Half an hour later, three dishes—layered vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, pumpkin meatball soup, and minced meat with eggplant—were laid out on the table. Sui Yi served herself a bowl of rice, sat down at the table, and glanced at Ye Chunan, who was holding onto his cup noodles.
Ye Chunan sneered, pulled out a chair, and sat down with a huff, "Not bad cooking skills... My mom wasn't wrong, you are quite sensible... But making a meal this complicated, it's almost more trouble than it's worth compared to instant noodles..."
"Your noodles have been soaked for half an hour, aren't they swollen?" Sui Yi didn't look at him but continued to eat her soup.
Ye Chunan's expression turned sour as he lifted the lid... Heh, inside was a lump of bloated, thick noodles.
All the water was almost absorbed.
He then looked at the delicious dishes on the table...
His stomach started to cramp.
