Angry

Su Wen liked to make the dough well. The more chewy the dough, the better it was. She cut them into long strips and put them in a boiling pot to cook. She added an appropriate amount of salt and beat a few eggs. After it was cooked, the fragrance assailed her nose.

It was simple and convenient to cook, just perfect for dinner.

"Big sister, is this what gnocchi are?" Her little sister's eyes widened.

"Yes! It's also called noodles fish in some places." Su Wen casually explained, "Go and ask second sister and third sister to wash their hands for dinner."

"Alright," she said.

Little sister Su ran out of the room.

The dough balls for dinner were eaten clean, and even the bottom of the pot was scraped clean. In the end, Su Qing covered her full stomach and said in satisfaction and worry, "How can we afford to eat like this!"

It was too worrying.