Zhuanzhuan entered and saw her action, curiously asked, "Sis, what are you doing?"
"No... nothing."
"Then why is your face so red?"
Nan Fei guiltily rubbed her face and denied it seriously, "Not at all! You must be mistaken, probably because of the heat from biking back."
"Oh!" Zhuanzhuan nodded her head in half-belief, then urged her to come out for dinner.
"Okay!"
The sisters came out together, helping Zhang Fengmei set the meal on the table, and each serving their rice according to their preference. Dinner usually consists of porridge or buns.
Tonight, Zhang Fengmei, having time, made a rare green vegetable noodle soup, which made Nan Fei's mouth water.
"Mom, you actually made noodle soup, I haven't had it for many years."
Zhang Fengmei patted Nan Fei affectionately, "How old are you? I just made it not long ago, you make it sound like I'm lazy."
