Chapter 14 Hot Noodle Soup

Pu Qiongzhi was having a meal when she looked up and found her husband standing in front of her.

"..." She swallowed the meatball in her mouth and realized that he had returned early. "Uncle, have you not eaten yet?"

Nangong Hua's eyes fell on the several plates of side dishes on the table. The amount was just enough for her to eat.

"I've used it." He lied calmly and turned to go to the study.

In his previous life, he had only eaten at the Ninth Prince's banquet a few times and knew that the table full of delicacies from land and sea were prepared by her.

Thinking of the variety of breakfast, he realized that the other party had made so much just to please him.

However, at this time he was already starving and didn't know what to do.

Nangong Hua's eyes fell on the snacks on the table beside him that he never touched. He grabbed one and put it in his mouth...

This was the first time he had eaten this thing, and he didn't expect it to be so choking.

Not only does it taste sweet, but once you take a bite it all turns into powder and goes straight down your throat.

"Cough, cough..." Nangong Hua quickly reached out to grab the teapot on the table and drank half a pot of tea before he recovered.

The hunger was not relieved, but instead spread more violently.

It’s not that he didn’t want to serve the meal, but he was worried that his wife would feel embarrassed, so he just endured it and let it go.

Nangong Hua picked up a book and flipped through two pages randomly, then reached out for some snacks again.

This time, he had learned his lesson, so he ate slowly, bite by bite.

He quickly drank the whole pot of tea.

"Qing Xu, add more tea."

Pu Qiongzhi had just walked to the door of the study, wanting to hear what the uncle was doing, when she heard him ask the servant to add more tea.

She looked at Qingxu, the servant waiting beside her, and motioned him to open the door.

Qingxu, this silly boy, completely didn't understand what the look his mistress gave him and the doorman meant.

He just stared at the bowl of noodle soup on the tray in Pu Qiongzhi's hand.

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, Nangong Hua opened the study door and said, "Qing Xu? What are you doing?"

When he opened the door and saw her standing there, Nangong Hua was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Uncle, I learned to make a bowl of noodles. I wonder if you could help me try it?" As soon as Pu Qiongzhi saw him, she seemed to see some hope in her eyes, making people believe that she really came to him for help.

Nangong Hua looked at the bowl of watery noodles with a burning gaze and agreed to help. "Okay."

Although it was said that Pu Qiongzhi cooked the noodles, in fact the soup base was the broth prepared by the cook she brought with her, and the noodles were also ready-made. She just put the noodles into the pot.

However, according to Pu Qiongzhi's understanding, she asked someone to draw the pattern, bought the fabric, found someone to dye it, and asked an embroiderer to embroider it. The final finished garment was considered to be made by her personally!

What's more, she had already made the noodles herself, so she felt no guilt in saying this.

Nangong Hua looked at the bowl of noodles and felt like it was a blessing after a long drought!

Finally, he doesn't have to eat small, choking pastries anymore!

Before Pu Qiongzhi could say anything encouraging, he picked up the bowl and started eating.

In no time, he drank up the noodles and soup under Pu Qiongzhi's gaze.

Then, he stiffened his neck and commented, "It tastes okay."

In fact, he loves it so much... He feels that he is the happiest person right now!

In his previous life, he had also seen her cook for the Ninth Prince.

He recognized it at a glance. It was made by her cook, Granny Qian, two days ago.

But he felt that this bowl of noodles was a little undercooked, which must have been made by her personally.

Pu Qiongzhi looked at the bowl without a drop of soup left and was silent for a moment.

This... doesn't look like it tastes good.

However, she knew a bit about her uncle's temper from the little details.

A gentleman is slow to speak but quick to act, and he is not deceiving me.

After a bowl of hot noodle soup, Nangong Hua felt full and said, "I went to pick up my third brother today."

"He... is a scoundrel. You don't need to pay any attention to him, let alone give him any money!"

Pu Qiongzhi's eyebrows curved.

Why does he always have this attitude towards his family members?

She ignored this and dealt with that casually, as if she was afraid that her family would cause trouble for her.

However, before Nangong Hua could finish his words, a lazy voice came from the door.

"Second brother, I'm starving! Why hasn't the mansion even prepared any food? Am I still the third son of this family?"

Pu Qiongzhi looked over and saw a face that looked three-quarters like Nangong Hua appear at the door.

"Sister-in-law!!!" When he saw Pu Qiongzhi, his eyes lit up and his voice became a little louder.

Pu Qiongzhi put on a fake smile to greet guests, "Is this Third Uncle?"

"Yes, sister-in-law." Seeing her like this, the heat in Nangong Xue's eyes instantly faded a little.

He turned his gaze to the shiny bowl on the table and muttered, "Second brother, you are too stingy as the head of the family."

"Why are two people sharing a bowl of noodles? Did you squander the Earl's fortune so quickly?"

Then, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes became ambiguous, "Could this be the boudoir pleasure for you two?"

"..." Nangong Hua's face was already frighteningly dark, "Nangong Xue!"

After being yelled at by him, Nangong Xue scratched her ears and shrugged, "I married a fairy, but I can't even joke or say a few words."

"Sister-in-law, I'm so hungry. Can you please give me a simple meal?" He asked with an exaggerated tone and a smile as he approached Pu Qiongzhi.

Nangong Hua picked up a piece of cake from the plate beside him and stuffed it into his mouth. "Go find Uncle Yang! Do you think I can starve you to death?"

"My health isn't as good as yours, second brother... I haven't eaten a single grain of rice in two or three hours. You can have noodles but I can't go hungry?" Nangong Xue looked a little aggrieved. She turned around and raised her hand, "If you want to find Uncle Yang, then find Uncle Yang!"

As he spoke, he chewed the cake in his mouth, then looked strange and spat into the spittoon beside him.

"Brother, how long have you kept this pastry? It's an old bone, and it looks older than me when I chew it... It's really choking!"

He smacked his lips in disgust, then shook his head and walked away like a starving ghost.

"Uncle Yang! Where are you? I'm so hungry!!"

“…”

He left the stage gracefully, leaving the two people looking at each other in embarrassment.

"My Lord, this pastry... hasn't been changed for a long time? It's all because of my lack of strict management that I failed to notice it." In order to avoid embarrassing Lord Gongning, Pu Qiongzhi took the lead in taking the blame.

"I will definitely discipline these people and ensure that this kind of thing won't happen again."

"Uncle, you...didn't eat this snack?"

After asking, Pu Qiongzhi was a little uncertain because Earl Gong Ning was silent.

"I don't like sweet cakes, so don't serve them to her from now on." Nangong Hua held it in for a long time, and didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he just said this.

Hearing him say this, Pu Qiongzhi smiled and responded, "I remember."