After feeding Ah Nan, Xiang Yi went back to the kitchen to cook.
The noodles she selected were handmade soba noodles. Soba was rich in protein, vitamins and more, and was not easily converted into fat for the body.
After the soba was cooked, she soaked it in cold water for a while so the taste was more defined.
At the same time, Xiang Yi pulled out the sour plum soup* she'd prepared earlier that morning and poured it into a transparent juice container before taking everything out at the same time.
In the pavilion, Yan Zhenhua had been gasping non stop because the more he ate, the spicier the food tasted. But the spicier it was, the more he wanted to eat. His throat was about to burn up, but his hands couldn't stop.
Seeing the sour plum soup in Xiang Yi's hands, Yan Zhenhua's eyes lit up. "Miss, you didn't make that yourself, did you?"
