Su Yinhe was left alone in the chaotic wind.
Understanding politeness is good, but sometimes people don't need to be too polite.
Su Yinhe touched her chest, feeling a bit like she had a heart attack.
Su Yinhe had a heart attack, while Su Linglong and Su An, carrying the noodles, were actually very happy.
So happy that they almost walked and sang at the same time.
"Mom, we can eat noodles now, right?" Su An asked, drooling as he spoke.
"Yes, we can eat several bowls now," Su Linglong said, getting hungry herself as she talked.
She wanted to eat noodles too.
For them at that moment, even plain boiled noodles were a delicacy.
"But how do we cook them?" Su An knew that cooking noodles required a pot, and needed fire.
"That's easy." They could still find a pot, as people had lived nearby.
If they searched carefully, they would find one.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off, and after a thorough search, they indeed found a pot.
It's just...
The pot was a bit dusty.
