The whole chicken was boiled in water. After more than an hour, the bubbling sound of the boiling water and the rich aroma of the soup, along with the steam, began to rise little by little.

I took a photo with my phone and sent it to Caleb:

[Guess what's inside?]

In a second Caleb replied: "Chicken soup? Could it be shredded chicken noodles?"

[Really not a Manchu-Han feast? I could try it too.]

[I'm afraid you'll get tired.]

She didn't reply. She took out ready-made noodles from the fridge, boiled them in water first, then drained the water and poured the chicken soup in to cook the noodles.

A pot of thick chicken soup noodles wafts through the air, and whether the shredded chicken noodles are delicious or not depends on this pot of chicken soup.

"madam, if you want to have shredded chicken noodles, actually just let the kitchen make them." " The servant, afraid of burning Diana, hurriedly served her out.

Diana didn't allow it and didn't speak. Of course she wouldn't say because she had promised Caleb to make him shredded chicken noodles, and Caleb had asked her to check if her daily diet had been tampered with, causing her to have a large amount of the new virus in her body.

If someone else does it, she fears it will deepen the poison in her body, and then it won't be as simple as a change in personality or partial loss of memory.

Caleb said that if it was serious, she would die.

A chill welled up in her eyes as she looked at the steaming noodle soup, which, to her surprise, was made for the first time and looked good.

Just as she pulled out her phone to take a photo and send it to Caleb, a voice rang behind her.

"What again?"

She quickly put her phone away without leaving a trace, and a distinctive vanilla scent wafted from behind, then crashed into a solid chest.

The man naturally reached around her waist: "Shredded chicken noodles?"

Diana motioned for the servant to take the noodles out, and she tried to break free from his arms, only to find that he had intensified his hand...

"The servant said you made shredded chicken noodles for me?"

"No." Diana turned coldly and leaned back against the kitchen counter, her hand consciously resting on the man's shoulder, in a gesture that refused to approach but remained ambiguous.

"I'll ask the cook to do it for you." Saying that, he turned his head to call the cook who was picking vegetables beside him, but in the next second, his chin was pulled back.

"I want you to do it."

"My cooking is so bad that I'm afraid Mr. Alaric will have diarrhea if I eat it."

"Not willing?"

Diana gave a sarcastic smile and said, "Do I have a reason to be willing?"

Alaric half-narrowed his eyes, a playful laugh unrestrained, and this distant attitude again?

In fact, he did not like the way women treated him, being indifferent and often giving sarcastic smiles, but if it was Diana, it made him more and more interested in teasing.

He leaned towards Diana and pressed her down on the operating table, saying, "Try it here?"

"Shameless!" Push him away: "Get out of the way! I'll do it for you."

Alaric stood behind her for a moment, straining to press down the heat that had been stirred up. This damned woman, he frowned, had never been so eager in more than twenty years...

At this moment, the footsteps in the restaurant grew closer and closer, and soon came Mrs. Rosa's voice: "When did the House of Owen end up having shredded chicken noodles for dinner?"

The servant replied nervously, "It was the young lady who was unwell and wanted to eat shredded chicken noodles, so she cooked them herself."

"She did have that skill, and the house smelled like chicken soup." Saying this, she took out a silk scarf and covered her nose with disdain: "It's not greasy to eat this when sick."

"This..."

"Take it out and pour it out."

“……”

"I'm having noodles today." Alaric walked out of the kitchen upon hearing the sound.

"Alaric, the cook has prepared your nutrition meal... It's better to eat less of this greasy noodle soup."

The ingredients used by House of Owen are of course the best of the best, except for some that are high in nutrition and low in fat, they are all top-quality materials, Italian truffles, Emmas caviar, Japanese red matsutake mushrooms...

Chicken soup, though nutritious, is too greasy for Alaric...

"I want noodles today." Having said that, he stepped over to his seat.

He gave Mrs. Rosa a casual glance and asked, "Why doesn't Mrs. Rosa sit down?"

The servant had already placed the shredded chicken noodles in front of Alaric, put away the knife and fork, and replaced them with spoons and chopsticks.

When Mrs. Rosa heard Alaric call her, she gracefully walked over to the seat opposite Alaric:

"Grandpa is coming over for dinner today. Prepare the tableware for him and wake up a fine bottle of wine. There is a distinguished guest today."

The servant replied yes and went back to the cellar to fetch the wine.

"What distinguished guest?"

"Grandpa played chess with the president for two days before coming back and said he would bring a distinguished guest to his home."

The servant helped Diana bring the freshly made noodles to the seat next to Alaric, and Lillian was opposite her.

"The noodles are so fragrant. If I hadn't been on a diet recently, I would have wanted a bowl too. But there are important guests coming today. It doesn't seem right to just have shredded chicken noodles, does it? Grandma?"

Diana replied with a smile. The two of them were really good at acting. One had been saying in the afternoon that the family would punish her, and the other had wished to whip her. Now it seemed as if nothing had happened.

She still showed the grace of a noble lady.

But Lillian rolled her eyes and glared at her from time to time, and she caught them and accepted them for the time being.

Since hearing the conversation between Lillian and Alaric, I knew Lillian was just a cannon fodder, but I didn't feel any more sympathy for her because of that.

She is no longer the Diana she used to be, able to endure.

Lillian deliberately tampered with her dress and framed her, fell down the stairs and testified against her, and thus Mrs. Rosa was extremely disgusted with her. She remembers all these things very clearly...

As soon as Lillian finished speaking, there was a rustling sound at the door. Grandpa, taking off his coat and handing it to the servant, came in: "Chicken soup tonight?"

It's Diana. She's not feeling well and insists on having some shredded chicken noodles... When Mrs. Rosa saw her grandfather return, she made a complaint.

"It's important to take good care of your health."

Diana had no intention of listening to what they were saying, but had been looking at the man behind her since her grandfather came in.

Alaric frowned slightly when he saw the distinguished guest his grandfather was talking about, and immediately gave off an air of danger.

He had put his arm on the back of Diana's chair at some point, seemingly casual, but more like a declaration of sovereignty.

"Come on, Caleb, it's a simple meal, don't mind." Then he introduced Caleb to the others: "My gout flared up and Caleb happened to be free, so I asked him to come over. Strangely enough, it was Caleb who could cure my illness."

Caleb looked at Diana as if he had just undergone a major operation and had been working non-stop before catching his breath. Seeing her learning to make shredded chicken noodles, he called his grandfather immediately.

He couldn't get into the House of Owen by himself, but he could do it through Grandpa.

Just for a bowl of shredded chicken noodles, this is probably the craziest and most shameless thing he has ever done in his life.

It was only a long time later that he realized it was just the beginning...