Chapter 92: A Thief's TroubleSeeing this, Qiao Rui laughed. Jing Zhongyan was an i***t. He might know how to cook, but he probably didn't know how to make the noodles. The noodles he made were probably only salty.
"Let me do it." As she said this, she took down the made－up bottle, adjusted the taste according to his usual taste, tasted it, and then put it away.
At this time, the noodles had been cooked. She made a pot and stirred it a few times. It was ready to eat.
Jing Zhongyan glanced at her, silently took the noodles out, and sat down on the sofa.
Qiao Rui followed him out, sat on the ground, held the kitten in her arms, and lowered her head to tease it.
Jing Zhongyan took two bites and looked at her. "What's its name?"
"Ah." Qiao Rui immediately looked up at him and said, "Oh, I
