"Young Master Poison, have you forgotten your duty? Don't forget what you promised my father!"
Lang Xingyue was furious. How could he treat her like this?
Young Master Poison's expression suddenly turned cold, "Lang Xingyue, you'd better understand your position. I promised Duke Zhou to protect you, but that doesn't mean I'm a servant of the Duke Mansion at your beck and call! I'm hungry, so I'm leaving!"
With that said, he left Lang Xingyue behind and strode into the cave.
Just then, Ji Ruyan had finished making noodles and handed a large bowl to everyone.
"Young Master Poison, you're back just in time, here!"
Ji Ruyan offered the large bowl of noodles with a smile and even gave him two buns.
"Ruyan, your cooking is amazing! It smells so good!"
Wu Xingteng was the most straightforward person in the group.
With just one taste, he praised it highly. Such great culinary skills had truly conquered his stomach.
