Two older men and a kid were covered in flour from head to toe.
Ye Wangchuan was very handsome, so it was impossible for him to look pathetic. The kid also looked cute and loving. At most, they had gotten some flour on them.
The most pathetic one was Jiang Li!
His precious—can not be touched by others—hair looked as messy as a bird's nest. The flour was so thick that his hair color couldn't be seen anymore, and there was flour all over his neck and face.
His handsome image was ruined!
Qiao Nian smiled as she contemplated whether they were making noodles or destroying the kitchen.
Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened.
"Nian Nian, you're awake?" Jiang Li didn't think much of his current appearance. He held onto a string of noodles excitedly and walked quickly towards the dining table. "You woke up at the right time. The noodles are just ready and piping hot. Come give it a try!"
