As Qi Yan spoke, she smiled slightly. Zhang Xinhui was silent as she looked at her quietly. She just said, "Oh, right, Yan Yan, you haven't eaten yet, right? I made you a bowl of noodles.
"It's the first time I've cooked in my life.
"Thinking about it, I've never cooked anything good for my daughter. You won't despise me, right?"
As Zhang Xinhui spoke, she got up and went to get the noodles.
"No, of course not!"
Qi Yan was a little puzzled. Seeing that her mother had already brought the noodles over, she naturally hurried to take it.
The noodles were a little better than she had imagined. The meat slices were just thick enough and stacked on top of each other, and there was also some crispy green garnish. It wasn't especially delicious, but the broth was just right.
"Quick, try it?"
Her mother stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hands expectantly.
It was as if she couldn't wait for her to eat the noodles she made.