Liao Xiaoxiao's man ate very quickly, and in no time, he had finished off a large bowl of pulled noodles.
"Dad, do you want more?" Erya asked.
"No more for me, you eat." Even the poorest families love their children. Even though he clearly wanted more, he said he was full so that his child could eat a little bit more.
"If you like this, I'll make it for you another day," Tang Huai said. "Next time, I'll add some vegetables and sliced meat, and I guarantee you'll be able to eat a whole pot."
"Sliced meat?" As soon as Liao Xiaoxiao heard this, her eyes lit up.
Tang Huai laughed, "That's right, sliced meat, and if possible, it would be even better to add a poached egg."
"That would be a delicacy," Zhong Huiyan said.
"Yeah, with meat slices and eggs, but never mind, I'm familiar with your family's circumstances," Liao Xiaoxiao said.