Dinner was cold mixed rice noodles. To be honest, Fu Ying's cooking skills were limited to a bare minimum of competence; much like her artistic talents, she had some, but just a little.
So her approach to the cold rice noodles was standard and ordinary. She brought water to a boil, dropped the rice noodles in to soak for twenty minutes, tested if they were done by snapping one with chopsticks, and drained them to get ready for mixing.
The soul of the dish was the sauce, and she did not possess an interesting and delicious soul.
Chapter 194