A bowl of unsalted noodles somehow made Jiang Muwan think of Gu Jiangnian as she ate. The saying "ignorance is bliss" really couldn't be more accurate.
How should one describe this feeling? Like a child without a mother suddenly missing their mom?
"How's the cooking?"
Unsalted noodles aren't much, but to ask how you feel after eating them is truly suffocating.
Do you have no clue about your own gains?
Jiang Muwan looked down at the half portion of noodles left in her bowl, then seriously and earnestly said to Song Sizhi, "Your noble hands are only fit for serving the people and contributing to the country, not suited for such mundane tasks."
"What are you doing?" Jiang Muwan spoke as she carried her bowl towards the kitchen, ready to dump the remaining noodles into the trashcan, only to hear Song Sizhi call out sharply.
Jiang Muwan glanced at the trashcan, then back at Song Sizhi.
His meaning was clear.
"I spent half a day cooking, and you're just going to throw it out?"
