Forget it, she will invite her next time.
She lit the fire, put the noodles in, boiled them for a while, then added some vinegar and chopped green onions to the bowl. Lastly, she drizzled some hot oil over the top and put the noodles in the pot. She then topped them with a sunny-side-up egg. Both bowls of noodles were identical. It was late, she didn't want to go out, so they would have to make do with these noodles for their meal.
The noodles she cooked didn't taste too bad.
She placed the noodles on the table, alongside a small plate of shredded pickles. Nothing fancy, just plain simple fare that she had been accustomed to all along. This was much simpler than a pearl, jade, and jasper soup, but she still enjoyed it.
She had gotten used to this kind of life in her previous life, so no matter how simple her days were, she could adapt.
