Cooking noodles is so simple, it should be possible.

Zhao Chuchu is not good at cooking, and the dishes she makes are basically dark dishes. In modern times, she usually cooks instant noodles or buys them directly with money, and basically does not cook.

Although Zhao Chuchu can't cook, she is picky about food.

During the few days since she traveled through time, when Zhang Xiuyuan's family had not yet moved in, she was alone and did not think of cooking. Instead, she took her copper coins to buy food from the villagers.

Therefore, Yuan Ge'er, who has excellent cooking skills, really made her fall in love with him from the bottom of her heart.

After the water boiled, Zhao Chuchu put the noodles in.

After Zhao Chuchu's hard work, the noodles were finally cooked.

Looking at the mushy noodles that looked terrible, the corners of her lips twitched.

It doesn't matter if it's ugly, as long as it's edible.

She lowered her head and took a bite, then spit it out the next second. Oh my god, it was so sour and salty, the taste was so intoxicating.

He must have put too much salt, and as for the acid, he must have added vinegar at some point.

The growl of hunger in her stomach sounded again, and Zhao Chuchu felt grief-stricken. Just when she was about to grit her teeth and swallow the noodles whole, a clear voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

Outside the kitchen, the man was wearing a long coat over his underwear. The bright moonlight shone on the man, reflecting his slender figure and his elegant and picturesque eyebrows.

He tilted his head, looked at Zhao Chuchu with his clear eyes, and blinked, as if asking: What are you doing secretly in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

"Brother Yuan, why are you awake?" Zhao Chuchu was startled.

In the past few days, the two of them have been sleeping in the same bed, and they have gradually become accustomed to it. When they sleep, Zhao Chuchu, who wants to take advantage of her husband openly, always hugs Zhang Xiuyuan.

In the middle of sleep, the person who was supposed to be hugging him suddenly disappeared. Zhang Xiuyuan, who was a light sleeper, woke up quickly and soon found the kitchen.

"You didn't eat enough tonight. Are you hungry?" Zhang Xiuyuan glanced at the noodles in his hand.

Zhao Chuchu was about to speak when her stomach growled again.

Okay, no need to explain.

Zhao Chuchu's cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She was embarrassed in front of her husband.

At an angle that Zhao Chuchu couldn't see, Zhang Xiuyuan tilted his head and pursed his lips to smile slightly.

Zhang Xiuyuan walked into the kitchen and saw clearly the noodles in her hand. Then he recalled the sad and angry expression on her face when she just walked over and understood what was going on.

"Light the fire, I'll make you a bowl."

Zhao Chuchu's eyes lit up, and she asked tentatively, "Only one bowl?" She held up two fingers, "How about two bowls?"

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

"That's great. Brother Yuan, you're so kind."

Zhang Xiuyuan was burned by her scorching gaze and quickly looked away, put on his coat, rolled up his sleeves and started cooking noodles.

Boil the water, cook the noodles, add oil and salt, and sprinkle some chopped green onions on top. Finally, Zhang Xiuyuan fried two soft-boiled eggs and put them on top.

Smelling the fragrance, Zhao Chuchu watched the firewood burning with eager eyes, and her throat couldn't help but roll.

Soon, the noodles were ready.

The distinct noodles, the emerald green onions, and the golden fried eggs, the combination of the two colors looks great no matter how you look at it, not to mention the aroma.

"Eat it."

The two came to the main room, and Zhang Xiuyuan pushed the noodles in front of Zhao Chuchu.

Zhao Chuchu took a deep breath and her appetite was whetted.

She glanced at Zhang Xiuyuan and said, "Brother Yuan, you should eat some too."