She did not know what was going on either. It was obviously very ordinary noodles, but why did it smell so nice when he had made it personally? It was so delicious that she wanted to swallow it all.
The bowl of noodles was gone before she could even savor it.
Yan Yuanfei smiled at her, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of a smile. "There's more in the pot. I'll get you another bowl."
Wen Ruoshui was about to say no when the man's fair hand took the bowl in front of her. He stood up naturally and entered the kitchen.
For a moment, she wondered if this was her house or his house. Why didn't he have any self-awareness as a guest?
It was as if her house was his.
Yan Yuanfei quickly came out with the noodles and placed the bowl in front of her. He pointed at her and then at the corner of his mouth. "Soup."