Hand-pulled noodles are delicious on their own, even without adding broth. Heat oil in a wok, add chopped green onions and fry until fragrant, then pour in half a pot of water. Once the water boils, add the noodles.

Once the pot boils, you can turn off the heat. Hand-pulled noodles don't need to be simmered; they cook very quickly.

"Anji, the noodles are cooked, wash your hands and eat!" It was also Yuan Doudou's first time making noodles, and she couldn't wait to taste the flavor of hand-pulled noodles.

Anji had already smelled the aroma of scallions, so he quickly washed his hands and sat down at the table.

"Wow, it's tomato sauce noodles! It looks delicious!" Angie clapped his hands and exclaimed.

He just wanted to eat fries, really just hoping to have them with ketchup, which was great.

"You eat first, I'll go check on Xiaobai."

Yuan Doudou came into the house and saw that Xiaobai was still fast asleep, its two front paws gripping the sides of the basin, its head tilted back against the basin, in a very charming posture.

"Little White, why aren't you awake yet?" Yuan Doudou patted its belly, which was soft and fluffy.

The temperature has dropped; it's time to wake up.

Yuan Doudou was worried that Xiaobai would get sick from the cold, so she had to take it out of the water and put it on a bath towel laid out on the bed.

Wrap it up, dry it off, cover it with a blanket, and encourage it: "Little White, you're a cat, and cats have nine lives. Get well soon."

Xiaobai: I am a cat, not a nine-tailed fox.

The one who truly has nine lives is the cunning fox; don't spread rumors.

Being struck by lightning is also a tribulation. He won't die, but he'll lose half his life and will need ten days to half a month to recover.

Yuan Doudou went outside, and the dining table was moved to the yard. The cool evening breeze made it a comfortable time to eat.

"Mommy, I'm done eating. Can I have another one?" Angie licked his lips, like a little glutton.

Yuan Doudou said with a smile, "Still tomato sauce noodles?"

She cooked noodle soup, scooped out some noodles separately, and added some tomato sauce.

Angie nodded happily: "Yes, I also want to eat mixed noodles."

Yuan Doudou served noodles to Anji, then served herself a bowl, which she paired with stir-fried loofah, making it even more delicious.

She's always been conscious of her figure, and she doesn't dare to eat too much of even the most delicious food.

Eat until you are about 70-80% full at each meal.

After dinner, Yuan Doudou cleaned up the kitchen. If she wanted to make a living by selling food at a stall, the first thing she had to pay attention to was hygiene.

Suddenly, she heard a meowing sound coming from inside the house. She quickly put down the rag and ran inside.

Sure enough, Xiaobai woke up, squinting its eyes and listlessly lying by the bed. When it saw her come in, it meowed.

"Little White, you're finally awake. Are you hungry?" Yuan Doudou patted its head; its body was still warm.

Xiao Bai: That's right, I'm so hungry I have no strength left. When will I recover?

Yuan Doudou put it down and comforted it, "Wait here, I'll go cook some meat for you."

Meat? You've got a conscience.

Yuan Doudou went out, reached for a piece of salted pork on the kitchen wall, took it down, sliced ​​it thinly, boiled water in a pot, put the pork in when the water boiled, cooked it, and took it out. You could smell an enticing aroma without adding any seasoning.

Little White lay on the bed, drooling uncontrollably—it was that familiar taste.

"Eat up," Yuan Doudou said with exceptional gentleness.

Put the meat in your palm and let it eat.

Xiao Bai hesitated for a while before sticking out her tongue and quickly rolling the meat into her mouth.

It's a bit salty, very fragrant, and quite chewy.

That's great.

This woman is beautiful, cooks well, and is a model of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Meow."

"Is it delicious? I'll make it for you again so your injury can heal quickly and you can play with Anji, right?"

Xiao Bai: I thought she was concerned about me, but it turns out she's concerned about her precious son. Humph.

"Xiaobai, I'm going to town tomorrow and I probably won't be back until the afternoon. You can't wander around while I'm home alone, okay?" she nagged on and on.

After finishing the meat slices, Xiaobai squinted its eyes and prepared to go to sleep.

Soon, he fell into a dream and could no longer hear what she was saying.

"If you're willing, I'll be your mother, okay?" Yuan Doudou asked for a while, then suddenly heard snoring. It turned out the little guy had fallen asleep.

"If he eats his fill and then sleeps, it means he's in good health," Yuan Doudou said with satisfaction, stroking his fur, which felt a little rough to the touch after being singed.

"Xiao Bai, while you're asleep, I'll give you a beauty treatment."

Yuan Doudou found a pair of scissors and, with swift and skillful strokes, began to cut hair, displaying the demeanor of a master barber.

The next day, Little White opened its sleepy eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the crack in the door, but it didn't feel warm; instead, it felt chilly.

It turned its neck, looked at the bare body, its eyes almost popping out, and let out a pitiful cry that echoed through the house, startling Yuan Doudou who was tidying up outside.

"Angie, did you hear that sound?" She didn't recognize it as Xiaobai's voice.

Angie nodded: "It sounds like a cat meowing."

But it doesn't quite look like it.

Yuan Doudou recalled what she had done last night. Could it be that Xiaobai was amazed by her cooking skills?

Xiao Bai, supporting her weak body, jumped off the bed and laboriously climbed onto the dressing table. She turned around and looked at herself in the broken bronze mirror. Oh dear, her fur was all uneven and pitted from being cut, like a rugged path.

Without a doubt, this must be Yuan Doudou's masterpiece.

What's wrong with this woman? Why would she think of cutting his hair?

"Xiaobai, how is it? Aren't you satisfied with my cooking?" Yuan Doudou said proudly, clearly sensing the amazement in Xiaobai's eyes.

Xiao Bai looked at Yuan Dou Dou with resentment, really wanting to tear her mouth apart and scratch her face to avenge the sorrow of shaving.

"Little White, what's wrong? Don't be sad. If I don't cut your fur, it won't grow back in good condition. Your original fur is already burnt."

Yuan Doudou finally understood; it was looking for its own fur.

Xiaobai: Thank you!

The hair will fall out naturally; there's no need for her to cut it, and she did it so badly.

It was, after all, a prince of the cats, and every single hair of its was precious; if even one fell out, it had to be collected and kept as a keepsake.

Yuan Doudou made diced meat and placed it by the bedside.

"Xiaobai, this is lunch. If you're thirsty, come over here for a drink. Angie and I are leaving now."

Xiao Bai: Hurry up and go, I don't want to see you.

Yuan Doudou first went to Li Dahai's house, pushed the prepared food cart back, and packed everything she needed in the yard.

The rice noodles had been prepared in advance and placed in a wooden bucket filled with cool well water.

I must say, Li Dahai's skills are superb. The food cart he made was exactly the same as the blueprints, with exquisite workmanship and proper fire insulation, so there was no need to worry about anything.

Yuan Doudou pushed the food cart toward the village entrance, with Anji following beside her.

People on the street were all amazed when they saw the food truck.

It's like a small house, with a sunshade covered with an insulating cloth, so it won't get too hot inside even under the sun.