It was already almost three in the afternoon by the time everyone finished, and they were all starving. But since they still had to go to Grandma's house in the evening to celebrate her birthday, it wasn't practical to prepare a big meal. So, Zhao Guihua took charge in the kitchen, Jiang Qingkui helped with the seasoning, and they all had a simple bowl of noodles to get by.
Watching old Zhou buy quite a bit of fish and meat, the opportunistic old Jiang hoped to mooch a meal but ended up with just a bowl of noodle soup. The poached egg offered some consolation, leaving him with mixed feelings.
Zhou Wang, tugging at his noodles, also felt a bit wistful.
With his current wealth, it had been a long time since he'd eaten such plain, simple food.
But since his mom made it, he savored every bite of that bowl of noodles, after all, parental love is priceless.
After helping his parents clean up the dishes, Zhou Wang pulled a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Guihua.
