Finally remembered, Tang Huan felt a wave of emptiness in her stomach, reminding her that it was time to eat.
“I haven’t eaten yet…”
"That's perfect. I specially saved some chicken soup and meat for you. Mom will bring it to you later." As she said this, she helped Tang Huan back into the house.
Tang Huan sat down beside the bed, and Xing Cui turned around and left the house. Before she reached the kitchen, she remembered something and turned around to go back to the main house.
A few minutes later, he walked out of the house with a bottle of medicine.
I don’t know whether Tang Huan applied medicine to the injury on her leg or whether she sent the medicine to her for insurance.
After Xing Cui delivered the medicine, she ran into Meng Zeyan who was coming back from delivering someone on her way to the kitchen.
Meng Zeyan called her: "Mom, how did Tang Huan get injured?"
Thinking of Tang Huan's aggrieved look, Xing Cui smiled: "She fell while learning to skate. Mom remembers that you also liked to play that thing when you were a teenager. Otherwise, you can tell her the trick. It looks like she is afraid of falling."
Meng Zeyan nodded, but didn't say whether he agreed or not.
Xing Cui didn't take it to heart and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.
The chicken soup, simmered all morning, smells incredibly fragrant and tastes rich and delicious, with a layer of glossy chicken fat floating on top, all from the chicken itself. Cook the noodles, remove them, and gently simmer them in the broth for a minute. Toss in a couple of leaves of greens, and you have your chicken noodle soup—it's as good as restaurant-quality noodles.
Xing Cui picked up the bowl of noodles, but put it down before she took two steps because the bowl was too hot to hold.
She glanced outside the kitchen and saw Meng Zeyan tidying up the things on the table.
"Son, come here!" Xing Cui shouted towards the yard.
Meng Zeyan put down the cigarette box, stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He didn't know who had dropped the cigarette when they left.
When Meng Zeyan walked in, Xing Cui pointed at the chicken noodle soup on the stove and said, "Please help take it to Xiao Huan. This bowl is too hot."
He reached out and touched the edge of the bowl. It was indeed scorching hot. Meng Zeyan didn't pick up the bowl, but walked towards the cupboard instead.
He took a plate from the cupboard, walked to the stove and put the plate down, then picked up the bowl with both hands and placed it on the plate.
"That way it won't be hot."
Xing Cui couldn't help but sigh that her son was quite smart.
Xing Cui was about to take the plate to deliver the meal when Meng Zeyan took out another handful of money and gave it to her. "This is the money from selling my job, a total of eight hundred."
If it were earlier, Zeyu's job could be sold for more than a thousand yuan. Now many people are no longer obsessed with the iron rice bowl and are thinking about starting their own business.
Looking at the money, Xing Cui felt sad. After selling her job, there were fewer and fewer traces of Ze Yu left in this world.
She took the money and put it in her pocket, then walked out of the kitchen with the noodles.
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