Chapter 740 Gold Medal Cook 39

In an ordinary rented house, it is extremely inconvenient to boil water when I go back, and I only take a shower every now and then.

Now there is a hot spring where you can take a bath, why is it not worth going to be happy.

Ze Lan brought her to this place, and then left. Yin Qingyu walked in, and everything inside was good, and the baggage that she had brought before was also finished and placed on the table inside.

Yin Qingyu found his clothes and went outside.

Walking along the mist, after a while, we arrived at the open-air hot spring.

She looked around, but there was no one there.

Zelan also said before that she is the only one living in this hot spring yard.

Although no one is helping her watch, she still can't bear the warm water, the feeling of taking a bath.

Yin Qingyu immediately took off her clothes and sat in the hot spring, the warm water wrapped her body.

This kind of comfortable feeling has not been enjoyed for a long time.

Yin Qingyu wet his hair in it, washed himself, and then soaked himself in it again.

There was still a cold wind blowing by my ears, I raised my head, and looked at the sky, where there was a cold moon hanging so high in the sky.

Lonely and lonely!

Yin Qingyu sat in the pool, the water just reached her neck.

After sitting like this for a while, she went up and just put on her clothes and was about to leave.

Turning around like this... Turning around...

I saw Ye Wuchen standing there with such a big face.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Yin Qingyu frowned slightly.

"hungry!"

Ye Wuchen's thin lips moved slightly, and after saying such a simple word, he left with a flick of his sleeves,

Yin Qingyu looked at him, almost frozen into a statue in the cold wind.

She just got up, he hasn't come yet, right? ?

He shouldn't have seen anything, right? !

Yin Qingyu sniffed, and finally stood up helplessly, wrapped her hair in a handkerchief, and went to the kitchen.

Hungry, hungry again! !

Tomorrow night, I ate a lot.

She looked at the pork trotter jelly that had been prepared when cooking.

It's getting cold now, and with my own unique ingredients, it's ready.

Yin Qingyu didn't want to trouble her at night.

He directly scooped two spoonfuls of chicken soup from one side, and it was boiling. When it was ready, he put the silver noodles that he had just made into the chicken soup.

The noodles are as thin as silver threads, rolled twice in the snow-white chicken broth, and it's ready.

Yin Qingyu didn't add anything else, after all, there were shiitake mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots and fungus in the chicken soup.

Thinking about what Ye Wuchen was going to eat just now, there is no aristocratic atmosphere.

Yin Qingyu filled a large bowl of noodles at once, and cut the crystal chowder hooves he made earlier into slices, put them in a fine white porcelain plate, and placed them one by one on the large tray.

After finishing it, I intend to stay here and wring my hair dry.

But after waiting for a while, no one came to serve the noodles.

Yin Qingyu had no choice but to leave the noodles for a while, and they would break down.

At the moment, I had no choice but to bring it to Ye Wuchen's residence by myself.

When we arrived at the dining room, Ye Wuchen was everywhere.

She found the study again, and only then saw Ye Wuchen sitting there like a bamboo.

"Your Highness, let me find it for a while!"

After Yin Qingyu said something, he brought the food to Ye Wuchen.