When Qiao Yin heard him mention pan-fried dumplings, it reminded her of the delicious breakfast she had, and she found herself begrudgingly reconciling.
She cooked noodles for two, added some green vegetables, sliced a few pieces of ham, and finally sprinkled some chopped scallions on top.
It was just a simple bowl of noodles, but hers looked extraordinarily appetizing.
The soup base was clear, the noodles were smooth, the greens were vibrant, and the ham was tender and pink.
She served herself a small bowl and gave Lu Lingche a large one.
However, after a few bites, Lu Lingche noticed something was off: "Why don't I have any poached eggs in my bowl?"
Qiao Yin took a bite of her ham, her face unchanged: "We only had one egg left at home."
"Qiao Yin, do you think I'm blind?"
"What's wrong?"
"You have two poached eggs in your bowl!"
Qiao Yin quickly swallowed one of the eggs and then looked at him, "Now there's only one left."
Lu Lingche's face darkened suddenly.