles away, and muttered from time to time: "Squeamish and picky..."

The young lady went out without having breakfast. If they hadn't abided by the Ming family's family motto of thrift and the principle of not wasting, they wouldn't have given her something to eat.

The miss likes to eat spicy beef noodles the most. Seeing her relish every day, the servants feel that they have a strong appetite and a good mood.

When Mingxin comes here, he still needs to be trained.

Kuang Xin really can't laugh or cry, is it so popular now that the servants show the host's face?

Seeing that she is exquisite and petite, and her accent is like a southerner with a light taste, Kuang thought for a while and smiled slightly: "This beef noodle is quite delicious, although my stomach can't stand it, but it can't be wasted... how about , give it to her to eat."

The little maid who was carrying the bowl to the kitchen was stunned and turned her head in disbelief.

Let, let her eat?Miss, this bowl of beef noodles is a special super spicy version, where can she eat it?
"Back, Missy, I'm not used to spicy food." The little maid shook her head vigorously.

"Oh? You're the same as me... May I also say that you are delicate and picky?" Kuang Xin chuckled a few times, her tone became colder, she turned to Uncle Wu, "Uncle Wu, in our Xiao's house, the servants didn't touch Although Master Qing's preferences are reasonable, he will never gossip in front of Master."

"Uncle Wu should be more careful."

"I'm sorry, miss! I'm not good at discipline!" Uncle Wu quickly apologized, and at the same time scolded the little maid loudly, "Do you still want this job? You don't listen to what miss says?"

"Yes, I'm sorry Miss... I'll eat, I'll eat!" The little maid was trembling with fright. She didn't want to lose this golden job, so she quickly picked up the noodle bowl and drank a big mouthful of spicy soup.

After eating the delicious and hot noodle soup, the little maid suddenly felt a burning pain in her throat and stomach, and tears and sweat dripped down her cheeks.

Kuang Xin snorted coldly, and watched the play with her chest in her arms. She noticed some hot gazes from the side, looked back curiously, and saw that Ming Zhengyuan, who had been reading the newspaper in silence, had been staring at her for some time.

　I’m different, I love spicy food — steamed buns with turkey noodles

　　
　
(End of this chapter)