He heard this and was about to blurt out:
Someone likes to eat thin noodles.
Long Xingkui also told him, cooking with soft, glutinous thick noodles is more flavorful, the taste of the noodles would be better.
But he always used thin noodles because someone liked to eat thin noodles.
She eats thick noodles and gets full after just a few strands, unable to eat the rest of the side dishes.
Long Xiliang's gaze turned dark and deep, once again thinking of that woman, Lu Xiaoyou... an indelible presence in his memory and habits.
To the extent that every dish he makes carries traces of her.
Back then, after she reported the ingredients for the soup noodles to him, she said:
This bowl of noodles will be called Youyou Thin Noodles!
"Oh, don't forget to add a soft-boiled egg!" The woman's charming voice echoed in his mind again.
"With so many ingredients, can you finish it?" Lu Xiaoyou's small appetite was something he was well aware of.
