My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 357 is good, I like it very much

  Mu Tianyan, who saw her small movements in his eyes, raised his brows slightly, and looked at her with a smile.

   “Ahem, what, I’m hungry, do you eat anything? How can I do it for you?”

  Lu Zijia deliberately changed the subject and asked with a smile, looking at the small and large in front of him.

“You can do it?”

   “Okay, okay, I want to eat poached eggs.”

   Mu Tianyan and Muruishu said in unison, the former was surprised, and the latter immediately forgot the depression just now, and almost slapped the palm of his hand to applaud.

  Lu Zijia slightly nodded, confidently saying, “Of course it will.” Although it is not delicious, it is not delicious.

   “Okay.” Mu Tianyan’s thin lips rose slightly, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

  So, Lu Zijia took the pair of uncles and nephews, ‘mighty’ downstairs.

ten minutes later.

  Lu Zijia came out of the kitchen with three bowls of hot egg noodles, and walked quickly to the restaurant.

  The two uncles and nephews who had been waiting at the door of the kitchen saw this, and immediately followed to the dining room with eagerness.

   “Master Lu’s hot egg noodles, come, come, sit down and eat it while it’s hot.”

  Lu Zijia arranged the three bowls of noodles, and after greeted the two of them, she couldn’t wait to sit down and eat. There was no way, she was really hungry.

  After this retreat, Lu Zijia felt that before the next retreat, she had to find a way to refine some bigu pills, otherwise not only would she not be able to retreat for a long time, she would be hungry.

  This feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable!

   Seeing Lu Zijia’s delicious food, the Murray book children couldn’t help swallowing, and immediately climbed up to the chair and sat down with quick hands and feet.

only……

   “Auntie, this is not a poached egg!”

  Murui Shu’s little hand grabbed the chopsticks and poked the egg yolk and egg white mixture in the bowl, and there was a little burnt omelette, and his little mouth was picky with dissatisfaction.

  Lu Zijia swallowed the noodles in his mouth and rolled his eyes at him unceremoniously, “If you have something to eat, it’s already good. No wonder you are so picky, you are as thin as a pole.”

  After finishing speaking, Lu Zijia continued to lower his head to eat noodles, not paying attention to the meaning of the children from Muruishu.

   “Huh! I’m not like a pole, bad aunt.”

  Muruishu’s children were disgusted, but they were not at all ambiguous in their actions. They ate the hot egg noodles cooked by their aunt herself.

   And Mu Tianyan first observed the bowl of noodles in front of him, and only started to eat with his chopsticks after seeing that the appearance was pretty good.

  Lu Zijia just noticed his move, and the villain in his heart suddenly became black.

   Mu Tianyan’s reaction was obviously that she was afraid that the egg noodles she cooked would be black dishes!

  In the heart of this man, is she just a lady who cooks only to make black dishes?

  Thinking about this, she couldn’t even care about eating noodles, staring at Mu Tianyan faintly, with an urge to grab the bowl of noodles and eat it herself.

  But the next moment, Lu Zijia’s mood immediately changed from a cloudy day to a sunny day, the kind of sun still emerging.

  Because…

  Mu Tianyan didn’t know if he was aware of Lu Zijia’s grievances. After tasting the noodles with chopsticks, he nodded slightly and raised his eyes to Lu Zijia and said, “Yes, I like it very much.”

  As for whether the egg noodles are good or what is good, then only Mu Tianyan knows…

   “You know the goods.”

  Lu Zijia raised his chin, showing satisfaction, and then continued to babble to fill his stomach.

  (End of this chapter)