He Qiu returned with two bowls of noodles, placing one in front of Song Ziyun and the other before himself. He rubbed his hands together, picked up his chopsticks in excitement, and took a large mouthful of the pork noodles. The broth was rich and delicious—it tasted even better than anything cooked at home!
"Wife, eat up! These noodles are fantastic, better than what Mom makes!"
He couldn't fathom why the restaurant’s noodles tasted so different from those made at home, but he was too lazy to dwell on it.
Chapter 129