Shen Mianmian saw through his thoughts and said proudly, "Before, I was just playing the fool."
Lu Siyuan scoffed disdainfully.
Though Lu Siyuan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was an excellent cook, especially when it came to rolling out noodles, which he did beautifully.
Initially, he had planned to mix bean flour with wheat flour for the noodles, but when Shen Mianmian arrived, he changed his mind and decided to make noodles entirely from wheat flour.
He fried an egg into an omelette in the pan and then placed it in the pot of noodles.
Before long, a pot of fragrant noodles was ready. Shen Mianmian repeated several times that she had already eaten, but the enthusiastic Old Lu insisted that she have a bowl of noodles.
Seeing how Lu Siyuan would end their friendship if she refused, she couldn't fight the two of them and ended up eating a bowl.
Witnessing how kind Old Lu was, Shen Mianmian couldn't help feeling a surge of sadness.
