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Chapter 244 Longevity Noodles

After Su Wuli left, the people in the courtyard who had been keeping their heads down raised their heads a little.

All the voices became cautious again, deliberately suppressed.

The chopsticks touched the rim of the bowl with a soft sound and then stopped, as if afraid of startling something.

Feng Xi was alright; he picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed it.

Then I picked up another piece.

Shadow Falcon glanced at him, and Feng Xi paused with his chopsticks.

Are you very hungry?

Feng Xi nodded.

I'm really hungry.

Shadow Falcon glanced at him again.

Feng Xi looked up and glanced at the main table, then blinked to indicate that she understood.

Then he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and pretended nothing had happened.

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kitchen.

When Su Wuli pushed open the door, there were already two cooks standing in front of the stove.

On the cutting board were flour, eggs, and a bowl of risen dough.

There was also a bowl of chopped scallions on the side.

The water in the pot was already boiling, with tiny bubbles rising to the surface.

She came in the afternoon and told the kitchen manager she wanted a bowl of noodles.

Su Wuli then realized that they did not have the custom of eating longevity noodles here.

Su Wuli explained the requirements for the longevity noodles.

The manager didn't ask why, he just asked if they needed help.

Su Wuli nodded, "Of course I want to."

She won't.

The manager arranged for two cooks to knead the dough and wait for her to arrive.

Su Wuli walked to the cutting board, washed her hands, took the rested dough, and placed it on the wooden board sprinkled with flour.

Under the cook's instruction, they began to work.

Su Wuli rolled the dough into a long strip, then rolled it out with a rolling pin and cut it into thin strips with a knife.

The cut noodles varied in width due to the knife skills; some were thick, and some were thin.

Su Wuli looked at the uneven noodles with a troubled expression, hesitated for a moment, and then picked them up.

Carefully and gently stretch it out and put it into the pot.

The noodles are bubbling in the boiling water.

The cook next to them used long chopsticks to gently stir them, preventing them from sticking together.

Then comes the fried egg.

The egg white turns from transparent to white, and the yolk is plump and round like a little sun.

When it was almost time, Su Wuli scooped the noodles out and put them into a large bowl, then poured two spoonfuls of broth over them.

The broth was prepared in advance by the kitchen and simmered for an afternoon; it was clear and glistening with oil floating on top.

Finally, place the fried egg on top of the noodles and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

I added a few small green vegetables from the stove and placed them on the rim of the bowl.

The bowl is filled with an enticing color that looks delicious.

Su Wuli carried the bowls out of the kitchen on a tray. The cook offered to help her, but she refused.

I carried it carefully and slowly, afraid of spilling the soup.

Once inside the courtyard, everyone naturally saw it.

Seeing that she was holding a large bowl, my eyes followed the bowl.

Yu Chen was sitting in the main seat, head down, drinking tea and didn't see anything.

Su Wuli placed the bowl in front of him, the bottom of the bowl hitting the table with a soft sound.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Yu Chen raised his head and looked at the bowl that had suddenly appeared in front of him.

A large bowl of noodles, steam rising from the rim and hitting his face.

He paused for a moment, then looked at Su Wuli, "This is...?"

"Try it." She picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him.

Yu Chen looked at the face but did not move.

Su Wuli stood beside him and urged, "Try it quickly."

Yu Chen then took the noodle and picked it up.

The noodles were very long. I pulled them out of the bowl and stretched them a chopstick length long, but they still didn't break. I stretched them another chopstick length long, but they still didn't break.

He paused, looked at the long noodle, and looked up at her.

"For me?" he asked.

"Mm." Su Wuli nodded. "The kitchen helped knead the dough, I cut the noodles, and I fried the eggs."

She paused, as if she had thought of something, and assured them, "It definitely won't be spicy."

Yu Chen's gaze shifted from her face to the bowl of noodles.

After watching for a moment, he lowered his head, sucked the long noodle into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Su Wuli sat down and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is it delicious?"

He looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Eat more if you like it." Su Wuli smiled, her eyes crinkling.

As soon as she finished speaking, the chopsticks curved and were brought to her lips.

The noodles were lifted out of the bowl, with a small amount of soup clinging to them.

Su Wuli paused for a moment, then opened her mouth and ate.

The noodles slid into my mouth, carrying the savory flavor of the broth and a hint of egg.

After she chewed and swallowed, Yu Chen picked up another piece with his chopsticks.

Su Wuli opened her mouth again and ate, with soup stains on the corner of her lips.

The man gently wiped it off with his fingertip.

Someone dropped their chopsticks at the next table and quickly picked them up.

Feng Xi held the bowl to her lips, her eyes drifting over the rim of the bowl.

He quickly took it back and pretended to drink the soup, leaving the bowl empty.

Shadow Falcon kept his head down, holding the food in his chopsticks for a long time without putting it in his mouth.

The others were doing the same thing, poking around in the dish with their chopsticks, seemingly trying to find something.

Su Wuli noticed the gazes around her, and her face burned intensely.

He reached for his own chopsticks.

However, the next second, Yu Chen's chopsticks were handed over again, the noodles rolled into a ball, just the right size for one bite.

Su Wuli met the man's gaze and didn't move for a moment.

The gazes of those present made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Take another bite," Yu Chen said gently.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli forced herself to open her mouth.

Yu Chen smiled slightly and then finished the rest of the noodles.

Yu Chen ate slowly, and one could even say he ate very politely.

In the end, they not only finished the noodles, but also drank the soup.

There was a little bit of chopped green onion left at the bottom of the bowl, which he stirred with his chopsticks.

I ate it too.

He put down his chopsticks and looked up at her.

He then reached out and took her hand, pressing his thumb against her reddened fingertips and gently rubbing them.

Su Wuli looked at it and remembered that she had burned herself while carrying noodles in the kitchen earlier.

She was in such a hurry that the cook only brought her a tray later.

Remembering the injury she had sustained to her fingertip yesterday, she slightly curled it up to avoid letting him see it.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't very big and it has already healed.

Moreover, it's on the left hand, not frequently used, and not easily noticeable unless you look closely.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Chen's eyes were fixed on his fingertips.

Su Wuli looked down at her fingertips; the red mark had faded.

It's not very obvious.

"It's alright," she said. "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Yu Chen lowered his head, brought his lips close to her fingertips, and blew a breath.

A breeze brushed past her fingertips, carrying away the lingering heat.

Su Wuli flinched, but he held her hand, preventing her from dodging.

Yu Chen blew another breath.

Her fingers curled in his palm for a moment, then relaxed.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

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