In the mountain valley, it was rare to eat this kind of food. Especially after the instant noodles were cooked, the aroma from the seasoning packet wafted out of the kitchen and into the yard. Little Lei, only six or seven years old, couldn't resist the temptation of this smell.
An Ran smiled knowingly and pinched little Lei's chubby face, "Alright, just wait a bit, and there'll be food soon."
Little Lei obediently ran to sit beside Lu Yi. He liked these older brothers and sisters; it was clearly that teacher who was unreasonable.
Lu Yi reached out and ruffled little Lei's head. Kids are the purest; right is right, wrong is wrong.
At this moment, Cheng Hao came over with a bowl full of food. "These noodles smell so good. Ever since I came to Qingfeng Town, I haven't had instant noodles. I used to disdain them in school, but now I really miss them. Lu Yi, can you count me in? I haven't touched my vegetables yet, we can eat together later."
