Hanhan was like a puppy that smelled meat and bones, running over with a poop.
"It smells so good and looks delicious. My mother's cooking is so good!"
"You taste it first and then you say it, little flatterer."
Xiao Lingyue smiled and put the two bowls of noodles on the table and divided them with chopsticks.
"Come on Beibei, you choose first." Hanhan greeted excitedly.
"They're all the same, there's no need to choose," Xiao Lingyue said.
Beibei came over and glanced at the table: "Why are there only two bowls, where's yours?"
"I'm not hungry." There weren't enough ingredients in the kitchen, and she was afraid that the two children would be hungry, so she just cooked their portions.
"My mother and I will share the food, I don't need so much." Beibei took the initiative to push the noodle bowl over.
"I'll share it with my mother too!" Han Han quickly said, "I'm in good health, so it doesn't matter if I eat less. Beibei needs to maintain his health. Mother, please eat mine!"
"You want to rob me too?" Beibei was furious and stared at him.
"I don't have one." Han Han looked innocent and pushed his bowl back: "You eat, you eat!"
Beibei was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to put the noodle bowl on his face.
How could there be such a nasty brother!
"Stop arguing, you can eat what you have, don't share it with me." Xiao Lingyue suddenly realized how difficult it is for a family with two children, so she decided to put the final word on it.
"Mother..."
"Don't talk while eating, just eat well!"
Mother's power is endless.
The two little guys immediately behaved and quietly lowered their heads to eat the noodles.
Xiao Lingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of the lack of ingredients, she only made the simplest Yangchun noodles.
The simpler something is, the more it tests your skills.
A little sesame oil is added to the soup, seasoned with fine salt, the light-colored thin noodles are soaked in the slightly brown soup, garnished with chives, and finally topped with a golden poached egg.
Full of color and flavor.
The two little guys ate without raising their heads.
Beibei was used to Xiao Lingyue's craftsmanship, so his movements were quite reserved.
Han Han is much more heroic.
My little head wants to get into the bowl, just like the wind and the remaining clouds.
A large bowl of Yangchun noodles was eaten cleanly in the blink of an eye, including the soup, which made him burp: "Hiccup..."
"Are you full?" Xiao Lingyue rubbed his belly worriedly.
"No... hiccup, I can still have another bowl, the noodles made by my mother are so delicious!"
"I've finished eating." Beibei put down his chopsticks gently.
Xiao Lingyue took a look at his bowl and saw that only one-third was left. She couldn't help but be surprised.
She knows how much noodles she cooks.
Beibei can only eat half of it at most because he has a bad gastrointestinal condition and usually eats small meals frequently, so his appetite is naturally not as good as Hanhan's.
"Beibei, that's all you eat? Are you really full?" Hanhan saw that he hadn't finished eating and blurted out: "You eat less than Langya!"
"Who is Langya?"
"It's a wolfdog my father raised, called Langya."
"Are you comparing me to a dog?" Beibei couldn't believe it.
"No, I'm just making an analogy." Han Han quickly explained, gesturing with his hands: "The wolf's teeth are very big. It stands so tall..."
He reached a height that was slightly higher than Beibei's.
Beibei said angrily: "You mean I'm not as tall as a dog?"