Chapter 127: Burst You (3)_1
Wang Ting, hearing that she had finally arrived, excitedly dashed out to see her standing in the doorway, a skateboard tucked under her arm, sizing up the stone lions at the entrance. He came to a halt, pulled a face, and huffed angrily, "What a liar! You promised to teach me, but these past few days I haven’t even seen your face! Don’t you want to sell that skateboard of yours!?"
"My family just set up a noodle stall, so I’ve been quite busy these past few days." Pei Qin laughed, lifting the noodles in her hand, "Héluó noodles, want to try some?"
"What kind of héluó noodles!?" Wang Ting glanced over, dissatisfied.
Pei Qin climbed the steps and walked in with him, "Isn’t this just my being late! I was worried you wouldn’t care to feed me lunch, so I brought my own noodles. Later, I’ll borrow your kitchen to cook them for me!"
"Who said not coming for several days means not caring to feed you!" Wang Ting huffed again, yet snatched the basket from her hands, peeking inside to find the noodles were thick, round, and faintly yellow, "What kind of noodles are these? Rolled by hand?" He remembered doing something similar when playing with mud in the summertime.
"How about I borrow the kitchen, eat up, and then teach you?" Pei Qin raised an eyebrow.
Wang Ting was curious, his expression a begrudging agreement, "Fine! I’ll take you to the kitchen!"
The Wang family’s estate was vast, with just the front courtyard housing several yards in the eastern and western wings, in addition to the main house. There were rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and towers. It took Pei Qin and Wang Ting, master and servant, over fifteen minutes just to reach the main kitchen.
Upon hearing Wang Ting’s command, the steward at the stove gave up a spot for Pei Qin, "Be quick about it! We’re busy cooking here and will need it soon!"
Pei Qin expressed her thanks and set to work swiftly. Before long, the fragrant smell of fried egg and pork héluó noodles wafted from the pot.
Wang Ting saw the noodles become even thicker and rounder once cooked, the steam rising up, and the golden fried egg on the side, secretly swallowing his saliva, "Does it taste good?"