"That won't do. Old Luo is one of your best friends, and it's not often they come to visit. I have to show them my utmost sincerity."
She paused, her eyes shifting slightly as a cunning glint flashed within them.
"Besides, I also want to test his appetite."
Fei Jin was taken aback. He frowned and asked, "Why would you test that? He's not here for an evaluation. Is there any need to be so serious?"
Song Qingya chuckled and said in a low voice, "Isn't it because of that old habit of your brother's? I just want to see if his appetite has really declined, or if it's related to what I suspect."
As it turned out, her bowl of oil-splashed noodles had a hidden purpose.
Every strand of noodle had been kneaded and rolled by hand.
And the final spoonful of red chili oil was a special concoction she had simmered herself.
The large bowl was piled high with snow-white noodles, with a bright red sauce drizzled on top.
