Kuilin saw the young master eating with relish and praised him, and couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She knew there was noodle in the pot and said, "Young master, can I also try it?"

"Go and go..." The young master seemed to have no time to pay attention to her, so he said casually, and then said to Zhang Yu: "Give me some more, I still want to eat..."

Zhang Yu picked up the noodles again and fed them to the young master's mouth. The young master didn't care about those, and just opened his mouth and ate them.

Quilin quickly ran to the stove and put a large bowl of noodles in a large spoon. The noodles were all hot and fragrant. As soon as Quilin smelled the smell, saliva almost flowed out directly. She wanted to grab it with her hands, and then realized that this seemed not possible.

She then thought of the chopsticks made by Zhang Yu and shouted directly: "Muzi, please make two thin sticks for me."

As a result, this time, Zhang Yu didn't need to react at all. The young master ate noodles while saying vaguely: "You...you...you don't have time to do it yourself..."

Seeing the young master speak, Kuilin didn't dare to say much, so she had to run out of the kitchen with the noodles.

Zhang Yu continued to pick up noodles for the young master. A large bowl of noodles was soon eaten by the young master. After the noodles were finished, Zhang Yu signaled the young master to drink the soup. The soup was egg soup. The young master only took a sip and praised it again, "It's delicious... it tastes so good..."

While she was drinking the soup, Quilin came back with a noodle bowl. Not only Quilin, but also several Indian men and women followed. This was Quilin's attention when he was breaking branches and making chopsticks by herself. These people all came to Quilin to check and soon smelled the fragrance of the noodles.

Quilin made simple chopsticks, and after tasting them, she was immediately conquered and even said that they were delicious.

When other Indians saw her saying this, they inevitably asked what it was, and after inquiring, they learned that this thing was made by a "dumb". Even the young master said it was delicious, so they followed Quilin to the kitchen.

The young master in the kitchen drank all the noodle soup, obviously still unsatisfied, and said, "Give me another bowl."

Zhang Yu also knew that his current identity was just a worker, so he honestly served another bowl for the young master. The young master also forgot about his own stubble and asked Zhang Yu to feed her noodles. The Indians outside were all new, but they didn't dare to compete with the young master for food, so they could only watch it honestly.

Kuilin ate very quickly, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her, so in a moment, she ate up all the noodles.

She held the bowl and came to the young master again and said, "Young master, I'm not full yet. Can I serve another bowl?"

When the young master heard this, he immediately said, "I'm not full now. I don't know if this bowl is enough. You can wait a little longer and wait until I finish eating."

Seeing the young master talking like this this time, Kuilin lowered her head angrily, but her eyes floated towards the pot.

Under Zhang Yu's feed, the young master quickly ate another bowl of noodles, and then asked Zhang Yu to serve it. Zhang Yu went to serve another bowl of noodles for the young master. I don't know if it was because of the young master's large appetite and the first time he had such a delicious food, he actually had four bowls of noodles in succession.

Zhang Yu saw it and couldn't help but talk in his heart, saying in his heart that the appetite is really good, I can only eat two bowls, but she can actually eat four bowls.

After four bowls of noodles were eaten, the soup was gone. The young master couldn't help but burp. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "I'm full now... Is there any in the pot..."

Zhang Yu had cut a lot of noodles into it before. When serving the noodles, he was sure that there was still half a pot in the pot. He nodded immediately and said that there was still some.

The young master said, "You and Kuilin will serve you and eat again."

With this, Kuilin was the first to rush to the stove and fill it with her. Zhang Yu walked behind her. I have to say that Zhang Yu was actually hungry too.

The young master was now full, and she soon heard that there were many people outside the tent whispering. The young master turned his head and the Indians standing outside looked at them, immediately shut up when they saw the young master looking at them, and none of them dared to speak again.

"What are you all standing here for?" asked the young master.

The Indians looked at each other, and then one said, "Young Master... we are watching Quilin eat novel things... it smells quite fragrant... so come and take a look..."

How could the young master not know? These people also want to eat. She turned around and saw that Kuilin and Zhang Yu had already served a bowl, and asked, "Kilin, is there any inside?"

"Yes." Quinin said while eating noodles.

The young master followed and looked at the Indians outside and said, "You all come in and each one serves a bowl to taste, but you can't just use your hands to eat this thing, you need to use a wooden stick."

"Thank you for your young master." "Thank you for your young master." "Thank you for your young master."... When the Indians saw the young master say this, they all became excited and went into the tent and served noodles in front of the pot.

Seeing this scene, Quilin couldn't help but frown secretly. She was not full yet. So many of you came in to grab it. I guess it would be gone when you finished serving.

Zhang Yu was eating noodles with his head. When he was serving the noodles, Zhang Yu had very little soup and served a lot of noodles for himself. He was just worried that he would not eat a bowl by himself, and he would not eat enough at that time. At this moment, he admired his foresight. Of course, if the soup is less, the taste of this kind of noodles will definitely be bad, but for Zhang Yu, he could eat enough and he would not care about anything else.

Sure enough, when the other Indians finished serving, there was no soup left in the pot. These people didn't care about making chopsticks, so they poured the soup into their mouths and drank only one sip of the soup, as if they had eaten some delicacies. They all praised it, "It's delicious! How did this be made, it's so delicious." "No, I've never eaten such a delicious thing." "Me too, it's so delicious!" "Taste, delicious..."...

When the young master saw that everyone said it was delicious, she walked towards Zhang Yu with her hands behind her back. The man came to Zhang Yu, with a smile on his face and stared at Zhang Yu eating noodles.

Zhang Yu, who was eating noodles with his head, naturally found her, but he couldn't speak. Since the young master didn't speak, he didn't need to say anything. He continued to eat noodles, and after a while, he raised his head.

He seemed to have just seen the young master and started screaming "uh" in his mouth.

The young master smiled and said, "Are you full?"

"Uhhh..." Zhang Yu nodded.

"Then let's go." The young master said with a smile.

After saying that, she turned around and walked outside.

Zhang Yu put down the bowl and followed the young master. Kuilin just ate very slowly, because it was rare to eat such delicious food, she had to taste it carefully. As soon as she saw the young master leading Zhang Yu away, she quickly drank all the noodle soup, put down her bowl of rice, and quickly chased after her.

After leaving the kitchen, Zhang Yu couldn't help but mutter to himself. Seeing the young master's smile, it shouldn't be a smirk. Where is she going to take her now?
Chapter completed!