Now that it's a joyous occasion, Huo Yingjie doesn't force himself to think about it if he can't remember. He'll think about it properly after he's rested.

As soon as Huo Yingjie sat down, He Tiantian brought over a bowl of ginger soup, which also contained brown sugar water.

Wang Shuping was very pleased to see that her daughter had thought of everything so thoroughly. Her daughter had really grown up and was now speaking and acting with such poise and maturity.

"Yingjie, it's so cold outside. You should drink some ginger soup to warm yourself up, so you don't catch a cold during the New Year and lose your appetite," Wang Shuping reminded Huo Yingjie, urging him to drink the ginger soup quickly so he wouldn't catch a cold.

Seeing her son staring blankly at a bowl of ginger soup, Jiang Lifang assumed he still disliked ginger, like he did when he was little. But they were at He Tiantian's house, and being picky in front of his future mother-in-law didn't seem like a good habit.

"You child, you're not allowed to be picky about food. Ginger doesn't taste good, but there's brown sugar in it." Jiang Lifang patted her son. "Hurry up and drink it. We can't waste anything, and we can't let Tian Tian's good intentions go to waste."

Huo Yingjie swallowed hard, then had no choice but to bite the bullet, pick up the bowl, and drink it down in a few gulps.

In fact, it wasn't like what his mother and Aunt Wang said at all. He didn't like the pungent smell of ginger, but he couldn't eat it.

His behavior just now was entirely due to his own physical condition. Even though the wind was fierce outside, his body was unusually hot, his blood was surging, and he wasn't cold at all.

After drinking the ginger soup, Huo Yingjie felt even hotter, with a layer of sweat on his forehead and two cute little red clouds appearing on his cheeks.

Seeing her son's rosy complexion, Jiang Lifang was delighted.

But this made things difficult for Huo Yingjie.

Internal heat plus external heat, a double whammy, it's really uncomfortable!

He couldn't just run up to He Tiantian and kiss her passionately in front of his elders.

When Huo Yingjie was pulled into the house by his mother, He Tiantian was too embarrassed to follow him in and instead went to the kitchen.

On one hand, she wanted to cook for Huo Yingjie and make delicious meals to impress him; on the other hand, she also wanted to avoid the adults. Her face was very red and her lips were tight, probably slightly swollen. She was quite embarrassed to be seen by the adults.

He Tiantian brought back ginger soup. She sautéed a little scallion, ginger, and garlic in a pot, added cabbage leaves and stir-fried them briefly, then poured in three bowls of water and covered the pot. Meanwhile, she cracked two eggs into a bowl, stirred them well, and set them aside.

Soon, the water boiled.

He Tiantian put in a handful of dried noodles, stirred them evenly, and then covered the pot with the lid.

Then prepare dried radish and pickles on the side.

Once the noodles in the pot are boiling, pour in the beaten eggs and stir them in a circle in the water. This way, the eggs will scatter in the pot, making it seem like there are a lot of eggs.

Once the noodles are soft and cooked through, you can season them. Add a little salt, some five-spice powder or other seasonings, and then sprinkle with some green cilantro. A delicious bowl of egg noodles, perfect for its color, aroma, and taste, is now ready.

He Tiantian used the large soup bowl at home, filled it to the brim with soup and noodles.

He Tiantian carried the noodles to the table in the dining room and called out at the living room door, "Brother Yingjie, dinner's ready."

When Wang Shuping saw her daughter bring the noodles to the dining room, she quickly said, "You silly child, how inconsiderate of you! It's so cold in the dining room, hurry up and bring the noodles over here."

Huo Yingjie was feeling hot, so he quickly stood up and said, "Aunt Wang, no need, I'd better go out to eat, so that the house doesn't smell like food, and everyone won't feel comfortable smelling it in the house."

"Shuping, let Yingjie go out to eat, and come back in after he's done." Although the two families got along well at someone else's house, Jiang Lifang was still a little embarrassed and insisted that her son go out to eat.

Before Wang Shuping could answer, Huo Yingjie had already left the living room and gone to the kitchen.

Wang Shuping tried to shout again, but it was too late.

Huo Yingjie entered the kitchen, placing a large bowl of steaming noodles on the table. Pale green cabbage, egg whites and yolks scattered in the broth, and bright green cilantro on top. It looks quite appetizing; I wonder how it tastes?

Huo Yingjie's requirements were very low; as long as it was edible, he would give it full marks.

Looking at the busy, pretty little girl in front of him, Huo Yingjie was even happier.

A mischievous grin on his face, but affection in his eyes!

Seeing that Huo Yingjie was sweating, He Tiantian was worried that he would catch a cold from the wind, so she went to the washroom next door to get her own towel and handed it to him, saying, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and wipe your sweat, let's eat!"

"Okay." Huo Yingjie took the towel and wiped the sweat from his head.

The towel had a faint fragrance, just like He Tiantian's own scent, which smelled particularly pleasant.

Huo Yingjie was almost reluctant to put down the towel in his hand, wiping his sweat while looking at He Tiantian.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat!" He Tiantian blushed under Huo Yingjie's gaze, feeling quite shy, and even rolled her eyes at him playfully.

Just now, at the alley entrance, in the darkness, I could only imagine He Tiantian's face in my mind, unable to control myself. But now, He Tiantian stands under the light, her bright eyes and white teeth sparkling, her gaze captivating, her large eyes blinking on her fair face, even when she rolls her eyes, she's still so adorable!

"Okay." Huo Yingjie was filled with excitement and happiness, and all his words could be summed up in one word: "Okay."

Huo Yingjie held a small spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right. He first scooped up a spoonful of soup, tasted it—the saltiness was just right, the flavor was light, but it was exactly what he liked. He then tasted the egg, which he also liked. The cabbage was crisp and slightly sweet. The noodles were cooked to the perfect firmness. He then tasted the dried radish and pickles—the flavor was absolutely amazing.

Six months ago, if Huo Yingjie had heard that He Tiantian could make such a delicious and visually appealing bowl of noodles, he would never have believed it. But now, seeing it with his own eyes and tasting it himself, Huo Yingjie believes it. While feeling gratified, he also feels heartache, just like He Tiantian's parents, heartbroken that He Tiantian must have endured a lot of hardship in the countryside to develop this skill.

Huo Yingjie was initially happy eating the delicious noodles, but in the blink of an eye, he felt a pang of bitterness.

Seeing that Huo Yingjie wasn't eating with the same relish as before, He Tiantian sat down beside him and cautiously asked, "Brother Yingjie, is it not good?"

Her cooking skills must be quite good. My parents and other elders all say it's very good, so it's impossible that it wouldn't taste good at Huo Yingjie's place.

Did I add too much salt?

Aside from this, He Tiantian couldn't think of anything else that was wrong!

Huo Yingjie shook his head, took He Tiantian's hand, and said softly, "It's all my fault for being incompetent, making you suffer outside."

He Tiantian smiled; it turned out she felt sorry for her.

In her past life, she cooked for the heartless Qi family for thirty years, and no one cared about her! (To be continued.)