Gently sprinkled in a pinch of salt, then slowly stirred in cold water, before lightly cracking in a few eggs.
She meticulously mixed until the dough in her hand gradually formed a soft and elastic mass.
Tonight's dinner was hand-shaved noodles, and to achieve that chewy texture, she had to knead the dough continuously, a task that undeniably tested both her strength and patience.
The noise from outside faintly drifted into her ears, the person she once was.
In the face of injustice, she would always stand up first to defend what was right.
But things change, and since Xie Xinghua had chosen to keep her distance, Su Yu had lost the reason to intervene.
Perhaps only when Lady Zhao's actions touched the deepest pain in Xie Xinghua's heart would it prompt her to truly reflect and awaken.
A doubt couldn't help but rise in Su Yu's mind, on what grounds did Lady Zhao consider herself so high and mighty?
