Lu Qingqing made three bowls of noodles, Mr. Lu and Lu Zhiting's were in large bowls, and Mr. Zhang's was in a small bowl.
Bai Ling went to give it to Lu Zhiting. Lu Zhiting had just finished taking a bath and was sitting there. The boy was waiting on him to do his hair.
Bai Ling's bowl of noodles was sent over.
Put it in front of Lu Zhiting, Lu Zhiting was a little disappointed.
The girl also had this clear soup noodle. What’s the point of eating it? There was just a little bit of vegetarian food on top.
"Second Young Master, the lady did this herself!"
Seeing that Lu Zhiting had no desire to take action, Bai Ling immediately gave another reminder.
"knew!"
Lu Zhiting still picked up the chopsticks. Although the clear soup noodles looked tasteless, after all, they were made by his little sister, so he still had to eat them.
As soon as I took a bite of this, I felt that the past eighteen years had been wasted.
Was that noodles that I ate before? Bah, that’s pig food.
This noodle is really so delicious, it's so delicious that I want to swallow it on my tongue.
It's obviously just a very ordinary bowl of noodles, but why does it taste so delicious
This puzzled Lu Zhiting.
After finishing the big bowl of noodles, Lu Zhiting let out a sigh of relief.
"Second Young Master, you should rest first!"
Bai Ling was really amazed and left with the bowl in hand.
Lu Qingxu personally delivered the noodles to the upper room.
Mr. Lu had just taken a shower and was sitting there, drinking tea.
Ms. Zhang smiled brightly and sat next to him, chatting with him.
"Mom and Dad!"
Lu Qingping walked in and asked Amber to put the noodles on the table.
"I just cooked noodles for my brother. These are for my parents."
Lu Qingqing said with a smile.
“I haven’t eaten anything cooked by Qingguo!!”
Mr. Lu was very happy and walked to the table very happily.
Seeing that my daughter is already tall and graceful, and can wash her hands and make soup again, I really feel like I have a little girl growing up at home.
Ms. Zhang was also very happy. Her daughter was indeed a caring little cotton-padded jacket.
Knowing that he couldn't eat it, he would follow the master and make himself a small bowl.
"Then you should try it carefully. The food made by our family is very good."
Zhang was very proud when he mentioned these things in Qingming.
No matter how famous she is, what she cooks, what she writes or draws, her own daughter, even if she is brought to the capital, is completely comparable to those ladies of the world.
"Mom, I don't want Grandma Wang to sell melons anymore. Eat them quickly!"
Lu Qingqing quickly pulled Zhang to sit down and put the chopsticks into her hands.
Ms. Zhang was still smiling from ear to ear, and she and Mr. Lu started eating one bite at a time.
Not sure whether they were hungry or because it was so delicious, the two of them finished the food in a short time.
Mr. Lu still has some unfinished ideas.
“This noodle may look unattractive, but it’s actually very delicious!”
Mr. Lu took a sip of tea and couldn't help praising him.
Mrs. Zhang also nodded repeatedly.
Lu Qingqing didn't speak, just pursed his lips and smiled.
"I won't disturb my parents' rest. My daughter will leave first!"
Lu Qingqing took the maid and left.
Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Lu have not seen each other for a long time, so naturally they have countless things to talk about.
In the evening, the whole family had dinner together.
(End of chapter)