My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 273 Made Longevity Noodles for Her

The three men, two adults and one child, were all covered in white flour on their faces, bodies, and hands, looking completely disheveled.

Calvin, needless to say, a man who looks so good could never be in a mess. Alfredo is also adorable, at most they just got some flour on themselves. The worst was Blake!

The hair that is usually so precious and not allowed to be touched by others is now as messy as a bird's nest, covered in flour, making it impossible to see the red streaks he dyed. His face and neck are covered in powder. My handsome image was completely ruined!

'Myrna's mouth twitched, seriously suspecting that they were not going to the kitchen to make noodles, but to blow up the kitchen. Otherwise, this effect cannot be achieved.

"Mya, are you awake?" Blake didn't feel embarrassed at all at this moment, holding a bowl of noodles excitedly and walking quickly towards the dining table. He didn't forget to greet her, "You woke up just in time. The noodles just came out of the pot, piping hot. Come and taste it!"

Calvin also pushed Alfredo over, his face with a disastrous and harmful appearance, with well-defined features, deep eyes, and thin lips that curved slightly. His voice was low and magnetic as he said, "Blake, Alfi, and I made longevity noodles for you. Since we missed your birthday cake, at least you should have a bowl of longevity

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Chapter 273 Made Longevity Noodles for Her

make up

Myrna could tell

pairs of eyes staring at her eagerly that they must have thought she hadn't

feeling a bit helpless, but my

not the kind of person who would be unable to move on just because of a few words from others. It's just that at that time, she was feeling emotional and in a slightly bad mood, and wanted to

longer took to heart what

he knew that she truly didn't take Leann's words to heart, and the weight that had been

her peach blossom eyes, she pushed Myrna onto the chair and placed a steaming bowl of noodles in front of her, smiling mischievously and saying, "My darling little

blame: "Mr. Larson made the noodles and he also adjusted the taste. Alfi and I mainly assisted him. If the taste is not good, just take a few bites and

was quietly pouring water for Myrna

words, causing the corners of

been spending too much time with Mr.

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never eaten