Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 378 - 376: Eat His Noodles

Huo Zhenyang halted his steps back to the bedroom, his handsome face slightly collapsing, "You are here to repay a debt, not to sing karaoke."

This place was not her leisure and entertainment venue.

Jiayi was startled, "Whoops—" She slipped and nearly fell, thankful for grabbing onto the window to steady herself.

Turning around, she saw the man who had just finished showering, staring at her with cold eyes and furrowed brows.

This man—

Why did he always have to speak up so suddenly from behind! Didn’t he know that could scare someone to death?

She held her breath, her face white as if she’d just been frightened back to life, and mumbled with pursed lips, "...Singing while working can improve work efficiency, Mr. Huo you want me to finish quickly too, right? If it’s any trouble, I’ll just stop singing when you come out, okay?"

She seemed quite unsatisfied with his remark. He jeered, "If it were pleasant, that’d be one thing, but you’re tone-deaf, disturbing people’s sweet dreams, and you have the cheek to do it."

What’s wrong with being tone-deaf? Do tone-deaf people deserve to be mute?

Jiayi inwardly sneered, but her tone remained soft and sweet, "Alright, I won’t sing anymore."

The little woman seemed to have an innate ability to act spoiled. Even when she wasn’t really trying to be coquettish, her tender, soft demeanor was like that of a lazy, lovable kitten.

Knowing full well she was humoring him just not to anger him, Huo Zhenyang’s heart inexplicably softened, and his previous irritation seemed to fade by more than half.

Seeing his expression somewhat improve, Jiayi remembered the issue of her salary and cautiously probed, "Mr. Huo, I accidentally spilled your medicine earlier, you’re not really going to have Sister Hui deduct it from my salary, are you?"

All the tiredness from Huo Zhenyang’s busy day seemed to vanish, and with a hook of his lips, his tone grew teasing, "Ade must have told you, this house isn’t mine, and the servants were left by the former owner. Sister Hui manages all the servants in the villa, and whether or not to deduct wages is up to her to decide, I generally don’t intervene."

Oh right, she’d almost forgotten.

This house, he really had no say at all.

Jiayi grew anxious, "But at the very least you are Sister Hui’s boss now. If you have a word with her, she’s likely to listen, right?" Lowering her voice she added, "Today is my first day here as a maid to repay my debt, can’t you just let it slide? It will never happen again."

Huo Zhenyang raised an eyebrow, "I’ll see what I can do."

Jiayi took a deep breath, a trace of relief crossing her lips. Although this man wasn’t the master of the villa and the servants might not listen to him, as long as he could help plead her case, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Just then, the door was knocked twice, and Sister Hui’s head poked in, "Young Master, you had drinks with clients tonight and probably didn’t eat much staple food, so I’ve made some supper for you..."

Before she could finish, Sister Hui stopped speaking, seeing Jiayi wearing the Young Master’s T-shirt and standing on a chair with her fair legs bare.

Sister Hui’s face changed drastically, momentarily at a loss for words.

Huo Zhenyang wasn’t very hungry, but seeing that Sister Hui had already prepared it, he said indifferently, "Then bring it in."

Jiayi quickly turned and continued to wipe the remaining windows.

Sister Hui reined in her extreme dissatisfaction with Jiayi and brought in a bowl of steaming noodles, "I made you a bowl of noodles, very light, cooked until very soft. It’s better for you after drinking. You must eat a little, otherwise your stomach will suffer."

"Okay, put it down," Huo Zhenyang had gotten used to Sister Hui’s meticulousness and even her nagging during his years in America.

After setting down the noodles, Sister Hui glanced at Jiayi, still wiping the windows, and seemed worried about her being alone in the Young Master’s bedroom as she walked towards the door, looking back several times.

After Sister Hui left, it didn’t take long for Jiayi to finish wiping the last window and jump down from the chair.

Just then, a faint aroma of oily noodles wafted over.

A gurgle sounded in the quiet room, very distinct.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyelids lifted.

Jiayi reflexively covered her stomach; her small face, as delicate and white as jade, had already turned the color of a pig’s liver. How embarrassing, her stomach had actually started to play the ’Empty City Stratagem’!

But it wasn’t surprising.

She had rushed over right after work, and now it was eight o’clock in the evening. She hadn’t eaten yet.

She endured the redness in her face, pretending nothing had happened, and walked towards the bedroom door, "I still have a study to clean, I’ll go there first..."

Huo Zhenyang’s voice was deep, "Haven’t eaten?"

Jiayi stopped in her tracks; her gaze drawn as if by an invisible lure to the bowl of glistening noodles, she nodded.

After a silence of three seconds, he pointed at the steaming noodles on the coffee table, "Eat up."

This man couldn’t be so kind-hearted as to worry about her hunger. Jiayi’s eyes widened in disbelief, "This was made by Sister Hui for you."

His forehead creased, "I’m not hungry, you eat it for me. Otherwise, Sister Hui will keep nagging me if she sees I haven’t eaten."

As expected, he was just afraid of Sister Hui’s nagging.

The aroma of the noodles was tempting. Jiayi decided not to stand on ceremony; having rushed here to work off debts without having eaten, shouldn’t she at least get a bowl of noodles?

Thinking this, she became even more inexplicably angry.

Indeed, she owed him money, but he was the instigator of the situation. If it weren’t for his reneging and teasing her, Zaizai wouldn’t have scratched his car, and she wouldn’t have had to debase herself by working as a maid in his house.

With that in mind, she sat in a corner of the sofa, picked up the bowl, and started eating.

It had to be said, although Sister Hui was a bit harsh on her, her cooking skills were quite good; even a simple bowl of boiled noodles tasted delicious.

On the other side of the sofa, the sound of the woman eating was so loud that Huo Zhenyang couldn’t help but show a hint of an unusual expression.

Was this woman starved and just let out of a cage? It was just a bowl of noodles; no need to eat as if it were a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Jiayi noticed his peculiar gaze but couldn’t be bothered whether he disdained her eating manners or not. She was starving to death; how could she care about his opinion? On the contrary, under his gaze, she ate even more heartily.

Huo Zhenyang’s handsome brows knitted together, his tone laced with a tinge of mockery, "Seeing you like this, one bowl of noodles probably isn’t enough."

Jiayi, unceremoniously following his remark, lifted her now rosy and well-fed cheeks, "Right, can I add an egg?"

His handsome face tightened, "You’re not joking, right?"

Jiayi had already stood up, blinking, "You’ve already offered me the noodles, what’s one more egg, right? It’s just an egg, Mr. Huo wouldn’t be that stingy, right?"

Before Huo Zhenyang’s expression could darken, she had already left the bedroom for the small kitchen on the second floor. She opened the refrigerator, took an egg, boiled it for a few minutes in hot water, and even grabbed a ham sausage on her way back to the room.

In front of the man, she continued to slurp away.

This little woman really had no reservations at all.

Huo Zhenyang watched with no change in expression, curious to see just how much she could eat.

After a bowl of noodles, plus the ham and boiled egg, she felt a warm fullness in her stomach and subconsciously stretched languidly.