"Big Sister Ning, if there are dishes to wash, just leave them there. I'll wash them all together after I've finished eating." Zhang Qiuying, upon entering the backyard and catching sight of this, hurriedly called out.
"I haven't had a chance to drink any water this entire morning, and this cornmeal noodle soup smells so delicious, let me get a bowl of it," Zhuang Qingning laughed.
That's how it was.
Zhang Qiuying let out a sigh of relief, grinned, and said: "Then, Big Sister Ning, go ahead and drink your noodle soup. Leave your bowl, and I will wash it."
"Okay." Zhuang Qingning used a ladle to scoop out the noodle soup, also ladling a bowl for Zhuang Qingsui.
The two of them didn't leave the kitchen but stood inside holding their bowls, drinking straight from them.
The noodle soup, fresh from the pot, was slightly hot; they had to blow on it a few times before they could take a sip.