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It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when Lu Ling returned to Qinghuawan Villa. As soon as he entered the door, a servant greeted him and helped him take off his rain-soaked suit jacket.

"Where's Miss?" Lu Ling asked.

"Upstairs, after you left, the young lady went up after finishing her meal, and never came down. Mama Zhang was worried that the young lady would be hungry if she only ate porridge at night, so she was making supper for the young lady."

The maid folded Lu Ling's coat, hung it on her arm, and said respectfully.

This is the first time for the young master to bring a girl back, and he attaches so much importance to it. He even went to fetch the medicine in person. The servants in the villa saw it, so naturally no one dared to neglect Xia Jiaoyang.

Lu Ling tugged at his tie, "What did you do?"

"Yangchun noodles, Mama Zhang said that the young lady is still recovering from a serious illness, and eating pasta is easy to digest." The maid replied, bending down to change Lu Ling's slippers.

Lu Ling nodded without speaking, handed the untied tie to the servant, and went straight to the kitchen.

"Master?"

Mama Zhang was busy cutting the seasoning when she noticed someone coming in behind her. She looked back and found that it was the young master who had never been in the kitchen. She was startled.

"Get out." Lu Ling said coldly with no expression on his face.

Mama Zhang was taken aback, young master, this is——

Want to cook by yourself?

"Get out." Seeing that Zhang Ma didn't respond, Lu Ling just looked at him in a daze, frowned, and said again impatiently.

"Oh, good, good."

Zhang Ma came back to her senses, quickly put down the knife in her hand, and hurriedly backed out.

Lu Ling squinted his eyes, quickly scanned the cooking table, and walked up to where Zhang Ma was standing just now.

After 15 minutes, a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles came out of the pot. Under the white noodles were small spoon-shaped green vegetables, finely chopped green onions were sprinkled on top, and a few drops of pure sesame oil were added. It was simple and appetizing.

Lu Ling put the small porcelain white bowl containing the noodles into the tray, took a pair of chopsticks and a small spoon, and carried the tray up to the second floor.

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Xia Jiaoyang was reading a book, lying on the sofa with his legs bent, his long seaweed-like hair tied up, his neck under the light was slender and elegant, like a noble white swan.

"What is it?" Seeing Lu Ling walking over with a tray, Xia Jiaoyang closed the book, sat up and asked.

"It's not medicine, it's noodles made by Mama Zhang."

Seeing Xia Jiaoyang's nervous expression, Lu Ling explained without changing his expression, and put the tray on the tea table in front of Xia Jiaoyang, Lu Ling picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Xia Jiaoyang.

Xia Jiaoyang's complexion didn't improve much because the bowl contained noodles instead of medicine. She took the chopsticks and looked at the delicious noodles with some embarrassment, "I don't like noodles."

"Try it, Mama Zhang is really kind." Lu Ling's eyes flashed, and he said lightly.

Well, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Xia Jiaoyang raised his eyebrows resignedly, and stretched his chopsticks towards the noodle bowl.

Following Xia Jiaoyang's movements, Lu Ling's eyes flashed, and he leaned back on the sofa, watching Xia Jiaoyang's every move from behind, with an imperceptible gentle smile in his cold eyes.

"Well, what are you doing!"

Xia Jiaoyang, who was eating noodles, suddenly felt a pain in the scalp, and her hair fell down. She covered her head and looked at Lu Ling angrily, and asked vaguely with the noodles in her mouth.

Lu Ling looked at the black hairband in his hand with disgust, which was torn from Xia Jiaoyang's bun just now.

"Where is it?"

"Ask your servant for it."

After Xia Jiaoyang swallowed the noodles, her voice became clear. She looked at Lu Ling bitterly, and rubbed the tingling pain on the back of her head.

Maid stuff?

As if looking at it even stained his eyes, Lu Ling directly threw the hair rope on the carpet, keeping away from him.

"so ugly."