Old Mistress Wang extended her bowl and said, "Give me some. I want to try."
Qiao Mai added a little for her. The old lady tasted it and nodded, "Everyone has their taste. It's quite good."
The children slurped their noodles and struggled.
"Mother, this food is so delicious. It's a bit spicy, but we can handle this level of spiciness."
"Enjoy it! I'll have the kitchen make it for you. In the summer, I'll teach them to make sour and sweet cold noodles, hot dry noodles, and sticky rice cakes."
When Qiao Mai mentioned this, everyone's mouths started watering again.
While they talked, Shopkeeper Lu arrived. There were plenty of cold noodles, and Shopkeeper Lu knew what she meant with a gesture.
"Eat up. This is the recipe I gave to your daughter. As her mother, you haven't tried it yet, right?"
Shopkeeper Lu paused while eating. "This is the recipe you gave her?"
"Yes!"