Chapter 47: The Bloody History of Instant Noodles

  By the time she lifted her head again, a bowl of instant noodles was left with only noodle soup.

  Look at the person opposite again, he hasn't even moved his chopsticks yet.

  "Aren't you hungry? Why aren't you eating?" Su Meng suddenly remembered a certain bridge section, saying that rich young masters had never eaten instant noodles from childhood to adulthood, but once they ate it, they fell in love with the taste of this noodle.

  The person in front of me is also a rich young master, will he be like what's said too?

  With curiosity, she carefully pushed the instant noodles in front of him: "Don't look at this thing not looking good, but the taste is extremely good, you try it."

  "Really?" with a very suspicious tone.

  "Of course it's true, just try it and you'll know."

  "Do you think I've never had instant noodles before?"

  "Huh, how did you know?" Su Mengying stared at him with wide eyes. Was this guy a mind reader or something, able to figure out what was going on in her head just by snapping his fingers?

  "Just by looking at you, I can tell that you've been watching too much!" Ye Yin Chen Bai shot back: "This thing, I definitely won't eat less of it than you."

  "Huh?" Was I mistaken? Why did he look slightly sorrowful whenever instant noodles were mentioned?

  "It's better not to mention the past." That was a period of time that he couldn't bear to recall. At the age of five, his parents got divorced and left him behind, each taking their own lover abroad. He became superfluous and was abandoned at home with no one to take care of him. Although there was a nanny at home, she only collected her salary but didn't do any work. When she was in a good mood, she would cook him a meal; when she was in a bad mood, she would let him go hungry. As a result, in order not to starve to death, he got acquainted with a type of food called instant noodles.

  He ate it dry, soaked in water, and boiled... He ate like that for a whole year.

  So later on, he would feel nauseous whenever he smelled the scent of instant noodles and would want to vomit when he saw them.

  Today he didn't spit it out in front of her, which was already his greatest endurance.

  "Is your family so poor? To the point where you can only serve instant noodles to guests?"

  "This... Although it's hard to say and a bit embarrassing, Su Mo Ying still nodded in front of him: "Dad and mom are outside, my own money... That day I was angry and spent it all. So..."

  "...The night was chaotic. He knew that this society had a wealth gap, but he had never thought it could be so big: "I have money in my wallet, let's order takeout."

  "Alright... I'll help you order one then." Everything is because of his injury.

  "Two portions, please."

  "I'm fine with just instant noodles."

  "That thing has no nutritional value at all, and eating too much of it is even bad for your body."

  "But I'm already full."

  "Eat your fill and then some!" He imperiously declared, "You are my Night Silver Morning's fiancée, forever only able to eat the best, wear the best."

  "...the eight characters haven't even been written yet, and this guy is already so full of himself."

  He glanced at Su Mo Ying, picked up the phone and dialed an outside line: "Two servings of duck leg stewed rice, thank you." Okay, no free meals, anyway they're not short on money.

  "What takeout did you order?"

  "Sha County snacks, I've had them many times before, they taste pretty good." Considering he's shed so much blood, let's just eat a duck leg to supplement his energy.

  But Ye Yinchen thought differently: "That kind of store is small and dirty, can the things they make be eaten? I don't want it, exchange it for me."