After all, Master Mu, who was used to good food and good life since young, had neither seen nor tasted cheap vermicelli before .
Don't tell me that he has never eaten vermicelli in his whole life despite his wealth?
Oh, that is possible .
This is a common man's food . He won't have a chance to eat it as an elite .
She fell silent from the absurdity of this fact .
Placing the chopsticks and spoon on the table, the man predictably took them up and started wolfing down the noodles .
He actually seemed to be enjoying the meal .
Outside the window, sunlight spilled in through the windowsill .
He sat with his back erect . Even while he was busy with the noodles, he was still elegant and peaceful in his mannerism . There was no sound coming from him .
She now fully believed that he was an elite – one who had received excellent etiquette training – after witnessing his behavior at the dining table .
He might be holding the most ordinary bowl of noodles in his hands, but his every action and mannerism revealed an aristocratic elegance .
This sophistication was not pretentious . This table etiquette was inculcated to him for over a decade . The formalities were a part of his persona now .
She pouted dismally when she saw that her share of vermicelli had been snatched by the man . In the end, she resignedly returned to the kitchen to make another share for herself .
By the time she carried out the second bowl of noodles, the man had already finished the vermicelli in his bowl without a sound . It seemed to suit his taste as the bowl was wiped clean without leftover .
She took a look at the bowl . It was really empty . He had finished his food elegantly; no soup stain was spilled on the tabletop .
The etiquette of aristocrats is so tedious, isn't it?
She mouthed the comment inwardly as she took a seat at the dining table . Holding the bowl, she was in the middle of happily gobbling the food down when she saw him eye it .
“This is mine!” she declared unhappily . To be exact, that bowl of noodles he had just finished was supposed to be hers, too .
Seeing the covetous look in his eyes, she quickly shielded the bowl with her hands . She feared that he would also snatch this one, so she warned him, “This bowl of noodles is mine . ”
“Cook one more bowl for me,” he demanded . He had just finished a bowl, yet he was still feeling unfulfilled .
She had obviously underestimated his appetite . He was a man, after all, and had gone without food for a night . It was only natural for him to feel very hungry now .
Her brows lowered frostily, and she simply told him, “Go and cook one for yourself if you still want to eat!”
He looked at her straight in the face . “I don't know how to cook . ”
“You can't cook? Then, you deserve to go hungry!”
She chillingly said, not at all surprised to find his handsome face sinking thereafter .
She was feeling smug inside . After being tormented so many times by him, she finally had a chance to take a dig at him! Thus, she resolved to make him watch in suffering as she enjoyed this meal!
May you die hungry!
She swore at him inwardly with much satisfaction . Skillfully holding up the noodles with the chopsticks, she sucked the strands down her throat .
Sip—
Unlike him, she was not elegant when she ate the noodles . For him, be it eating a meal with or without noodles or doing something else altogether, everything must be done in an aristocratic manner .
To her, noodles were meant to be sucked!
She was really hungry right now and was too lazy to bother about table etiquette and whatnot before him . She stuffed her mouth with food in large portions .
Moreover, when she ate the noodles, it was difficult for her not to make any sound .
He frowned, finding her rather uncouth . Somehow, her eating mannerism, coupled with the sipping sound when she sucked the noodles, seemed to make that bowl of food more appetizing .
Chapter end
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