Qian qingyu asked, “Princess Weiyang? Isn’t she in Chang ‘an?”
Lu ang said, “No, she’s in Lingnan with her grandparents. After she went to Lingnan, I met her five times. Each time, I became more and more stingy. Usually, I don’t even want to write letters. I feel that writing letters to me is a waste of paper.”
“Every time, I wrote a lot of letters to her. In order to save some ink and brush, she answered several letters at the same time. Usually, it takes half a year to receive a reply from her.”
Qian qingyu said, “It’s a good thing that the princess is thrifty and doesn’t waste money.”
Lu ang smiled lightly and scooped out the noodles in the pot. “Here, try it. Don’t bite it off. You have to eat all of it.”
Qian Qingyu looked at the simple bowl of clear broth noodle soup in front of her. Her eyes were slightly red as she said, “This is your first time making longevity noodles for me. I’m a little reluctant to eat it.”
