Xia Manni not only ate the noodles herself, but also let Zhang Cuiling try the other two types of noodles.
The children were hungry after all, and with the help of Xia Manni and Zhang Cuiling, they managed to eat all the noodles.
"Waiter, how much is it?"
"Okay, sir, that's eighty-seven coins."
Xia Manni paid the money, but Zhang Cuiling insisted on paying for it herself. Xia Manni said she could just pay her back later.
On the way back, they bought almost nothing on the way.
Because Shi'an Village has everything it needs, but they don't need gold and silver jewelry or silk and satin.
When they arrived at Shi'an Village, everyone went to the Xia family.
Zhang Cuiling is used to staying at the Xia family, and Jin Zian has something to say.
So the eight of them sat together in the main room of Xia Manni's house and talked.
The last time there were so many people was when we celebrated the completion of the house renovation.
But Wu Dayong is not here.
"What do you think of the noodles we're having today?"
Sanwa: “Egg noodles don’t have many eggs.”
Ergou: "The meat soup noodles are a bit salty."
Xia Manni nodded: "The scallion noodles taste bland."
Zhang Cuiling said: "The noodles are really average, either too salty or too bland, not chewy enough, and take a bit too long to cook."
Xia Manni smiled and said, "After all, he's our chef, so he speaks very professionally. Sister Cuiling, how would you cook it if you were doing it?"
Zhang Cuiling thought Xia Manni was joking with her, so she laughed and said, "If I made these noodles, the place would be packed with people."
Xia Manni: "Okay, how about we open a stall?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
