If he lost his stubbornness, he would still like other things.
Seeing that Song Yan hadn't answered, An Li continued, "If you are looking for a Dao companion, Sect Leader Yu is much more suitable than I am.
I'm not beautiful, and I'm already one hundred thirty-two years old, plus I suffer from erysipelas.
I don't have much longevity left, sir... what do you hope to get from me?"
Song Yan was silent for a long time and then said, "Make a bowl of noodles."
Seeing a flash of anger in An Li's eyes, not knowing what nonsense she was going to say, he added, "For the last time."
An Li bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, my lord."
She turned and went into the kitchen, carefully making a bowl of noodles.
But even with care, her culinary skills were still very average.
Song Yan took the bowl of noodles, grabbed the chopsticks, and lowered his head, slurping as he ate.
