After getting home, Qin Yang hadn't returned yet, so Lin Chuxia went straight into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
The noodles had to be hand-pulled, they say soft dough for dumplings and tough dough for the soup, but Lin Chuxia particularly liked eating noodles made with soft dough.
But this required cooking skills.
After kneading the dough, she began preparing the fried sauce.
Pork belly cut into small dices, soybean paste and cooking wine mixed to the right thickness, and spring onions chopped into fine pieces.
Just as everything was ready, Qin Yang returned from outside.
Probably hearing the noise in the kitchen, he first took a peek inside.
Lin Chuxia was heating oil, and without turning her head, she said, "We're having fried sauce noodles for lunch."
A warm presence pressed up against her back, a ticklish kiss landed on her cheek, and it seemed like there was a man's murmur by her ear, "Wife, you've worked hard."
