Just before serving, drizzle some chicken oil; a steaming pot of spicy soup noodles is complete.
Lin Xu served into two large bowls, each with a scoop of crispy meat, drizzled with some chili oil.
As soon as he brought it to the dining table, Shen Jiayue leaned in, picked up chopsticks and a spoon, scooped up some soup, blew on it, and sent it to her mouth, unable to help but exclaim:
"What a delicious taste, I wanted a salty soup today, and you made noodles, Lin darling, do you have telepathy? How can you always make what I want to eat?"
Lin Xu looked at the noodles in the bowl.
With the ingredients at home now, there's nothing else I could make.
But that can't be said; it would definitely affect the relationship between husband and wife.
He smiled and said:
"Maybe this is love."
Well, in this situation, you should quickly earn points, not objectively analyze the reason for making spicy soup noodles. That would be too straightforward.
