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After feeding Anan, Xiangyi went into the kitchen to get busy.

The noodles are made of handmade buckwheat noodles, which are rich in protein, vitamins, etc., and are not easily converted into fat in the body.

After the soba noodles are cooked, soak them in cold water for a while to make them chewier.

At the same time, Xiangyi took out the sour plum soup that she had cooked in the morning from the refrigerator, put it in a transparent kettle, and took it out together.

In the pavilion, Yan Zhenhua was panting as he ate. The food became spicier and spicier, but the spicier it got, the more he wanted to eat. His throat was almost burning, but his hands honestly refused to stop.

Seeing the sour plum soup in Xiangyi's hand, Yan Zhenhua's eyes lit up: "Little girl, you didn't make this yourself, did you?"

Xiangyi poured him a cup, sprinkled some osmanthus on it, and then answered in a gentle voice: "Well, it's made with black plums, hawthorns, tangerine peels, licorice, and rock sugar. It's just been taken out of the refrigerator, so it's a little cold. Please drink it slowly."

Yan Zhenhua couldn't wait to taste it. The iced sour plum soup was sour and sweet, and the fragrance of osmanthus seemed to linger between his lips and teeth. His throat, which was smoking just now, felt much more soothed after he drank a few sips.

At this time, Xiangyi also used a serving chopstick to mix the buckwheat noodles in the crayfish broth. In order, she served a bowl to Yan Zhenhua first, and then served a bowl of non-spicy noodles to Shi Sui.

Yan Nai ate fried tomato and eggs for a long time, but not only did his mouth have no taste, but he was also not very hungry. Boys of this age are just able to eat, but after eating most of the plate of fried tomato and eggs, he still felt hungry.

He eagerly hoped that Xiangyi would serve him a bowl of noodles and persuade him enthusiastically, then he would... just eat one bowl reluctantly! Just one bowl!

This is just a recognition of her cooking skills, and it definitely does not mean to forgive her!

Unexpectedly, Xiangyi served the third bowl to herself, then put down her chopsticks and glanced at Yan Nai calmly: "This is soba noodles, I don't know if you can eat it, you can serve yourself some and try it."

Her attitude wasn't actually cold, but Yan Nai was inexplicably timid, "I... I'm not hungry."

"Oh." Xiangyi lowered her head and started eating.

Weak, helpless and pitiful Yan Nai: "..."

He felt like there were eight big words written on Xiangyi's head: Eat it if you want, or not. If you don't want to eat it, forget it.

If someone else were here, they might care about Yan Nai.

But Yan Zhenhua was very carefree and just ate by himself. Shi Sui seemed gentle, but he was very tactful when dealing with people, and he would never meddle in other people's affairs.

Therefore, during this meal, the more delicious and full Yan Zhenhua ate, the more painful and hungry Yan Nai felt...

"Burp..." Yan Zhenhua burped after eating and drinking his fill.

Shi Sui also put down his chopsticks.

Xiangyi quietly began to clean up the table. Yan Zhenhua felt a little embarrassed: "Anai, help your sister clean up."

Xiangyi’s portion was a bit large to begin with, but Yannai didn’t eat a single bite and Shi Sui doesn’t eat spicy food, so there was still some spicy crayfish left.

Yan Nai nodded and really started to clean up. The young master, who had never done housework, was in a dilemma. "Should I throw these away?" He asked Xiang Yi the question, but he couldn't call her sister.

In his heart, Qin Wanyan, who is gentle, intelligent and understands him, is his sister, and Xiangyi...she is not worthy.

Barrage:

——【Ah Wei is dead! The little puppy is too cute! 】

——[Wow, I really want to rub my brother’s face. His little fat is so cute.]

——【Don’t fall! Give me the address and I’ll take a taxi over there and eat it all! 】

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“Ahem…” Li Jianyu cleared his throat behind the camera and said shamelessly, “Little brother Yan Nai, our program team is willing to recycle leftovers.”

"Ah?" Yan Nai was stunned, "This is not good..."

After all, it’s leftovers. Is there really anyone who would want to eat it?