1novels Chapter 967 Give me a bowl of noodles
Chapter 967 Give me a bowl of noodles
"Peichen, you can't be so impulsive. We've been planning for so long. We just need to let Nie Xiuer confuse Zhao Wangcheng and Zhao Wangxiang for a period of time. It may only take a month to completely solve this scourge."
Steward Chen disapproved of Ruan Peichen's decision. He believed that Ruan Peichen's decision was entirely impulsive.
Steward Chen looked at West Elm solemnly, wanting to persuade West Elm first.
But West Elm avoided Steward Chen.
West Elm knew that her request to Ruan Peichen this time would embarrass Ruan Peichen and the Ruan family, but she couldn't let Xiuer have an accident.
In fact, Xiu Er didn't owe the Ruan family anything, and what she should pay back was also clear.
Originally, this matter of the Zhao family was only related to the Ruan family.
"Chen Steward, it's getting late, you should go to a lawyer to deal with this matter first. Tomorrow, follow what I say now, and don't make decisions on your own."
"Master!"
Butler Chen was really angry.
But Ruan Peichen was equally determined.
"Chen Steward, please do as I say. I know how to go on with the future of the Ruan family."
Steward Chen sighed heavily, but did not speak again after all.
Steward Chen went to work on tomorrow's affairs, and only Xiyu and Ruan Peichen were left in the living room.
There was silence for a while.
After a long time, West Elm said hoarsely, "Thank you."
Ruan Peichen lowered his head and bent his mouth, and said with a relaxed expression: "It's useless to just talk, there must be a thank you gift?"
West Elm was taken aback, and said blankly, "What kind of gift do you want?"
Ruan Peichen let go of West Elm, turned his head to look at the kitchen, and said, "Give me a bowl of noodles, I'm a little hungry."
West Elm opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Ruan Peichen lifted the weight as if it were light, but that weight seemed to have been moved to West Elm's heart. Her heart was a little heavy, and she was... guilty.
West Elm nodded and silently entered the kitchen.
In the kitchen of the Ruan family's mansion, Xiyu only came in two or three times, basically accompanying Ruan Peizhi to cut fruit.
The kitchen here is much larger than the villas in Fanxingwan. West Elm is a bit unfamiliar, but fortunately, everything here is well organized and it's not hard to find.
There was no ready-made dried noodles in the kitchen, so West Elm thought about it and simply took out flour to make hand-rolled noodles.
Ruan Peichen walked to the kitchen door on crutches, and saw West Elm in an apron kneading the dough with his head bowed, with a lot of flour on his hands and face.
Hearing the voice, West Elm turned to look at the door and said, "There are no ready-made noodles. I'll make hand-rolled noodles. It will take a little longer. If you're hungry, why don't you change it?"
Ruan Peichen put down his crutches, leaned against the door and said with a smile, "I've been with you for so long, and I haven't eaten your hand-rolled noodles yet. I'll wait for you."
West Elm responded, bowed his head and continued to work.
Looking at the silhouette of Xi Elm, Ruan Peichen felt pain in his heart.
It was a feeling of possession that was about to be lost, and it was all because he had brought it on himself.
If he hadn't been so proud and prejudiced to go to see West Elm at the beginning, if he had carefully understood West Elm and listened to West Elm's explanation, maybe the two of them would not have come to a dead end.
Ruan Peichen was not hungry, he just wanted to find an excuse to look at her.
Her busy figure in the kitchen made him feel...at home.
After a long time, West Elm finally finished rolling the noodles. She originally wanted to take the noodles to the restaurant, but she thought that Ruan Peichen's legs and feet were inconvenient, so she simply moved a chair to the kitchen.