Since it was time to eat, Qiao Yin stopped arranging the herbs and stayed in the kitchen to help Lu Lingche prepare lunch.
She cooked hand-pulled noodles they had bought from the market. After boiling them thoroughly and cooling them down, she served them in a bowl, ladling two spoonfuls of beef bone broth over them, adding some beef, and sprinkling coriander and chopped green onions on top, resulting in a bowl of aromatic beef bone noodles.
Lu Lingche watched her bustling about, a sense of satisfaction rising in his heart.
It was rare that they could get along so harmoniously now, with her, like before, busily preparing food for him, showing all the signs of a doting little wife.
Moments later, all the dishes were ready.
Lu Lingche's culinary skills were quite impressive, and Qiao Yin thoroughly enjoyed the meal. If it weren't for the fact that she was too full, she probably would have had another bowl of noodles.
Even Yu Fei ate until he was stuffed.