108 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 107

023 Uncle President

“Wanwan, I’m back!”

Su Muyang opened the door vigorously, forgetting to take off his coat, and looked around for Ning Wan, and finally saw her petite figure in the kitchen.

Hearing his voice, Ning Wan turned around and smiled sweetly: “Uncle, are you back?”

The man had mixed feelings for a moment. She was wearing a knee-length blue and white plaid apron, her silky hair was tucked behind her ears, and there was a ball of something that looked like noodles and chopped green onions on the cutting board behind her.Su Muyang hesitated, not daring to step forward, because she was waiting at home like a virtuous and gentle little wife, and what about him?But he was spreading scandals with other women outside.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Ning Wan stepped forward and pushed him out of the kitchen. He smiled sweetly and said, “Uncle, go change your clothes quickly. I’ll make you dinner. Be obedient.”

His hands and feet were frozen, and he was shut out numbly.

When Ning Wan came out with a bowl of steaming noodles, she almost bumped into Su Muyang.Because it was a little hot, she had to go around him and place the bowl on the table.Then he hugged her from behind.

Su Muyang’s voice was muffled, with an uncertain nasal sound: “Wan Wan… I miss you, and don’t be angry.” He didn’t know that he had rewritten her life trajectory without authorization, but he didn’t want to let go of the warmth of returning home and getting rid of her fatigue.

“Why am I angry?” Ning Wan broke away from his arms, pushed him to sit down at the table, and handed the hairpin-flowered bamboo chopsticks into his hands, “Uncle, this is the ramen I bought when I came back from school, kneaded it with water myself, and then pulled it into ramen. I failed during the kneading process.I tried it three times, but the last time it was barely formed, and I failed three more times when making noodles, and the last time I didn’t actually succeed. In order to keep the noodles in the middle, I specially grabbed some dough to fill it up… I’m just waiting for you to come back and cook it for you.”

“Wan Wan…” Su Muyang, a tough man, also had red eyes.He didn’t know why, but his heart was up and down. Sometimes he was as heavy as iron, and sometimes he was as light as a feather.

“Shh… uncle, don’t talk. Eat quickly, or the noodles will get cold.”

“Yeah.”

Su Muyang picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, but was interrupted by her smiling face: “Uncle, this is called longevity noodles. You can’t bite it off. It’s unlucky.”

Longevity noodles?The date printed on the concert ticket flashed through his mind, January 17, and he finally realized what day it was.Ning Wan had been busy for so long after school, just to make him a bowl of longevity noodles, but as for herself… his voice was choked: “Wan Wan, today…”

“Happy birthday, uncle, eat quickly, it’s already cold!” Ning Wan had sat down opposite him, resting her arms on her pillow, looking up at him with a bright face, a little cunning in her brilliance.

Su Muyang had mixed tastes in his heart. He carefully stirred the noodles of uneven thickness on the chopsticks in a circle, and opened his mouth to swallow… As soon as he took his mouth, a strange taste stimulated his taste buds, it was… salty and bitter.He finally knew that Ning Wan must have seen the scandal and was really angry, so he deliberately added too much salt to the noodle soup.The fact that she is angry means that she cares about herself, and remembering to celebrate her birthday means that she is thinking about me all the time. This knowledge makes Su Muyang infinitely happy, and the salty and bitter taste also tastes sweet…

Finally, he drank all the soup. Su Muyang was still smacking his lips. There was a smile on his handsome and steady face, and he said, “Wan Wan, is there any more?”