The next day, by the time Jiang Feng got up, Jiang Weiming had already made breakfast and was watching the news.
Seeing that Jiang Feng had finished washing up and came out, Jiang Weiming said, "There are noodles in the pot, I rolled them out fresh this morning."
In Jiang Feng's home, they only had rice, flour, and seasoning, so Jiang Weiming, despite his cooking skills, could only make a simple clear soup with noodles.
The noodles were hand-rolled, each strand uniformly thick, and even without the addition of egg whites, they were still smooth and full of bite.
A few drops of sesame oil and they were heavenly.
Jiang Feng ate heartily, polishing off two large bowls and clearing the noodles in the pot before he was satisfied. After eating, he conscientiously washed the pot and dishes and cleaned the kitchen. He checked his phone; it was just past eight. The bus to the countryside didn't leave until ten, so he joined Jiang Weiming to watch TV for a while.
