The gentle words seemed to possess magic, instantly soothing Su Yu's fatigue from the past few days, and a warm current surged in her heart.
Remaining the gracious host as expected, Su Yu smiled and explained, "Today was a bit rushed, the preparations were somewhat hasty, and the dishes are simple. Please, feel free to enjoy."
Meng Yuanyou looked at the dishes before him, full of color, aroma, and taste, especially the bowl of piled high plain noodles, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Is this what they call casual?"
Seeing this, Su Yu quickly reacted, scooped up some of the essence of the pickled fish soup with an ancient wooden spoon, and evenly mixed it into everyone's noodles, softly asking, "Try it, does it taste right?"
Meng Yuanyou was the first to respond, beginning to devour the noodles vigorously.
