Su Binglan did not think about what to cook for dinner on her way back to the village. She had even planned to ask her family what they wanted when she got home.
However, when she saw what her mother was making, she thought of making Liangpi, which was a cold noodle dish. Since it was hot during the summer, eating some Liangpi would help cool them down.
Shen Qiuhua knew it was a new delicacy when her daughter mentioned a new word. The former was excited, asking, "Is Liangpi a new dish?"
Su Binglan smiled. "Yes, it is. It's best to eat it in the summer."
"Binglan, it's good to have you back. We always have something new to eat when you're around. I usually don't have much of an appetite in the summer. It's unlike winter when I can eat three meals a day."
Su Binglan said, "Eating the usual hot dishes during summer doesn't taste as good as it does during the winter. Even my appetite dwindles around this season. I'd get full after just a few bites."
