Morning, the Heir

Chapter 91: Men and Women Have Different Appetites
Translator: Storm in a Teacup
Jiang Hui’s face darkened when she heard the name “Lin Xiaomi”, “Don’t mention her again. She didn’t regard me as her mother and she will no longer be my daughter. Xin’er, you are my daughter. I will treat you better in the future.”

Lin Xin’er lightly smiled and looked at her tenderly, “Aunt, you’re making fun of me again. But if you can only save one person between Xiaomi and I, who will you save?”

Jiang Hui heard that and her face suddenly froze.

*

Today, Lin Xiaomi asked for a leave again, but Sun Ru didn’t ask too much and just gave her some simple editing work, “We’re short of hands now. Do it at home and come back to work early when you recover.”

Lin Xiaomi felt sorry.

It was for the shortage of editors in that office that she could be transferred to work there. But after the transfer, she had asked for leaves frequently.

Sun Ru had a good temper. If it was Wang Feng, she must have been fired at the very beginning.

But she wasn’t a slacker and she indeed had no other way.

The whole day, she bled profusely and her period became completely irregular.

She glanced sideways at the culprit sitting next to her with a sullen expression.

Leng Yihuang smiled and rumpled her hair, “Are you hungry?”

For the past two days, Leng Yihuang had always spoken to her with this pleasing tone, and he was about to get used to her grumpy attitude.

“A bit.”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it.” Leng Yihuang immediately played up to her.

“I don’t want to eat what you buy outside, for you say that’s not clean. I want to eat what you make.”

Leng Yihuang hesitated for a moment and nodded, “Okay, I’ll cook. What would you like?”

“Handmade noodles. You can learn it online and make it for me.”

Leng Yihuang, “…”

Lin Xiaomi pulled a long face the moment he hesitated. Now, he dared not to say no to her, so he just sighed, “Okay, wait for a while. I’ll do it for you.”

Lin Xiaomi then snorted with satisfaction.

Leng Yihuang went into the kitchen, while Lin Xiaomi opened the computer and sat on the sofa, sorting out the information that Sun Ru gave her.

Sitting on the sofa, she could see Leng Yihuang scratching his head in confusion in the kitchen.

It’s rare to see him acting like that.

Leng Yihuang checked the information online. It was easy to making dough but it was difficult to roll the dough into noodles.

Lin Xiaomi looked back from time to time and saw that the man, who used to care so much about his appearance, was with flour spread on both his hair and face.

He had rolled hard to make out a bowl of noodles, but Lin Xiaomi immediately frowned, “What’s this? Carrot noodles? It’s too thick. Do you want to choke me?”

Lin Xiaomi raised her head, and imitated the way he usually made a complaint, “I just asked you to make something for me. But you are so vicious and want to choke me.”

Leng Yihuang was helpless and turned back into the kitchen to continue rolling.

“It’s too thin and all broken!”

“It was mushy!”

“Some are thick while others are thin!”

“It looks bad! It’s hard to swallow!”

“No! It’s too hard. You should have added more water. Why are you so stupid? You can’t even make noodles.”

He didn’t know how many bowls of noodles he had made. Leng Yihuang was upset at the first but now became expressionless.

“How many times do you want me to do it?” Leng Yihuang had suppressed his anger but didn’t dare to lose his temper. His tone contained grievances that he had over the past two days.

Lin Xiaomi didn’t look at him, “What’s the matter? Unhappy to do it just because you failed several times? I haven’t asked you to use a compass to make potato cakes. If you don’t want to do it, you can stop. It’s not a big deal to stay hungry.”

Leng Yihuang sighed. He finally understood why she tortured him!

This girl was really petty. Last time he asked her to make more potato cakes, but now she took this chance to torture him.

All right, she knew that he couldn’t let her be hungry.

Leng Yihuang said no more, turned back into the kitchen, and continued to make noodles.

Lin Xiaomi looked back at him who was tall but standing upright in the small kitchen. It was totally incompatible.

But he was willing to stand her temper. His clumsy action of rolling the dough was amusing, but Lin Xiaomi found it heart-warming. Somehow, looking at the flour on his face and watching him scratching his head, she felt that he was much cuter than he usually was, even he was not cool now.

When Lin Xiaomi finished all her work, Leng Yihuang came out with the noodles; he said nothing, but just looked at her.

He looked a little aggrieved.

Lin Xiaomi pouted, looked at the bowl, and nodded, “Well, it looks pretty okay this time. Take it here. I’ll try it out.”

Leng Yihuang raised his hand wiping his sweat and exhaled lightly. Finally, Lin Xiaomi was not being picky again.

Lin Xiaomi leaned on the sofa like a princess, holding her notebook, and she didn’t need to move, just opened her mouth and waited for his feeding.

In these two days, she ate all by this way.

At the very beginning, Leng Yihuang almost fed rice into her nose, but now he was very familiar with it and his skill had been improved greatly.

“How does it taste?” Leng Yihuang asked carefully, with an imperceptible expectation in his eyes.

Lin Xiaomi frowned without realizing it. The inside of these noodles seemed to be undercooked. The center was a little hard and it was tasteless. She didn’t know if he had put salt in it.

But it was smarter to add an egg, which finally saved the flavor a little.

Subconsciously, Lin Xiaomi wanted to sneer at him but concerned with his carefulness and expectations, she couldn’t say anything harsher.

She nodded with a pout, “It tastes okay.”

“Really?” Leng Yihuang asked with obvious disbelief.

“Well, really, since you did this for the first time, it’s quite good. You are very talented at cooking.” Lin Xiaomi thought that he should be encouraged sometimes.

Leng Yihuang frowned slightly, looked at her inconceivably, and continued to pick up noodles to feed her.

Lin Xiaomi thought he was a little pitiful as he was busy cooking for a long time and had not eaten anything. She raised her chin, “You have some too.”

Leng Yihuang shook his head, “You think it’s delicious. You should have it. I’m not hungry.”

“Oh.” Lin Xiaomi didn’t realize his meaning at first, but when she took another bite of noodles, she slowly understood.

What did he mean by she thought it’s delicious so she should have it?

Obviously, he had tasted it in the kitchen and found it terrible. So, he let her eat?

She had been afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so she said that it was delicious against her will!

“Hey, what do you mean! You think it’s bad but you gave it to me?” Lin Xiaomi was annoyed but felt like laughing.

However, Leng Yihuang said solemnly, “Well, I find it’s hard to eat, but you think it’s delicious. So I think that men and women have different appetites.”

“Bah!”