Chapter 139 - Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Speak Directly (1/2)

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Speak Directly

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“Big Sister Ning, if there are dishes to wash, just leave them there. I’ll wash them all together after I’ve finished eating.” Zhang Qiuying, upon entering the backyard and catching sight of this, hurriedly called out.

”1 haven’t had a chance to drink any water this entire morning, and this cornmeal noodle soup smells so delicious, let me get a bowl of it,” Zhuang Qingning laughed.

That’s how it was.

Zhang Qiuying let out a sigh of relief, grinned, and said: “Then, Big Sister Ning, go ahead and drink your noodle soup. Leave your bowl, and I will wash it.”

“Okay.” Zhuang Qingning used a ladle to scoop out the noodle soup, also ladling a bowl for Zhuang Qingsui.

The two of them didn’t leave the kitchen but stood inside holding their bowls, drinking straight from them.

The noodle soup, fresh from the pot, was slightly hot; they had to blow on it a few times before they could take a sip.

They were drinking slowly, and Zhang Qiuying didn’t dare to lift the plate from her bowl in front of them; she just stood waiting.

“Why aren’t you eating? If you let these noodles sit for too long, they’ll clump together.” Zhuang Qingning was a bit puzzled as Zhang Qiuying showed no intent of picking up her chopsticks.

“I will eat, I’ll eat right now.” Zhang Qiuying answered hurriedly, “I was too engrossed watching you drink your noodle soup, I almost forgot to eat.”

Bearing in mind she couldn’t eat this in front of them, and that she must eat it nevertheless, Zhang Qiuying decided to take her bowl into the courtyard to eat.

Zhuang Qingning raised an eyebrow at this.

It was a normal thing to take the bowl outside to eat, but leaving the plate still covering the top of the bowl, that was unusual.

“Why didn’t you take off the plate? Aren’t you afraid it will fall?” As Zhuang Qingning spoke, she reached over and took the plate off.

The contents of Zhang Qiuying’s bowl were now laid bare in front of Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui.

Unlike the fragrant cornmeal noodles they had just eaten, Zhang Qiuying’s bowl contained only noodles with no meat. Presumably worried it would be bland, she had added some green onions and soy sauce.

Besides, the noodles were not made from white flour, but a mixture of sweet potato flour and cornmeal, with only a meager addition of white flour.

“So, this is what you and your aunt cat?”

Zhuang Qingning was quite surprised.

Originally, Zhuang Qingning had asked Mrs. Cao to cook in the backyard so they could all eat lunch together. With people taking turns eating these few days, Zhuang Qingning hadn’t paid much attention to what everyone was eating. She assumed they were all eating the same things. To her surprise, what Zhang Qiuying and Mrs. Cao ate was indeed different from what she and her sister had.

“Big Sister Ning.” Zhang Qiuying was caught off guard and a little flustered at first, but seeing that she couldn’t hide it, she steadied herself and explained, “This can also fill my stomach. When I was at home, I could only eat sweet potato pancakes. Now I can eat it mixed with cornmeal and white flour, which tastes much better. I can eat a large bowl of this!”