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

to make

Myrna could tell

they must have thought she hadn't moved on from the events of the

my forehead involuntarily, feeling a bit helpless, but my heart

that at that time, she was feeling emotional and in a slightly bad mood, and wanted to be alone for a while. After taking

least, they no longer took to heart what the Stark family

dark eyes full of clarity and determination, he knew that she truly didn't take Leann's words to heart, and the weight that had been hanging in

a steaming bowl of noodles in front of her, smiling mischievously and saying, "My darling little sister, it's your birthday and you deserve to have longevity noodles just

afraid that the taste would not be good, so he preemptively shifted the 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

water for

causing the corners of his mouth

spending too much time with Mr. Larson and becoming

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had never eaten