Pour on a large ladleful of the stewed old hen, add a handful of chilies, and it became an absolute delicacy. It was a hundred, a thousand times more delicious than that expensive Gongshan Five-Colored Chicken Li Mu Yang had eaten with his master, Xiahou Qianbai, at Starry Sky Academy.
The same familiar recipe, the same familiar taste.
However long Li Mu Yang had been away from Jiangnan, that was how long he had been away from his mother—and from this noodle soup.
The moment he took a bite, Li Mu Yang felt tears welling in his eyes.
He had discovered that he had grown quite a bit and matured quite a bit while he was away. But the moment he returned to his parents and family, he instantly became a child who would always depend on them with all his heart.
"Mu Yang, eat some more." Luo Qi gazed lovingly at Li Mu Yang as he gulped down the noodle soup, urging him nonstop to eat more while she had not even had time to take a bite of her own.
"Mm." Li Mu Yang nodded repeatedly. "It's delicious. Mother, you should eat some too."
"All right. I'll eat too." Luo Qi beamed so broadly that her mouth could hardly close. She had still been bedridden with illness the day before, but the moment she learned her son had returned, she became full of vigor. A son was a mother's greatest support, body and soul.
Li Yan casually pushed over the grilled meat pastries he had bought and said quietly, "These are the grilled meat pastries from Fatty Wang Er's place in the western district. They say it's a century-old brand from Tiandu. There was still a long line when I got there."
Luo Qi shot Li Yan a