Zheng Yitong smiled, "It's not complicated at all, just noodles cooked in chicken soup with a bit of seasoning."
She spoke modestly, but Zhang He went on to say, "Ling Feng, don't be fooled by how simple it sounds. Let me tell you, this chicken soup is not your ordinary chicken soup!"
"Oh? What kind of chicken soup is it?" Ling Feng asked.
"Hehe, it's a secret!"
Zhang He raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile on his face.
Ling Feng gave him a look, "Childish!"
After saying that, he quickly finished his noodles and then drank every last drop of soup from the bowl.
He then showed a satisfied expression, patting his belly, "It tasted incredible, I don't even want the roast goose now, you keep it for yourself!"
"That's what you said, no regrets!"
The moment he heard that, Zhang He moved the roast goose in front of himself.
Zheng Yitong looked at the two men and then asked, "Cousin, we should leave early tonight."