The Sword Master  Volume 7: The Howling of the Night Wolf Chapter 2: Looking for the Butler (1)——Instant Noodle Chef

Leton Sexos: Commonly known as the no3 of the original "" tissue. It is prone to anemia during the day. It likes to eat garlic and onions.

His identity is the oldest vampire in the country.

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In this city, people will encounter bad luck every day. It is as ordinary as someone will win the lottery every day.

But just as someone wins the 88-year-old lottery in one breath, some people can suffer from several of the most unlucky things in their lives.

Just like Lingye now.

Ling Ye is a girl who has just entered society this year. This should be her new world.

Now, Lingye is only staying in her room. She is making her best-known instant noodles for four years.

Then, quietly enjoy the slow collapse of your world.

In three months, Ling Ye completely understood what it means to fall into prison from heaven.

Three months ago, the shy Lingye brought her boyfriend in love with her three years to visit her home. Not only did Lingye's parents not make things difficult for their future son-in-law, they talked and laughed with him and were having a happy time.

Two months ago, when Ling Ye, who was taking the exam, was about to announce the good news to her mother, she found that her parents were lying in a pool of blood on the same day. Her boyfriend disappeared.

A month ago, the police informed her of her boyfriend's death. She did not look at him for the last time.

And now, she is cooking noodles.

Not only is it boiling, but it also has a fragrance.

The more lonely she feels, the more fragrant the instant noodles she cooks.

The less she eats.

The end of the day is not known.

"It smells so good!"

Just as Ling Ye was falling into sadness again, a man's head suddenly emerged from the window. He took a breath and said something like this very enjoyable.

Before Ling Ye could react, a woman with a woman's head suddenly jumped out next to the man's head and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and said in an extremely intoxicated manner: "Well. It really smells so good!"

Ling Ye looked at the two of them with a stammer. You know, this is the fourth floor.

"Can we invite us in and have a meal?" The man smiled carelessly: "We are hungry."

——It is difficult for you to refuse the sincere requests of two hungry people, especially if they are hung outside your window.

Ling opened the window. She then found that the two of them were standing on the outer elevator dedicated to the window cleaning worker. She was greeting her with a smile.

So Ling had the first batch of guests outside the window.

"I only have instant noodles. If you want to eat them, I can cook two packs for you." Ling Ye said as he looked at the man and woman staring at the cup of noodles in his hand.

"That's so thankful!" The woman skillfully rolled into the house. Then she moved large boxes into the house from the elevator outside the window.

One. Two...When the woman moved to the fifth box, Lingye was completely stunned.

"I'm right?" The man climbed into the room early, pulled open the seat beside Ling Ye and sat down. He said with a smile: "If you didn't rent those two oil-workers' lifts, how could you bring so many boxes up?"

"It's indeed a good idea, except for the rental fee I paid for." The woman said with a tilted mouth and said with a distressed look: "It's the consequence of your fancy to an iron rooster."

"Ah. Are you still here?" The man turned his head and looked at Ling Ye and smiled, "I want a pack of braised beef flavor."

"Is there a new seafood flavor? You can do whatever you want with Master Kang or Unified!" The woman rubbed her stomach and said, "I will definitely finish my meal next time and then look at the house."

The man and woman who were in the master's voice when they entered the house were naturally Mr. Yan and Wenya. These two hungry guys rented a lift and rose up one by one. Finally, they found the source of the fragrance on the fourth floor.

"It smells so good." Wenya put her head in front of the bowl that Ling had already cooked. She enjoyed the fragrance of the day: "Do you think she can only cook that flavor after adding it to the noodles?"

Wenya raised her head. Mr. Queyan had already followed Ling Ye and walked into the kitchen.

"Dogs can't change their food," Wenya snorted and continued to drool at the bowl of noodles.

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Generally speaking, when you see two inexplicable people climbing into the window and calling the police, you will drive people away with a kitchen knife and a stick.

But Lingye did nothing. She really walked to the kitchen and took out two packs of instant noodles and tinted it and heated the pot.

She seemed to be really preparing these two people to cook noodles.

Mr. Yan stood behind Ling. Rao Youxing looked at the woman busy and didn't speak.

"Hey. When do you want to see?" Wenya jumped in and took a breath of pleasure first. Then she pulled Mr. Yan and said, "Look at this room, three bedrooms and one living room, just enough."

"I've seen it a long time ago." Mr. Yan nodded but did not look away from Ye: "It's really good here."

"Are you looking at the house?" At this time, Ling Ye, who was cooking noodles, finally turned around and looked at the two and said, "I just got married and wanted to buy a house?"

It's not my husband (wife). It's just an ex-boy

"Mr. Yan and Wenya are like twins. The two different sentences are said in the same tone.

Ling was stunned for a long time before she burst into laughter.

This is the first time she has smiled in three months.

The aroma of seafood noodles and braised beef noodles spreads with this blooming smile.

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Not to mention Mr. Yan and Wen have lived a lot. They are the only one who has the ability to eat freely wherever they go. The other one is the one who can never spend all the money. Of course, there are many delicacies they have eaten over the years. However, they are now eating voraciously at the cup of noodles in front of them.

"I have never eaten such delicious noodles before." Wenya still had half a noodles in her mouth when she spoke, completely losing her image as a lady.

Mr. Yan didn't say anything. But he didn't even drink any soup in the end. This is enough to explain the problem.

The instant noodles cooked by Ling are more aftertaste than anything they have eaten. They are unforgettable when eaten.

"How did you do it?" After drinking the last sip of soup, Wenya Zhang Dahao

Jingzingye asked, "What did you add to the surface?"

"It's just the seasoning." Ling replied stiffly. In fact, she didn't know why the noodles she cooked were particularly fragrant, but it started from the time of college. Her "Ling brand instant noodles" is a tempting snack that is famous in girls' dormitories nearby.

Lingye never refuses. She always cooks noodles for everyone who wants to eat, making everyone satisfied time and time again.

Even now, even facing the completely unfamiliar intruder, she still did not refuse.

"I began to fall in love with this Fang." Wen stood up and looked around and said, "Three bedrooms and two living rooms. The city is crossing two roads below. It's not far from your damn hospital bar and club. And..."

"And there is also an instant noodle version of the Chinese primary school here." Mr. Yan took over the conversation and said to Ling Ye.

"Why are there something else here?" Ling Ye said calmly while tidying up the tableware: "But if you want to buy a house, I think you should change it. This house is not that good."

"How could that happen?" Ya smiled and said, "This section is so good. The housing prices are so high, right? Don't worry. I saved a little money."

"It's not a matter of price." Ling Ye smiled bitterly, "Although you are a little strange, I don't want to harm you, son..."

"A person died in this room." Mr. Yan, who had been walking back and forth between the rooms after eating the noodles, suddenly said something like this.

When the water chestnuts unconsciously loosens his hands, the bowls and chopsticks were thrown into pieces with the ingredients.

"What are you saying..." Ling Ye's tongue was a little knotted.

"A woman who lives alone on instant noodles in a room without a photo has painted a new but rough wall. It is a typical recovery period for the injury." Mr. Yan said with a look on his own: "The bathroom has two full toiletries for three people, and one is in a mess."

"I know, I know!" Ya raised her hand like a student who was rushing to answer the answer: "People who have been traumatized will not take into account their own life. So the messy part belongs to the owner here. She didn't have time to care about herself, but she also sorted out the other two pieces of utensils. It means... what does it mean?"

"Guilty." Mr. Yan continued: "The same principle as hiding the photo: she feels guilty. She may feel that she should be responsible for something - something that hurts two important people in her life."

"Two people? They should be their parents, right?" Wenya also said, "But this only means that she feels guilty about her parents. Why would you say that this person has never died?"

"I guess." Mr. Yan shrugged, "Besides this, it is hard to imagine that an accident can leave such psychological trauma to others, but at the same time make others reluctant to leave."

Just murder?" Ya asked.

The couple sang and reasoned together, as if they had completely forgotten that the woman beside them was the protagonist of their mouths.

"...You are policemen." Ling Ye was not angry. She just tidied up the tableware on her back and asked in a flat tone: "Do I know that the police also like to climb into the window and enter other people's houses."

Mr. Yan did not answer. He just made a color towards Wenya.

Wenya nodded and immediately scattered a few soul fragments that could not be observed. These elegant little clones immediately attached to the bowls and chopsticks. The plastic bowls of instant noodles immediately rushed out of Ling's hand. They floated leisurely in the air for a while, and then landed on the dining table. The chopsticks were also neatly lined up next to the bowl.

This move of floating objects in the air really took a good visual effect. Ling widened her eyes and looked at everything. She was speechless: Did you do it?"

"Obviously, we are not policemen." Yan Sheng looked at Ling Ye with a smile: "And, we don't want to buy a house either. At least we don't just want to buy a house."

"We also want to "buy" an excellent chef and housekeeper." Wenya continued: "It would be better to be a housekeeper who owns his own house."

"Who are you?" Ling Ye became more confused as he heard it.

"The person who can help you realize your wish." The gentleman stretched out his hand at her: "Congratulations. I decided to give you a discount."

"By the way." Wenya suddenly remembered something: "Instant noodles. You should be able to cook other dishes, right?"

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In this way, Mr. Yan and Wenya chose their new "home".

And their instant noodles chef.
To be continued...