Chapter 273: Made Longevity Noodles for Her
The three men—two adults and one child—were covered in white flour from head to toe, looking completely disheveled. Calvin, needless to say, looked remarkably unaffected by the mess. Alfredo was also adorable; they merely had some flour on them. Blake, however, was the worst! His usually precious hair, forbidden to be touched by others, resembled a bird’s nest, covered in flour, obscuring his red streaks. His face and neck were powdered white. Myrna’s handsome image was completely ruined! Myrna’s mouth twitched; she seriously suspected they hadn’t gone to the kitchen to make noodles, but to destroy it. Otherwise, this effect couldn't be achieved.
“Mya, are you awake?” Blake asked, not the least bit embarrassed. He held a bowl of noodles excitedly, hurrying towards the dining table. “You woke up just in time! The noodles are piping hot. Come and taste them!”
Calvin pushed Alfredo aside, his disastrously flour-covered yet handsome face—with its well-defined features, deep eyes, and slightly curved thin lips—clearly visible. His voice was low and magnetic as he said, “Blake, Alfi, and I made longevity noodles for you. Since we missed your birthday cake, you should at least have a bowl of longevity noodles to make up for it.”
Myrna could tell from the three pairs of eager eyes staring at her that they thought she hadn’t gotten over the day’s events. Rubbing her forehead involuntarily, feeling a bit helpless yet warmed by their gesture, she said, “Actually, you didn’t have to do this.” She wasn't the type to dwell on a few words from others. It was just that she’d been feeling emotional and in a slightly bad mood, and wanted some time alone.
After a nap, she felt much better. At least, they no longer took the Stark family’s words to heart. As soon as Blake saw her calm expression, her snow-white profile framed by dark, clear, and determined eyes, he knew she had truly let go of Leann’s words, and the tension in the air dissipated.
Blinking her peach blossom eyes, she pushed Myrna into a chair, placed a steaming bowl of noodles before her, smiled mischievously, and said, “My darling little sister, it’s your birthday, and you deserve longevity noodles just like everyone else.”
“Try the taste quickly~” Blake urged, afraid the noodles wouldn't be good. He preemptively shifted blame: “Mr. Larson made the noodles and adjusted the seasoning. Alfi and I just helped. If they aren’t good, just take a few bites and pretend to be satisfied; no need to finish them all.”
Cedric, quietly pouring water for Myrna, heard this and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. He mused on how Mr. Payne had been spending too much time with Mr. Larson and becoming increasingly dog-like.
Myrna had never eaten longevity noodles. Blake hadn’t noticed the noodles in the bowl until he sat down. The thin noodles, soaked in soup and sprinkled with finely chopped green onions, emitted a delicious aroma. They weren’t spicy, but for some reason, they looked very appetizing.
Just then, a pair of forks was handed to her. She looked up and met a pair of deep, captivating eyes.
“I knew you liked spicy food,” Blake said, “but these noodles are made with scallion oil, so I didn’t add chili. I specifically learned how to make them, and the taste should be pretty good. Do you want to give it a try?”
Alfredo also looked at her expectantly. Myrna, though originally uninterested in non-spicy noodles, inexplicably took the offered fork, lowered her head, picked up some noodles, and took a bite.