There was only half a basin of starch, and they were quickly made into starch noodles. It looked like there were a lot of them, and when hung on the branches, they looked like big waterfalls.
Although there was only one perforated ladle, they came out in different thickness, having a greater texture.
Bai Qingqing immediately added a bowl of starch noodles into the hotpot. The familiar food made her extremely satisfied.
Bai Qingqing thought of air-drying the hung up starch noodles, but the temperature was too low. By the time she finished a bowl of noodles, the rest had already frozen up into ice strips.
Forget it. They wouldn't spoil even if they had become frozen. Just leave them like this. She hoped that this wouldn't affect their texture.
Bai Qingqing remembered that Becky liked to eat stone fruits, so she prepared a bowl of noodles for her as well. It had cooled down a little by now. Thus, she brought it over.