Chapter 593 - Nation’s Sister (8) (1/2)

<strong>Translator: </strong>Dragon Boat Translation <strong>Editor: </strong>Dragon Boat Translation

A summer thunderstorm suddenly struck.

The system fell silent too as if there was some mistake in the calculations.

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There was a downpour outside the window but it was warm and nice inside.

In the kitchen, Xiang Feng was responsible for talking to set the mood.

Shi Sui was washing the dishes slowly and seriously because he was a clean freak. Besides, his hands were very good-looking and watching him wash the dishes was simply welfare for those who liked looking at pretty hands.

Xiang Yi tied her hair into a bun and was making some handmade noodles with her head hung low.

The young girl mixed the sweet potatoes and peas according to proportion with her small and fair hands, funneling the batter through a metal scoop with holes, allowing them to flow down to the boiling water to solidify.

The vermicelli solidified into vermicelli strips, which she then stirred and turned with her long chopsticks. She then left it to boil to the best state before quickly fishing it out and soaking it in cold water.

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The viewers were dazzled. It seemed to them that Xiang Yi had succeeded in making hand-made sweet potato noodle in just a short while.

In the live-stream:

——[My brain understands it immediately after I try but my hands can’t do it ???? ]

—— [Xiang Yi is so all-rounded! She actually knows how to make vermicelli by hand. I really salute her]

——[I love eating ready-made soup vermicelli! I’ve eaten at a long-established small store. They’ve operated for many years and have been insisting on making handmade vermicelli on site. It’s really so much more soulful and flavorful than machine-made noodles!]

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The sight of the vermicelli was enough to make Xiang Feng crave the noodles and salivate. He felt that life had been wonderful in the last few days that he got to bring Little Xiji home!

He was simply taking advantage of Little Xiji!

“Uncle, shall we have some hot and sour noodles?” Xiang Yi asked as he tilted his head to the side.

Xiang Feng nodded profusely. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Good.” Xiang Yi scooped up a few spoons of soup, which she had been boiling for a long time with chicken, duck, and pork ribs, etc. She slowly let it boil over low heat, and now, it had turned into a viscous, milky white color. “Wait, I’ll make you some super sour and super spicy junk food.”