My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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

"Cough, what, I'm hungry, do you have something to eat? What can I do for you?"

Lu Zijia deliberately changed the subject and asked with a smile as he looked at the big and small in front of him.

"You can do it?"

"Okay, okay, I want to eat poached eggs."

Mu Tianyan and Mu Ruishu said in unison, the former was surprised, and the latter immediately forgot the suffocation just now, so he was so happy that he clapped his hands.

Lu Zijia nodded slightly and said confidently, "Of course I will." Although it wasn't that it was delicious.

"Okay." Mu Tianyan's thin lips rose slightly, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

So, Lu Zijia took the pair of uncles and nephews and went downstairs in a 'mighty' way.

ten minutes later.

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

The uncle and nephew who had been waiting at the door of the kitchen saw this and immediately followed to the restaurant.

"Master Lu's hot egg noodles, come and come, sit down and eat while it's hot."

Lu Zijia placed the three bowls of noodles and greeted the two of them. She couldn't wait to sit down and start eating. There was nothing she could do. 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, but she would also starve.

This feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable!

Seeing Lu Zijia eating deliciously, little Murray Shu couldn't help swallowing, and immediately climbed up on the chair and sat down.

only……

"Auntie, this is not a poached egg!"

Murray Shu's small hand grabbed the chopsticks and poked the mixture of egg yolk and egg white in the bowl, and there was still a little burnt omelette, and pouted and criticized with dissatisfaction.

Lu Zijia swallowed the noodles in his mouth and rolled his eyes at him rudely, "It's not bad if you have enough to eat. No wonder you're so picky that you're as thin as a pole."

After speaking, Lu Zijia continued to eat the noodles with his head down, ignoring the intention of Murray's little friend.

"Humph! I'm not like a pole, bad aunt."

Murray Book's mouth was disgusting, but his actions were unequivocal. He ate the hot egg noodles cooked by his aunt himself.

On the other hand, Mu Tianyan first observed the bowl of noodles in front of him, and after seeing that the appearance was not bad, he began to eat with chopsticks.

Lu Zijia happened to notice his move, and the villain in his heart suddenly became black.

Mu Tianyan's reaction was obviously because she was afraid that the egg noodles she cooked were black dishes!

In this man's heart, could she be the young lady who only cooks black dishes?

Thinking like this, she didn't even care about eating the noodles, she stared at Mu Tianyan faintly, and had the urge to grab the bowl of noodles and eat it herself.

But at the next moment, Lu Zijia's mood immediately changed from cloudy to sunny, still like a big sun.

just because...

Mu Tianyan didn't know if he noticed Lu Zijia's resentment. After tasting the chopsticks noodles, he nodded slightly, looked up at Lu Zijia and said, "Yes, I like it very much."

As for whether egg noodles are good or what, only Mu Tianyan knows...

"You know the goods."

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