If someone of Governor Lu Qingming's status went to another family's home for a meal, it would be an earth-shaking event. Preparing ten days or half a month in advance and laying out a sumptuous feast would only be proper.
Lu Qingming had arrived so suddenly that even if Luo Qi had wanted to make preparations, there had been no time. She could only reheat the noodle-slice soup the family had not finished that morning, then ladle a large spoonful of chicken over it in the bowl. Thinking that soldiers stationed at the frontier all preferred stronger flavors, she followed Li Mu Yang's example and tossed in a handful of chilies.
Lu Qingming took the noodle-slice soup, ate one piece of noodle, and drank a large mouthful of broth. His face filled with delighted surprise as he looked at Li Mu Yang and said, "Not bad. This noodle-slice soup is delicious. No wonder Mu Yang likes it."
Li Mu Yang laughed along with him and said, "When I was at Starry Sky Academy, what I missed most was this bowl of noodle-slice soup made by my mother. There are countless delicacies outside, but none can compare with food made by one's own mother."
Luo Qi was overjoyed when she heard Li Mu Yang's words. When I miss my son, isn't my son missing me as well?
However, when she saw the loving look on Lu Qingming's face as he gazed at Li Mu Yang, Luo Qi could not bear it anymore.
"This is my son. My son. My son."
Lu Qingming clearly liked the noodle-slice soup very much. Though he had already eaten breakfast, he swiftly polished off the entire large bowl of noodle soup and said to Luo Qi, "It really is delicious. I should have Xiao Yu try