That evening, An Jing not only made hot and sour noodles but also stewed a particularly large pork bone.
Then, An Jing and Xiao Changyi were nibbling on the bone while eating the hot and sour noodles. The weather had already cooled down, eating these things could immediately warm someone up, and they were quite flavorful.
"Husband, it's not too sour, is it?"
"Mhm."
"Is it tasty?"
"Tasty."
"This is really suitable for winter, right?" It was already winter, and they had both put on their winter clothes, which they had specifically gone to Wanbu Pavilion to buy.
"Mhm."
"Then, next year let's plant more sweet potatoes, so we can make more noodles."
"If you don't sell them, planting so much should still be enough for us to eat."
An Jing thought about it and felt that made sense, so she said, "Then let's plant more rice next year, we eat rice every meal, unlike noodles, which are nice to eat occasionally, but I'd get tired if I had to eat them every day."
"Mhm."
