In the evening, An Jing not only made hot and sour rice noodles but also stewed a particularly large pork bone.
Then, An Jing and Xiao Changyi gnawed on the bones while eating the hot and sour noodles. The weather had turned quite chilly, and consuming these dishes immediately warmed one up, on top of being tasty.
"Husband, it's not too sour, is it?"
"Mm."
"Then, is it delicious?"
"Delicious."
"This is really suitable for winter, right?" It was winter now, and they had both donned their winter clothes, which they had specially gone to Wanbu Pavilion to purchase on a previous occasion.
"Mm."
"Then next year, let's plant more sweet potatoes so we can make more vermicelli."
"If you don't sell it, planting so much would still be enough for our consumption."