First, she sliced some chicken meat into strips and stir-fried it with oil to bring out the flavor before adding water. Once the chicken strips were tender, the taste infused into the broth. She then stretched the well-kneaded dough into a long strip, and as the water boiled in the pot, the noodles rolled and were soon ready to be served.
Not long after, she blanched some vegetables and boiled two eggs. When the fragrant noodles were served into bowls, a rumbling sound came from behind her.
Turning her head, she saw Liang Yuening's face was gloomy, but his stomach was honest.
"Go wash your hands, it's time to eat."
She patted Liang Yuening's shoulder and then carried the bowls of noodles to the dining table.
Liang Haoming took the initiative to help serve the noodles. Watching this scene, Liang Yuening felt a sense of harmony. The two got along so well, but beneath this everyday, warm atmosphere, he felt as though he had no place for himself.
Was he superfluous?
