An Qingbai smiled.
"Hey, Dad, isn't it because you're of a higher generation in the village? I don't think anyone would dare to take advantage of you!"
An Tanxiao then smiled and nodded.
"Alright then, I'll keep watch here!"
Zhuang Zhimeng felt quite guilty, so she told An Tanxiao.
"Uncle, I'll cook lunch. I'll have Qingbai bring it to you after it's ready!"
An Tanxiao laughed.
"Great! Zhimeng's cooking is absolutely delicious! I won't stand on ceremony with you!"
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled and nodded.
"No need to be polite, we'll have a good lunch, I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"
An Tanxiao responded.
"Okay, I'll be waiting!"
An Qingbai went to return the tractor, and Zhuang Zhimeng went home.
I promised to cook something delicious at noon, so I can't just do a shoddy job.
She took the chicken breast out of the warehouse; she was going to make cold chicken noodles.
An Qingbai returned the tractor and came over.
"Zhizhi, what delicious food are you planning to make?"
Zhuang Zhimeng continued massaging the chicken breast with her hands, smiling as she told An Qingbai.
"Hehe, I'm planning to make cold chicken noodles. Brother Qingbai, have you tried it?"
An Qingbai shook his head.
"I've only ever had cold noodles, never cold noodles with shredded chicken!"
"Hehe, you're in for a treat! Eat a lot at lunch!"
Oh, and tell your aunt not to cook, just come over and eat. Qinglin can eat here too!
An Qingbai asked her with a smile.
"Hehe, so we'll just ignore the rest?"
Zhuang Zhimeng nodded directly.
"Yes, we've all separated, so we don't care about so many things anymore!"
The main issue is that we only invited Auntie over. Regardless of Qinglin's shortcomings, isn't Qinglin still eating with you all now?
"Yes, Qinglin is eating with us."
"That's it. Call Auntie and Qinglin over. Uncle, you can go and deliver it!"
"good!"
An Qingbai watched Zhizhi massage the chicken breast and immediately thought of pork.
"I told Uncle Min to wait for me at the village entrance at 1:30. I figured I could just ride my bicycle there. It's just for show anyway, and I don't need to ride all the way to town!"
Zhuang Zhimeng pointed out the brown paper used to pack the pork to An Qingbai.
"I've already put the pork here. You can take it whenever you want!"
An Qingbai glanced at the pork.
"Then I'll come and pick it up around 1 a.m., go for a stroll outside, and give it to Uncle Jae-min."
"Okay, then Qingbai, go tell Auntie and Qinglin now, so that Auntie won't start cooking soon."
I've also prepared the meat we need for cooking for the people building the house tonight; we'll have meat in at least one meal a day anyway.
An Qingbai smiled, walked over, cupped Zhuang Zhimeng's face, and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"Mwah! Whose wife is this? She's so beautiful! She's mine! Haha!"
Zhuang Zhimeng glared at him with a smile.
"Alright, stop dawdling and get going!"
An Qingbai then smiled and left.
After a while, the mother and her two children came over.
"Zhimeng, is there anything I can do for you?"
Zhuang Zhimeng shook her head.
"No need, Auntie, it'll be ready soon. You and Qinglin can sit for a while. Qingbai and I are fine on our own!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Meiling pulled Qinglin out of the kitchen.
An Qinglin was still whispering to his mother.
"Mom, I was just saying I wanted to learn from the side!"
Shi Meiling nodded to Qinglin.
"Why are you being so reckless? They're just getting to know each other, and you have to interfere. How can you be so shameless?"
An Qinglin was speechless. He really wanted to ask, "Does cooking count as cultivating feelings? Does eating count as cultivating feelings? Does anything done by two people count as cultivating feelings?"
But he dared not ask.
"Hehe, Mother, didn't I not think of that?"
Just as Shi Meiling was preparing to continue educating Qinglin, Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai came out carrying three bowls of noodles.
"Auntie, Qinglin, that's enough. Have a bowl each first, and get more if you're still hungry."
Shi Meiling and An Qinglin looked at the large bowl in front of them and shook their heads with smiles.
"Ha, that's enough. How much more do you want to eat? You look like you have quite a lot!"
"Hehe, Sister Zhimeng, I've had enough! I think I'll be stuffed after I finish eating!"
An Qingbai went back and brought a bowl to Zhuang Zhimeng and himself.
Then An Qingbai picked up a large bowl from the table.
"Mom, you two eat first, I'll take it to Dad!"
Shi Meiling's attention was already drawn to the shredded chicken cold noodles, and she casually waved to An Qingbai.
"Go ahead, go ahead! You don't need to tell me!"
An Qingbai shook his head helplessly and walked away with his bowl.
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled secretly and called to her aunt and Qinglin.
"Auntie, Qinglin, let's eat. Try it and see if it suits your taste?"
Shi Meiling and An Qinglin both nodded.
"Okay, let's eat."
"Okay, Sister Zhimeng."
When An Qingbai returned, he found that his mother and Qinglin were slurping noodles with great enthusiasm, ignoring him completely.
Zhuang Zhimeng gestured with her eyes, indicating that he should eat the noodles.
An Qingbai picked up the bowl, took a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, and put it in his mouth. He then stopped talking and joined the ranks of those slurping the noodles.
As they put down their bowls, all four of them let out a satisfied burp.
Shi Meiling wiped her mouth and looked at Zhuang Zhimeng with a smile.
"Zhimeng, this noodle dish is incredibly delicious! It's the first time I've ever had shredded chicken noodles!"
An Qinglin echoed his mother's words.
"Sister Zhimeng, my mother is right, it's really delicious!"
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