Jiang Li carried the bowl of noodles straight out of the kitchen and headed for the courtyard.
Uncle Zhao had already come back from the field and was meticulously selecting sweet potatoes from a basket.
Jiang Li walked over and set the bowl down on the stool in front of him.
"Uncle Zhao, I made some noodles; please, have a taste," she said.
Uncle Zhao looked at Jiang Li, then at the noodles, and hurriedly put down what he was holding and gestured with his hands.
Jiang Li smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, there's plenty more in the kitchen for us; I just used a bit of your flour. I'll find a way to return it to you later."
Uncle Zhao quickly gestured with his hands to tell Jiang Li there was no need for her to return it.
Then he picked up the bowl of noodles and took a bite, immediately widening his eyes with approval and gave Jiang Li a big thumbs up.
Jiang Li's smile grew sweeter, "I'm glad you like it, Uncle Zhao."