"Auntie, you're too polite, I didn't do anything. If I said something that made my aunt unhappy, I hope my aunt won't take it to heart."

"How could it be? Oh, after talking for so long, you must be very hungry." Mrs. Bai took Qiao Mianmian's hand and said warmly, "Tell my aunt quickly, what do you want to eat."

"But, aunt..."

"You just want to satisfy your aunt's wish? I have always wanted to cook a meal for my daughter, but..." Mrs. Bai said, her eyes turned red.

"Auntie, don't be sad. If you can, just cook a bowl of noodles for me."

Qiao Mianmian was originally embarrassed to let Mrs. Bai cook for her.

However, when she heard Mrs. Bai say she wanted to cook a meal for her daughter, she suddenly felt a little sad and nodded and agreed.

"Noodle? Is it just a bowl of noodles?"

"Well, I just want to eat some noodles now." In fact, she didn't want to bother Mrs. Bai too much.

"Okay, wait. I'll do it for you right away."

Mrs. Bai turned around and went to cook noodles for her happily.

Qiao Mianmian originally thought that a noble lady like Mrs. Bai, who was pampered and had no choice but to cook, but she thought that as long as Mrs. Bai could cook the noodles, it would be considered good.

But unexpectedly, more than ten minutes later, Mrs. Bai actually made a bowl of seafood noodles that was quite good.

The noodles are nutritious and have a very good color scheme, which makes people feel very appetizing.

"Mianmian, the noodles are ready, try and see how they taste. I haven't cooked for a while, and I don't know if the cooking skills have declined. I can't guarantee anything else, but I can still cook a bowl of noodles."

Mrs. Bai put the cooked noodles on the dining table and watched Qiao Mianmian pick up the chopsticks, with an expectant expression on her face.

Qiao Mianmian slowly ate a bite of noodles under her expectant gaze.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Mrs. Bai asked immediately.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Qiao Mianmian said and took another bite.

She was really surprised. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Bai not only cooked the noodles, but also cooked them so delicious.

The craftsmanship is absolutely not bad.

It can even be called very good.

This bowl of seafood noodles is even better than what she ate outside.

"Is it really delicious?" Mrs. Bai's eyes lit up, her cooking skills were confirmed, and she felt much happier when she saw it.

"Well, it's really delicious." Qiao Mianmian said honestly, "It's better than many seafood noodles I've eaten before. Aunt, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. Has Aunt specially learned it?"

Mrs. Bai was even happier after seeing that she was not saying polite words, her eyes bent and she smiled and said, "I learned it. I learned it for your uncle when I was young. You know, it is said that if you want to grasp a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach, so you learned everything your uncle likes to eat."

"Later, as I learned, I fell in love with cooking. Now I occasionally go to the kitchen myself, but because your uncle is still working abroad and there are few people coming back now, so I rarely go to the kitchen."

Mrs. Bai said again, "Eat while it's hot, the seafood noodles will become fishy when they are cold and it's not delicious."

Qiao Mianmian nodded and buried her head in eating noodles seriously.

Mrs. Bai sat next to her, watching the noodles she made were eaten bit by bit, and she felt extremely satisfied.
Chapter completed!