"Drink this first," Yin Shaojie said as he placed the bottle into her hand.
He then took his hand in hers and walked in a particular direction.
Mu Xiaoxiao's mood lifted slightly, but she still pouted and complained, "Milk isn't filling."
She only realized that they were in a kitchen after they arrived.
This was a presidential suite, so there were all kinds of facilities. The kitchen was an open plan one, so if a guest wanted it, the hotel would provide an acclaimed chef to cook delicious meals for them on the spot.
"Noodles will be filling, right?" Yin Shaojie said humorlessly.
The corners of Mu Xiaoxiao's lips lifted and she could not suppress the smile that bloomed on her face. So he didn't get the butler to prepare food for her because he was intending to do so himself? The kitchen was stocked with all kinds of noodles and Yin Shaojie chose pasta. He then took out other ingredients from the fridge.