Lord Fu took Madam Fu to the backyard and saw his two children squatting in the corner with his daughter-in-law eating noodles.
They all stood there in a daze.
"Chen Yin, why are you squatting here and what are you eating?"
"Could it be that there is no food at home, so you moved the things out of the toilet?"
Fu Qianghong hurriedly swallowed the mouthful of snail noodles in his mouth, turned around and said, "Dad, what are you talking about? We are eating noodles!"
"Eat noodles?" Lord Fu covered his nose and dared not go forward. He glanced into her bowl and saw that it was indeed noodles.
Mrs. Fu took two steps forward and asked, "What kind of noodles are you eating? Why are they so smelly?"
Fu Kanghong walked forward with a smile, "Mom, try it."
Mrs. Fu smelled the food and dared not eat it.
Fu Qianhong picked up some noodles with chopsticks and said, "Mom, this noodle is really delicious. Try it."
At Fu Kanghong's enthusiastic invitation, Mrs. Fu pinched her nose and took a bite. It would have been fine if she hadn't eaten it, but once she started eating, she couldn't stop. "Wow, this noodle tastes really good."
Fu Kanghong smiled and said, "Yes, this is cooked by my sister-in-law."
Madam Fu quickly looked at Chu Chenyin, "Chenyin, did you make this noodle? Your craftsmanship is really good!"
Chu Chenyin was embarrassed, but when he saw that they were all here, he smiled and said, "Mom, I'll cook a bowl for you and Dad too."
Mrs. Fu nodded quickly.
Lord Fu was still a little reluctant, but due to Madam Fu's help he had to agree, "Thank you for your hard work, Chen Yin."
Chu Chenyin went to cook two more bowls of snail noodles.
After it was cooked, Marquis Fu, who was originally reluctant to eat it, was forced by Madam Fu to eat two bites.
After two bites, he was amazed. His eyes sparkled with stars. He snatched the bowl and ate it himself.
Originally there were three people squatting in the corner eating noodles, but now it became a family of five squatting in the corner eating noodles.
Now the whole house is filled with the stench of snail noodles, but no one should complain about it, as everyone enjoys eating it.
Everyone passing by their mansion would stop at the door and sniff.
"The outhouse at the Marquis's house needs to be repaired."
"Talk to Vice General Cao in a few days."
"Well, let's go, it stinks."
Everyone felt full after eating the snail noodles.
When Qing'er and her mother came back, their stomachs were full and they couldn't eat anything.
Fu Yanting did not return until dark. When he returned, he brought everyone a piece of news: "Someone is rushing towards this direction from the southwest. I don't know who it is."
Lord Fu's eyes darkened, "Let's wait and see. If they are ordinary refugees fleeing famine, we'll let them in. If they are just passing bandits, we'll let them in."
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