Chapter 238: Chapter 238

"Okay, I’ll listen to anything you say," Qi Longbing said with a smile.

Hua Xiaomo adjusted the paint box with both hands.

Seeing her methodical movements, Qi Longbing chuckled, "Do you really enjoy messing with the paint box?"

Hua Xiaomo looked at him, a sly spark in her eyes. "I enjoy painting for you even more."

"Is that so?" Qi Longbing laughed again.

Hua Xiaomo, still wearing her habitual faint smile, felt a jolt as she watched him step back onto the couch. I should take a photo, she thought, but taking it right in front of him likely isn’t a good opportunity. It could backfire and trigger his various sensitivities. So, all this has to be done mainly through secretive photography. If only I had that Butterfly’s Smiling Needle Camera, then snapping a photo of him right now would be a piece of cake.

As Hua Xiaomo thought, a mischievously light and sinister feeling seeped from her heart. Quickly, one hand pulled away the canvas covering the easel in front of her.

She looked at the incomplete painting on it. She had started it for him during her previous visit to the tower but had been too nervous then, ruining the piece.

Hua Xiaomo quickly replaced it with a new sheet of paper and took up her brush; this time, she had to complete it in one go.

Gazing at the seductively posed man lying on the couch, her entire focus deepened, as painting required undivided attention.

Alright, she resolved, this time I intend not only to create a complete portrait of him but also to achieve my goal, no matter what means I have to employ.

A silent laugh crept from the depths of Hua Xiaomo’s heart, carrying a faint sense of sorrow, unintentional yet genuinely present.

Qi Longbing watched her from not too far away, utterly mesmerized. Seeing her paint for him again, with her hand sometimes raising high, sometimes dipping low, and her expression of intense concentration, was truly admirable. He could fully imagine how, under her touch, he was gradually being depicted.

Indeed, this time Hua Xiaomo worked steadily, each stroke filled with spirit. Beholding such a painting, Hua Xiaomo suddenly felt it would be a great pity not to take this portrait with her when she left.

Hua Xiaomo painted with deep concentration. After an indeterminate amount of time, the painting was finally complete. Suddenly, it felt more meaningful to her, and she realized she was starving. So, she looked at Qi Longbing and said, "Qi Longbing, I’m feeling a bit hungry. How about I make us something to eat? I’ll cook us some noodles, okay? I’m craving noodles myself. I think the beef and egg noodles I made last time were delicious. What do you think?" Hua Xiaomo asked with a smile, reminiscing about the beef and egg noodles she had prepared for him before, which he had praised. With that memory in mind, she wanted to make him some more noodles to enjoy.

To be honest, she might not be skilled at cooking anything else, but her noodle-making was exceptional. She was quite adept at making noodles, and they were very tasty. This was a skill taught by her mother, who always said cooking was too bothersome and that making noodles was much more convenient.

Moreover, noodles are easy to digest and very nutritious. Eating more noodle dishes is really good for one’s health, especially for women—they’re quick to digest and can help maintain a slender figure. Isn’t that what people say? If only one could have a figure like a noodle, long and slender; it makes a person look slim and aesthetically pleasing.

Thinking about all this, Hua Xiaomo was grinning from ear to ear, determined to serve him a delicious bowl of noodles. Well, not just one bowl, since she, too, was feeling hungry. She knew all too well how exhausting painting was. After several hours of painting, if you didn’t eat anything, how could you bear it? So, she was indeed quite hungry now. If she didn’t eat something to sustain her energy, she wasn’t sure if she could continue painting. Regardless, she felt she would maintain her spiritual power and present her best self to others.

Qi Longbing observed Hua Xiaomo and could see she looked genuinely hungry. Alright, I believe she’s truly hungry, not just pretending to avoid something,

Truth be told, her noodle dishes were indeed excellent. The flavor and texture had everything one could crave; once tasted, one wanted more. If she could cook him noodles every day, he thought, it would be wonderful. He might even forget what rice tasted like.

"Okay, let’s go down now, and I’ll cook you some noodles. You want tomato and egg noodles? Sure, I’ll make those for you today. I was actually in the mood for beef and egg noodles, but oh well, forget it. I’ll join you and have tomato and egg noodles today too. I won’t have beef and egg noodles today," Hua Xiaomo cheerfully replied.

Honestly, she could make any type of noodles. As long as there were enough ingredients and spices, what flavor couldn’t she create? Could making a bowl of noodles truly stop her? It certainly couldn’t stump her. She felt she was just like her mother! So good at taking care of her own appetite, taking care of herself, and even taking care of others.

She even had thoughts of opening a restaurant. If she opened a noodle shop, it would surely do well. Yes, it would be bustling with customers!

When the time came, she would prepare lots of nutritious food for her patrons. If they left satisfied, they would most likely return to her establishment. Well, these were plans for the future.

Cooking noodles was just one of her hobbies. Her primary focus was her major in fine arts, so becoming a great painter remained her ultimate dream.

Qi Longbing didn’t say much and went downstairs with Hua Xiaomo to the kitchen. There, Hua Xiaomo began making noodles for Qi Longbing. As she headed to the kitchen, she looked at Qi Longbing and said, "Don’t come in; just wait outside. Once the noodles are ready, we can all try them together and see if they taste as good as last time. What do you think, will they be as delicious?"

"Sure, I have confidence in you, Hua Xiaomo. Go ahead and start cooking. I believe this time your tomato and egg noodles will be even tastier than the beef and egg noodles," Qi Longbing said with a gentle smile. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Hua Xiaomo also smiled and didn’t say anything else as she entered the kitchen. Soon, there was the sound of busy cooking from inside. Before long, her noodles were ready. She brought them out and placed them before Qi Longbing, saying, "Qi Longbing, look, the noodles are ready! Try them and tell me, are this time’s tomato and egg noodles as good as the beef and egg noodles?"