The September weather had cooled a bit, and Li Xianglu pushed her two sons, who could still only babble and smile foolishly, to the second courtyard, where she and Sister Ma gave the children a quick wipe down before carrying them to the front yard.
Sister Xing and Leng Qing had made stewed noodles with lamb, which was especially comforting to eat after the damp chill of the rain.
Sister Xing hurriedly cleaned up and left, while Leng Qing brought up the mixed cold dishes. At this time, Qin Xi also entered, washed her hands, and affectionately kissed her two sons who were already seated at the dining table.
The two little ones loved the soft boiled noodles the most, but as they grew, they preferred to eat on their own rather than be fed by others.
Mr. Li had specially ordered wooden bowls and spoons to be made for the three children. Now, the two tykes, displaying remarkable strength, each held a bowl and a spoon, ceaselessly pounding on the small table.
