"Well," Ke'er was so busy that she held the bowl, picked up the noodles and started to eat. It was obviously spicy, and while she was inhaling "slightly", she still kept eating, "It's delicious! It's delicious. ! My little aunt is so awesome! Ke’er has never eaten such delicious noodles! Dad, please eat it too!”
Song Tong smiled and rubbed Ke'er's little head, then took out the chopsticks and started eating. He was really hungry. Originally, he had no appetite at all for such a table of food. This big bowl of hot pot noodles whetted his appetite.
Ji Xiang looked at the father and son devouring their food and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and poured tea for them and handed it over.
After eating a large bowl of hot pot noodles, Song Tong felt a little unfinished. He wiped his mouth and looked at Ji Xiang: "Is there any more?"
Ji Xiang was startled, then got up in a hurry and said, "I'll go cook some noodles for my brother. They'll be ready soon! Brother, please wait here!"
"Little aunt, I want to eat too!" Ke'er shouted after him, "I can still eat a big bowl! The biggest bowl in the ocean!"
"Okay, okay! I'll make you a big bowl!" Ji Xiang smiled and pinched Ke'er's red face, then hurriedly turned around and left the side hall.
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Just when Jixiang had cut the meat into shreds, she heard footsteps coming from outside. She was so busy that she looked up and saw Song Tong pushing open the door and entering the kitchen.
Ji Xiang was so busy that he wiped his hands and asked with a frown: "Brother, why did you come in? It looks fine now. Brother, please go back quickly. Ke'er is alone in the house. I'm not worried."
"It's okay, she's already asleep," Song Tong said. While looking around the kitchen, he walked to sit down in front of the pot and said to Jixiang, "I'll light a fire for you."
How could Ji Xiang want him to light a fire? He was so busy that he waved his hand and said: "Brother, get up quickly. You are not covered in the smell of oil smoke. I will be fine in a moment. Just go to the side hall and wait. Come in quickly."
"It's okay. It's not like I didn't do this when I was a kid." Song Tong said calmly, while collecting a bunch of firewood and stuffing it into the stove door. Judging by his posture, he was indeed someone who knew how to do housework.
Jixiang didn't say anything else, and immediately put the lard in, simmered the pot with onions, ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili noodles, then added shredded pork and stir-fried, then added water to the pot, and then covered the pot.
After finishing all the work, Jixiang stood in front of the stove a little at a loss. She rarely had the opportunity to be alone with Song Tong, especially in such a quiet late night. She was a little shy and couldn't even lift her head. She stayed in the same place. After struggling for a while, she silently placed the noodles and vegetables prepared in advance on the stove, and then stood helpless again.
"Come here," Song Tong pointed to the small bench next to him and said to Ji Xiang, "come here and warm yourself by the fire."
"Oh." Jixiang carefully sat down next to Song Tong and carefully extended his hand.
Song Tong looked at the red and swollen hands and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Ji Xiang used to be the most popular person around Mu Nanzhi. Although he was a maid, he lived a precious life that ordinary nobles could not live. Song Tong remembered that just a few months ago, on the way back to Beidi, Ji Xiang's hands were still so soft and white and delicate. At that time, they were trapped in a snowstorm, and these white jade-like hands were making tea and cooking for their father and son all day long. He felt unbearable at the time, but at this time, his hands were red and swollen, obviously suffering from frostbite. The frostbite on the little finger of his left hand even cracked open and had a layer of light yellow scab on it.
She must have had no experience with frostbite before, right? So I got a lot of chilblains as soon as I arrived in Beidi.