"Is this the Tomato and Egg Noodles?"
While Enna Clark was in a daze, Old Master Lawrence had already pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat down, his sharp gaze falling onto the bowl of Tomato and Egg Noodles she had placed there, frowning as he seemed to ponder something.
"Yes, I specifically boiled the noodles a little longer, they are very soft, should not affect digestion." Enna Clark timely offered him the chopsticks.
Old Master Lawrence took the chopsticks she handed over, but really couldn't see what was so special about this unappealing, unarranged bowl of noodles that warranted his grandson's incessant plugging from yesterday.
In his lifetime, he had tasted every kind of exquisite dish, and the Lawrence Family even employed over a dozen seven-star chefs; his usual meals were all finely crafted by star chefs, first-rate both in color and presentation.
At first glance, these 'honest' noodles were a bit hard for him to come to grips with.
