118 Master!

Quickly, several bowls of steaming noodles were cooked. With narrowed eyes, Qiao Wenjuan watched her sister-in-law finish cooking the noodles smoothly and add spices into each bowl according to each individual's taste.

There must be something odd with this woman. Say, perhaps you have the time to pack up pots, bowls, and cooking utensils while fleeing for your life in the middle of the night, but how could you also bring condiments like oil, salt, and spices on your person! This was strange no matter how you look at it, alright!

Qiao Wenjuan sized Wei Ziqin up and down with a face of suspicion. However, there was no way that she would think that Wei Ziqin possessed storage talismans.

No one paid attention to her thousands of "Whys," and everyone happily held their bowl of noodles and ate, even Elderly Lady Qiao had delight and gratefulness leaking from her eyes.