Emperor Sovereign's Doting Foodie

So, Murong Xuan just directly took away all of his Agomodo Fruit?

Did you steal it?

Mo Ziming felt that his perception of the world had been overturned.

He suddenly realised, his understanding of Murong Xuan did not seem to be as deep as it used to be.

Stealing an entire tree away from her, what exactly is inside her head?

Aren't these thoughts a bit too bold?

The thing was, those so-called experts outside did not seem to have discovered that their Agomodo Fruit had been stolen?

Mo Ziming secretly gave Murong Xuan a thumbs up.

No wonder he wouldn't starve to death!

It's like asking you if you want chicken or eggs.

However, he clumsily chose to eat the egg. Little did he know that only by eating the chicken, would he be able to guarantee that he would have an egg to eat every day!

Sigh …

No wonder he came from the wealthiest family. His brain was indeed not something he could think of.

Then, very quickly, Murong Xuan and Cai Ling returned.

However, this time he didn't come back alone, but with another man.

When Mo Ziming saw Murong Xuan, who was following behind that man, he immediately frowned in annoyance.

I haven't even looked at you and you've already hooked up with another man?

It wasn't easy for him to confirm that Murong Xuan and Murong Xuan were not really related to each other, but in the end, Murong Xuan turned around and brought back another man for him.

"When are you going to cook?" Murong Xuan's one sentence had already caused the man to ask ten times.

The man laughed helplessly, his eyes full of love for Murong Xuan. His gentle eyes made Mo Ziming feel like a volcano was erupting in his heart.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at, the daughter-in-law of another family?

The bottom of Mo Ziming's heart seemed to be ignited with a ball of flame, he wished for nothing more than to charge forward and pull apart the two people with "feelings for each other".

"Aren't you guys not coming back?" Mo Ziming angrily pulled Cai Ling to the side.

After Cai Ling heard this, she recounted everything that had happened three hours ago in detail.

Three hours ago.

Originally, this place was a desolate place, without even birds pooping. After Qi Yun Peak had settled here, this place had also gradually grown stronger along with the Qi Yun Peak, adding that the fees for the disciples of the Peak of Qi Yun were not cheap, and the places they came to were all decent looking people, this originally barren mountain had gradually become a bustling town. In the end, it developed into the current Qi Yun City.

City, which was specially given to Qi Yun.

Every time there was a mission to go down the mountain, these disciples of the Qi Yun Peak would come down and buy a big meal at the foot of the mountain to relax their mood.

And because of this, when Murong Xuan and Cai Ling reached the foot of the mountain, they were practically unobstructed. Even the attitude of the vendor was exceptionally good, as his gaze upon them was sparkling like he was looking at a purple coin!

Murong Xuan who had been eating tidbits for a few days, finally reached the foot of the mountain. He could find a small restaurant to have a big meal, but the noodles on the table of a certain Young Master in the inn had attracted Murong Xuan's attention.

Just by looking at the noodle soup, one would feel that it was extremely delicious. Furthermore, Murong Xuan was an expert, just by smelling the fragrance of the noodle soup, he knew that the noodle soup was definitely delicious.

"Boss, give me a bowl of noodles that's exactly the same as his." Murong Xuan unceremoniously sat down in the shop.

Hearing this, the waiter hurried over to receive him. When he saw the young master's noodles, he could not help but reveal an awkward expression. "This … I'm sorry, this bowl of noodles was not made by our store."

That side was made by the chef brought by the customer.

"You didn't do it?" After Murong Xuan heard this, he seemed to have understood the reason behind it.

A shop like this wouldn't be able to produce that kind of flavor.

However …

Who did this side?

The broth was very fragrant. She wanted to drink the broth alone, not to mention the noodles that were as strong as instant noodles.

"Young master, who did this to you?" Murong Xuan curiously carried the bowl to the young master.

The young master who was eating the noodles was slightly taken aback. He had already thought it was strange, this girl didn't want anything else and specifically asked for the exact same noodles as his …

Cai Ling sized up the Young Master and was able to tell that he was not ordinary with just a glance.

This person's identity is extraordinary!

The crescent-colored robe looked simple and simple, but the material was excellent. Although the man was a bit sickly, he had a noble aura that others couldn't ignore. It was obvious that he was the son of a rich family.

"Young Master, Little Cuisine is here." From the side, a middle-aged man wearing an apron quickly walked towards the man. As the two side dishes were placed on the table, Murong Xuan couldn't help but take the initiative to pick up his chopsticks and take a few bites.

"Yes, this side dish is sour, crisp and tender. It's delicious." Murong Xuan gave his evaluation with satisfaction.

Having been in the Eight Desolations for so long, this was the first time she met a chef that could make small dishes that were so delicious.

"You made this and the side dishes?" Murong Xuan's eyes lit up, and he stared at the middle aged man without moving.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but have a complex expression on his face.

What was going on?

He had only gone to cook a bowl of noodles and two dishes for the young master. Why was there two more young masters at the young master's table?

"Hey, why are you like this? This dish belongs to our young master. " A young man dressed as a Bookboy walked over, and seeing that Murong Xuan had eaten a small meal, he became dissatisfied.

"Cough, cough …" Cough cough is not allowed … This young master, this dish and this dish were all made by Old Pan. If you want to eat it, I'll ask Old Pan to give you one as well. " The young master who was eating noodles coughed all of a sudden. He covered his lips with his fair and thin hands, as if he was suffering from some serious illness.

After hearing what the Young Noble had said, Murong Xuan finally shifted his gaze from the broth to the man.

Cai Ling was speechless.

Normally speaking, one would look at a person at first sight. However, the young miss's eyes were almost glued to the other party's broth. Only now did she notice the other party's master. Ai … It's over!

"Are you sick?" Murong Xuan curiously blinked his eyes.

Just by looking at him, one could tell that this youth was not going to live long.

"How can you say that? Our young master kindly invited you to eat noodles, why are you cursing our young master? " When the Bookboy heard this, he immediately became unhappy.

The first time they met, he already said that he was sick!

"Oh, I didn't mean that. I meant, are you seriously ill?" As Murong Xuan spoke, he unceremoniously began to eat his food.

These few days at Qi Yun Peak, he had really bored her silly.

He had paid so much money, yet he still couldn't get a good meal. It would be even better if he ate some of the snacks outside.

"Cough, cough …" Just as Sir said, I did indeed suffer from a serious illness. The reason I came all the way to Qi Yun Peak this time, from far away, is to seek medical treatment. " The pale young master coughed softly twice. Although the cough was not loud, Murong Xuan could tell from the sound alone that he was coughing to the point of having tuberculosis.

Judging from the young man's pale and sickly face, he must have contracted some incurable disease.

Otherwise, how could his face be so pale?

An ordinary cough would not have tortured a person to this extent.

"Old Pan, I'll have to trouble you to cook noodles for these two young masters as well." The pale young master had a good heart too. Seeing that Murong Xuan wanted to eat it, he got the chef beside him to make a bowl for him as well.

"I'm sorry, please give me twenty bowls." Murong Xuan smiled and gestured towards Old Pan.

Puff …

Bookboy who was still drinking the broth couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of noodles.

Twenty bowls?

Can this man eat so much?

"Calm down, calm down, I'm growing. I definitely have to eat more." Murong Xuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with eating so much noodles.

In her opinion, she would only grow up faster if she ate more.

Besides, with such delicious noodles, wouldn't he suffer a loss if he didn't eat a little more?

"But young master, I didn't bring enough dough to knead." The Old Pan revealed an awkward expression, looking at his young master, he felt like begging for help.

With so much face, what could he do?

Besides, this young master's physique is so small, can he finish it all?

"It's alright, you have cough …" "How much? Get on first." The pale youth subconsciously turned his face away, on the impulse to not pass the cough to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan pursed his lips helplessly, and thought to himself, this cough, could not infect me, furthermore, I do not seem to be easily poisoned, and also not easily sick ~

Ah, it's good to eat more, it's not easy to get sick.

The Old Pan was helpless and could only go down to help Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan was initially impatient, he had almost finished all the small dishes of the pale youth. Fortunately, Old Pan was not slow either, so when the small dishes were almost finished, he finally brought two bowls of noodles.

The scalding hot soup was being poured into the noodles, and the hot smoke was continuously seeping into the noses, causing one's appetite to rise.

Murong Xuan took two drops of fragrant oil that he had created and dropped them. Immediately, the rich fragrance became even stronger.

The noodles prepared by the Old Pan was extremely forceful, it felt extremely smooth in his mouth, and the moment he hurriedly swallowed it, he would not even choke on it, if not Murong Xuan would have choked on his tears long ago.

After all, Murong Xuan only took six seconds to finish a bowl of noodles and in the blink of an eye, the bowl was finished.

"This... "Isn't this a little too tasty?" Bookboy looked at Murong Xuan with his mouth agape, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At the side, Cai Ling also could not help but say, "Slurp slurp". It was as if the only sound in the entire shop was the sound of their noodles.

"Is it that delicious?"

"Don't say it, it smells quite good."

"It's a pity that it's not the dishes of this restaurant."

As the inn owner listened to the discussions around him, tears immediately streamed down his cheeks.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have lent them the kitchen. He was clearly here to steal their reputation and smash their signboard!

Murong Xuan unconsciously rubbed his stomach. Oh, it was flat, not even a bit full.

She looked at her empty bowl, then looked at the pale young man's bowl, then helplessly looked at Old Pan and sighed.