Noodle X Murdoc Novels & Stories

I then took a drink of the noodle broth. Not bad for a commoner's food. "The eggs are too funny. " You just threw it into the pot," Niel replied, and I laughed. "I did put it directly into the pot. That is, by the way, the orphanage children's favorite snack." She then smiled at us warmly, and my heart skipped a beat. I gaze at my twin, who is still staring at Runo. Maybe she threw something on the noodles? Is it like a magic potion or something? What the hell am I feeling? Is this for real?

Murdok did not speak, his nostrils flared, and his chest heaved just before a thunderous roar rippled from his breast as he kicked the untouched tray across the room, splattering demolished fruit over the walls while the tray clattered across the floor before scrapping to a stop. Rori heard the door slam and lock again before she peeked out to see the area once again empty with only herself in it, but it did not last long. Soon she heard the sound of angry footsteps again and the door flung open to reveal a restless looking Murdok with another silver tray of food. This time instead of laying on the floor he marched over to the bed and set it down. Not looking at her, he stomped away from th

“Well, when it comes to my friends I will help them,” “Do you want noodles?” Maddy walked towards me, having a bowl full of noodles in her hand. I don’t know whether she prepared it for me and brought it at the right time. I got no time to think about it when Iam hungry. “Yes, my favourite,” “I made you happy,” she beamed. I kept on eating and watched everyone. This is the best place ever for me to stay in. Suddenly something small knocked on my feet. “Whoa,” I turned back and saw a little android whose height was only up to my knees.

Murong Cheng said, "It just so happens that I didn't have breakfast." He has always been accustomed to being a rogue, Mu Zi felt embarrassed and had to cooperate with his method of eating noodles. Later on, there were really no knots, so Murong Cheng was happy, and at the end of the meal he gave her a hard peck on the lips, fragrant with the flavor of chicken soup. "It tastes good." He said. Mu Zi looked at the complacency on his face, her heart was sweet and warm, feeling that this moment in time was extraordinarily beautiful.

Aunt Jarry came over with the noodles in her hands and said, "The noodles are ready." “Put it on the table." Marco said, took the chopsticks handed over by Aunt Jarry and gave them to Janelle. "Eat them quickly. They will taste bad if these noodles are sticking together." She took over the chopsticks. She didn't have any appetite at all, but she still pretended to eat very well. After eating, her stomach hurt. The noodles were like stones, clicking her nostrils. She couldn't digest them even when they went down to her stomach.

He tried the noddles next and continued eating it with a smile, “I don't like porridge so I'll have your noddles, it's really good” I cleared my throat and started digging into my porridge but before I could even get started, he took the plate from my hands and shoved the bowl of noddles in front of me. “I'm a doctor, and eating this porridge isn't good for you or the baby. Do you want to die?” I shook my head quickly. I didn't know Cameron was a doctor.. no wonder he wasn't scared when that bad man hurt him with a knife. Mere thinking about it, I felt angry at the bad man.

Deep inside Malcolm's heart, there was an indescribable emotion emerging. At this time, Marilyn had already cooked noodles. It was tomato and egg noodles, which took only a little time. She served the noodles and placed them in front of Malcolm. "Mr. Lowe, they are tomato and egg noodles. Get some to meet your needs." Her tone was indifferent, even carrying a sense of alienation and courtesy. "Alright! But are there really only noodles?" Malcolm looked at her, his eyes unfathomable.

He felt like chewing rubber. “Is it good?” Abigail asked again, looking at him with expectation. The smile on her face was still there. Xander nodded curtly while chewing the food. Then his eyes landed on the bowl of noodles. Although he was not sure how the noodles would taste, he expected that they would be edible. He cleared his throat and asked, “Can you serve the noodles?” “Sure, why not?” Abigail chimed happily and served a few spoonsful of noodles. But he was proven wrong the moment he ate it. The noodles were half-cooked without salt. Xander looked at her hopelessly.