Each of the four bowls of noodles is topped with a white and tender poached egg.

The egg yolk inside is faintly visible.

Green and white green onion shreds are spread evenly on the noodles.

Just one glance whetted his appetite.

He glanced at her who was busy making noodles: "Qing'er, shall I bring these bowls over first?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and glanced at the tray hanging on the wall stakes.

"When the noodles are hot, use a tray to hold them." She reminded.

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang walked in front holding a tray.

Yang Ruoqing followed behind with four pairs of chopsticks and two spoons, and entered the next room together.

Yang Huazhong was still sitting in a wheelchair, while Mrs. Sun was fully clothed and sitting on the edge of the bed.

The table has been brought to the bedside.

Brothers An and Da An were holding the edge of the table, craning their necks to look at the tray in Luo Fengtang's hand.

Before the two boys had time to see clearly what was in the bowl, they were already drooling from the aroma.

"Qing'er, your brother said that you were trying to hide your secrets and wanted to prepare a mysterious food for us at night. What is it?"

Mrs. Sun asked Yang Ruoqing who walked in with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing placed her chopsticks and said, "It's noodles. I roll them myself."
Chapter completed!