After getting out of the car and climbing the steps, before Leng Zirui could knock, Leng Lin had already opened the door from the inside.
"Come in, the noodles are all cooked, I've rinsed them with cold water for you."
"You're kidding, you cooked yourself?"
Leng Zirui entered the house with a smile and followed Leng Lin to the dining room, where Leng Lin used a spoon to serve him two spoonfuls of fried sauce into his bowl, then pushed the plate of vegetables including shredded cucumber and green beans towards him.
Without ceremony, he sat down at the table, scraped all the vegetables into his bowl, casually mixed them with his chopsticks, then lifted the bowl and took a bite.
"Aunt Su's sauce isn't bad, but I still love my mom's chicken and sesame sauce cold noodles the most."
