Ah, if the sauce is made well, eating it would be one word: satisfying.
"Click..."
Just as Tang Qing was carefully preparing the sauce, the door opened. Mr. and Mrs. Lin had returned.
Mother Lin came into the kitchen and seeing only Tang Qing, she asked with a smile, "Tangtang, are you the one cooking? Where is Jiaxue?"
Looking at Tang Qing in an apron, Mother Lin was more and more satisfied with her son-in-law. If it wasn't for the law, she would have dragged the two of them to get their marriage certificate. She was afraid that this perfect son-in-law would be snatched away by other girls when he goes to university.
"She is sleeping. She probably didn't get much rest last night." Tang Qing turned his head and responded with a smile.
"Is that so, you are making... noodles." Mother Lin said in surprise when she saw the cut noodles on the cutting board.
"Yes, I learned it from a classmate. I'll let you try it later." Tang Qing replied.
