Chapter fifty-five 

Ying Zetian's attention was pulled back to the present when she smelled the awfully familiar smell of her favorite longevity noodles. It was a coincidence that both her mother in the modern world and the mother of the original Ying Zetian also like to cook longevity noodles for their birthday. Although Ying Zetian had remembered the recipe but after the death of both her mothers in the modern and ancient world, nobody could cook this longevity noddle for her.

But it was a surprise for Ying Zetian when she realized that Tang Wudi could cook longevity noodles with the exact same taste as what both her mothers could cook. Ying Zetian turns towards Tang Wudi when she realizes that there was only one bowl of longevity noddle on the table after she truck in. Tang Wudi's realize that Ying Zetian eyes as usual was turning red. And Tang Wudi permanently dirty mind, in his own clumsy way could only come up with one way to divert Ying Zetian.

Tang Wudi with rapid speed use his chopsticks to pull another end of the longevity noddle into his mouth. Tang Wudi could read the look in Ying Zetian eyes and mumble to her to prevent himself and Ying Zetian from biting off the noddle before they could finish in one gulp.

"Ying er, longevity noodles must be eaten in one bite and could not stop in the middle."

All form of habit Ying Zetian could stop herself from following but what both of her mothers said, Ying Zetian will definitely follow. So, Ying Zetian stops any form of protest and gently suck her end of the noddle into her mouth. Ying Zetian could see Tang Wudi eyes turning violet again and watch as if her mouth were a magnet and it is doing a great job of attracting Tang Wudi's lips. Ying Zetian could not describe her feelings as she watched the long strand of noddle was finally swallow into both of their mouths.

It was the first year, Ying Zetian while eating her favorite longevity noodles but do not know the taste. Being previously from the modern world, Ying Zetian had seen too many types of kisses in modern dramas like the pasta kiss, although she has not tried it before. But this was the first time, Ying Zetian had seen a kiss that happened because of such a long strand of noddle. And the strange thing is that the noddle did not break at all.

As expected, Tang Wudi with one hand supported her head in place and another hand pull Ying Zetian into his embrace so tightly it seems that Tang Wudi want to swallow her. The taste of the old chicken soup of the longevity noddle burst in their mouth as Tang Wudi entangled his tongue with Ying Zetian tongue.

The very naughty idea in Tang Wudi's mind let him realize that he could not continue to be in the kitchen. Tang Wudi capably continue to kiss Ying Zetian and use one hand to carry her up in a princess hug. Tang Wudi use another hand to carry the platter that he had placed the flask of melted cocoa and mango cake. Tang Wudi thus skillfully balance his treasure and the food while he rushes into the large bathroom as if the hounds of hell were after him. Tang Wudi had already modified all his properties to have hot spring as after all, he could not know when the opportunity will arise where he could eat his tempting morsel. What Ying Zetian and Tang Wudi did not know is that Tang Ying was looking at the scene unfolding in front of her on the ground floor with a satisfied mother smile before closing her room windows.