Lu Hanting thought about Su Xi for a moment. He didn't have a deep impression of Su Xi. As one of the four wealthy families in Haicheng, the Su family was the most low-key, and Su Xi's presence was also very low. He was only in the presence of Xia Xiwan.
He showed up when he first returned to Haicheng, and now that he thinks about it, it feels a bit mysterious like a dragon that has never seen its end.
Lu Hanting felt that he had seriously ignored this person. In fact, this person had always been there and played a very important role in the entire incident.
Lu Hanting handed the sapphire bowl in his hand to Xia Xiwan, "I heard that you and Su Xi grew up together and were childhood sweethearts?"
"Yes, my mommy likes Su Xi very much. Su Xi is my mommy's close disciple."
"Your mommy?" Something suddenly flashed in Lu Hanting's deep narrow eyes. It seemed that he had never asked about her mommy, and she had never mentioned it either.
Xia Xiwan wanted to say something, but then Aunt Zhao walked in and said with a smile, "Miss Wanwan, I heard that you want to eat noodles today. I just went to grind some flour and now I will make hand-rolled noodles for you."
"Aunt Zhao," Xia Xiwan quickly took Aunt Zhao's arm and blinked sheepishly, "No need to go to such trouble, I have already bought ready-made noodles."
Aunt Zhao said fondly, "Those noodles don't taste good. I'll make them for you."
As she spoke, Aunt Zhao poured the freshly ground fine flour into a bowl, then added milk, eggs and a small amount of water, and began to roll the dough by hand.
Soon Aunt Zhao raised her knife and dropped it, and a plate of handmade noodles fell neatly on the plate.
Lu Hanting glanced at Aunt Zhao on the side. If he was not mistaken, this Aunt Zhao was not just a star chef. She should be the kind of cook hired by a wealthy family with a high salary.
"Wow Aunt Zhao, I haven't seen you for so long. Your cooking skills are getting better and better. Every time you help me cook, I don't need to do anything."
Aunt Zhao finished rolling the noodles with her hands, and quickly and skillfully mixed the sauce for a bowl of noodles. The sauce was so fragrant that you could drink several bowls of the sauce alone.
"Miss Wanwan, I didn't do anything. You still cooked this noodles yourself."
Xia Xiwan looked at what she had to do. She only needed to boil the water and put the noodles in. Her soul was wrapped up by Aunt Zhao. Did she cook the noodles herself?
"Aunt Zhao..." Xia Xiwan felt really sorry.
Aunt Zhao quickly showed a pitiful look, "Miss Wanwan, please don't be polite to us. You have such a large garden outside and we feed you all year round. If you don't let us help you with this little work,
, then do you think we have too much mouth and don’t want to give us food to eat?”
Xia Xiwan waved her hands, "No, no, that's not what I meant..."
"That's okay, Miss Wanwan, I'm leaving first."
After the work was done, Aunt Zhao quickly left. This is the most basic self-discipline of a cook.
However, Aunt Zhao walked to Lu Hanting, paused, and asked, "Miss Wanwan, who is this?"
Xia Xiwan looked at the man with her bright eyes, her eyes full of hope, and her sweet voice said, "He is my husband~"
He, my husband~
Lu Hanting's narrow eyes were filled with tenderness and tenderness.
"It turns out to be my uncle, uncle, Miss Wanwan, I'm leaving first." Aunt Zhao turned and left.
Uncle?
Lu Hanting stretched out his strong arm and hugged Xia Xiwan's slender waist. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle? Miss Wanwan, why do I have the illusion of marrying into your family?"