Chapter 52 - The Noodles That Were Eight Years Late (2/2)
”Shredded chicken noodles.”
”… I don't know how to make that either.”
”Then, what can you make?”
Qiao Lian awkwardly smiled and said, ”Noodles with vegetables and shredded meat.”
Shen Liangchuan stared at her with a look of clear disdain and said, ”So, do I have any other options?”
Qiao Lian: …
Qiao Lian hurriedly smiled and said, ”Please wait, my vegetable and shredded meat noodles are well-received in my family! I promise that you will remember these noodles. After only the first bite, my dad-”
As she said this, she abruptly stopped. She then smiled at Shen Liangchuan, gathered some meat and vegetables and started cooking.
Even though Shen Liangchuan sat in the dining room, he could see her petite silhouette working in the kitchen through the door.
An almost imperceptible gentleness flashed across his eyes.
A young voice from eight years ago rang in his ears, saying, ”Today, I learnt how to cook vegetable and shredded meat noodles!”
He coldly replied, ”Are you sure it's edible?”
”Hey, how could you say this? I'm telling you, the dish I made is absolutely exquisite! My dad could not stop heaping praises on it — he even ate an entire pot by himself!”
”In that case, Uncle will likely not be able to sleep tonight.”
”Why?”
He said bitingly, ”Food poisoning! He will probably spend the entire night in the toilet.”
”Hey!” She flew into a shameful rage, ”What can you expect from a hog but a grunt! Hmph, I will take this as just sour grapes; my noodles are extremely delicious. If given the chance, I will make some for you to taste.”
”Please don't, my stomach is weak and cannot stand your resplendence.”
”How can you have such a poisonous tongue!”
...
Actually, she was right.
He had really been jealous then and wanted to taste the food she made for himself.
However, there had been no opportunity to do so then. After eight years, the bowl of hot, steaming noodles was finally brought in front of him.
He raised his eyes. Within the dense steam, he saw that her face had become absent-minded, as though in that moment she had turned back into her young, immature self from eight years ago.