After this little interlude, everyone started to make noodles again. They were busy until dusk and smoke was lit up in every household.
When Aunt Liu left, she was holding a large bowl of noodles in her hand, and Qin Qingyan, who was also holding a large bowl of noodles, followed her.
"Qingyan, you really don't have to send me off. I'll come back later."
Aunt Liu said to Qin Qingyan as she walked out.
Although she had helped the Qin family for a day, she had also brought out the family's noodles.
"It's fine, Grandma Liu. It's just a few steps. It's not like I'm tired."
Qin Qingyan shook his head. He handed the torch to Aunt Liu and said, "Why don't you help me with the torch and I'll take this."
As he spoke, he wanted to take the basin from Aun Liu's hands.
"Don't. How can I let you take everything? Let's do it together."
