Mu Lingxi’s Personal Man Troubles.

Tiancheng City.

Dragon's Ramen House, a bustling ramen joint.

Mu Lingxi sat on a stool.

*slurp* *slurp*

She was buried in a bowl of ramen, using chopsticks to sweep noodles into her mouth and slurping down the broth whole. While others around her were also eating, most of the men had stopped when they noticed how Mu Lingxi gulped down her ramen like it was water.

Suddenly, Shu Fu, the hefty elderly chef, emerged from behind the counter and glanced at Mu Lingxi's gluttonous eating. "Eh, Grandmaster Mu, is everything alright?"

Mu Lingxi nodded, noodles still hanging from her mouth as she replied, "Yes, all good," before diving back into her meal.

Stupid Yang Wei! He's really stressing me out. It's hard to believe he's more fixated on women who can cook? I can't imagine that's his only criterion for a good wife. Maybe that's why he's so close to Lin'er, even letting her cook for him and worse... feed him.