"You forgot, we still have to go to someone else's house to do some work after dinner. By then, our mouths will be full of garlic. Who are you trying to kill?"

Ye Laosi then remembered that, indeed, he still had to go to the clan leader’s house to do some work after dinner!

He smiled wryly and said, "Anyway, I'm just a cart driver. When we get there, my mother and big brother will talk, so I won't say anything."

Old Madam Ye rolled her eyes at him and said, "Just eat your noodles. So much nonsense! Even Qingtian is more obedient than you!"

Qingtian blinked his eyes, looked at Ye Laosi and said, "Fourth Uncle, mother told me that only those who listen to their parents are good children.

"So Fourth Uncle has to listen to Grandma too."

The adults at the table were all amused by her childish words.

Old Madam Ye even pointed at Old Fourth Ye deliberately and said, "Did you hear that? If you bargain with me, you're not a good boy."

Boss Ye and Sister Ye laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, and Qingtian also grinned.

Ye Lao Si was both amused and speechless, and finally he bowed his hands and begged for mercy: "Qingtian is right, Fourth Uncle should also listen to mother's words to be a good boy."

Just at this moment, the waiter brought up the empty bowl.

Mrs. Ye picked up a few spoonfuls of hot soup noodles and put them into the empty bowl. She then scooped a few more spoonfuls of soup and stirred it with chopsticks. After testing the temperature to make sure it was no longer scalding, she began to feed Qingtian.

The noodles in this noodle shop's hot soup noodles look thin, but they are quite chewy. Qingtian ate them in small bites, but his eyes kept following the chopsticks that Boss Ye used to pick up the noodles.

Ten kinds of noodles are placed on the table. Regardless of how they taste, they are particularly attractive to children.

Especially the meat sauce next to it is still emitting a strong aroma.

Boss Ye had a big appetite and didn't have any dietary restrictions. He put some of the ten kinds of noodles into his bowl, poured two large spoonfuls of meat sauce on it, and mixed it all together with chopsticks. It looked so appetizing.

"Dad." Qingtian looked at Boss Ye eagerly and asked, "Is it delicious?"

While mixing the noodles with chopsticks, Boss Ye deliberately said, "I haven't eaten it yet, how can I know if it tastes good?"

Qingtian swallowed his saliva and urged, "Then try it!"

Boss Ye used chopsticks to pick up some cucumber shreds, cabbage hearts and egg skin shreds and put them together, then put a little meat sauce on top, and finally added noodles together, pretending to open his mouth to eat.

Qingtian was watching so intently that he didn't even bother to eat the noodles that Mrs. Ye brought to his mouth. He was concentrating on waiting for Boss Ye's feedback.

Unexpectedly, Boss Ye's chopsticks passed in front of him and finally reached Qingtian's mouth.

"Qingtian, have a taste for dad first!" Boss Ye looked at his daughter with a smile on his face.

Qingtian opened his eyes slightly wide in surprise. Under the encouraging gazes of Boss Ye and Mrs. Ye, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the noodles and vegetables that Boss Ye had just carefully prepared in one gulp.

This bite was a little too big for Qingtian, and after eating it, his cheeks immediately bulged out.

Qingtian chewed the noodles hard. Not only could he feel the chewiness of the noodles, but also the salty fragrance of the meat sauce, the freshness of the cucumber shreds, and the fragrance of the egg skin shreds. It was simply too rich.

"Is it delicious?" asked Boss Ye.

Qingtian had something in his mouth and was still chewing hard. He couldn't speak and could only nod his head.

Seeing this, Boss Ye took another empty bowl and put a piece of noodles he had mixed in it with his chopsticks.

"Eat less of this, and then ask your mother to feed you some hot soup, otherwise it will be difficult to digest."

Qingtian didn't expect that he could eat noodles with soybean paste again. He immediately nodded and promised, "Dad, I won't eat more..."

"That's all you have. You can't eat more even if you want to. If I give you more, you'll starve." said Boss Ye.

It’s not that I don’t want to feed it to my children, it’s mainly because the noodles with soybean paste are rinsed with cold water and there are raw and cold ingredients in the toppings.

Qingtian has been abused by the Shan couple since he was a child, and his stomach has always been in poor condition.

Mrs. Ye always tried her best to let her eat more carefully and not let her eat too much cold food.

When Qingtian heard that Boss Ye didn't have enough to eat, he immediately looked at Sister Ye and said, "Mom, can you give Dad some of the hot soup noodles?"

Before Ye Dasao could say anything, Ye Laosi deliberately teased Qingtian, "If you give the hot soup noodles to your father, your mother won't be able to eat enough!

"Look, she even shares her own bowl of noodles with you!"

When Qingtian heard this, he thought it made sense, and his little face immediately wrinkled in embarrassment.

Old Mrs. Ye was just about to tell Ye Lao Si to stop teasing Qingtian, saying that such a young child would not understand anything.

In fact, Qingtian’s idea at this time was very simple. Grandma and fourth uncle each had a bowl of noodles, but some of his parents’ noodles had to be shared with him.

In this way, my parents will not have enough to eat.

Just when Qingtian was in trouble, someone in the store suddenly called out, "Waiter, give me another two taels of noodles."

Qingtian's eyes lit up when he heard this. It turns out that you can just add noodles!

When her family saw her like this, they all knew what she had come up with and were amazed at her cleverness.

Unexpectedly, Qingtian did something that surprised everyone even more.

She first called the waiter over and asked, "Big brother, how much does it cost for extra noodles?"

The waiter said, "Noodles are five cents an ounce."

Old Mrs. Ye couldn't help but gasp in amazement when she heard this, even though she already knew that eating out was definitely not as economical as eating at home.

But when I think about the fact that white flour sold outside is only ten cents per pound, and that I have to add water to make noodles.

A pound of white flour can produce at least 1.3 to 1.4 ounces of noodles.

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