Mr. Jiu washed his face and put on a Tang suit. Qin Miaomiao brought over a steaming bowl of noodles, smiling as she said:
"Ninth Uncle, I made these noodles myself, would you like to try them?"
Actually, Little seventh guided her at the side, teaching her hand in hand. She even had to drop the noodles into the pot exactly as he instructed, after all, she almost burned her own kitchen down before!
"Hmm."
Ninth Uncle took a few bites and offered a rare compliment: "The noodles are not bad."
She had just sighed a breath of relief when she heard him say:
"When did you arrive?"
"Last night."
"I see you have dark circles under your eyes, didn't sleep last night?"
She was busy the whole night, how could she have slept?
She smiled and said, "Ninth Uncle's birthday banquet is the most important, whether I sleep or not doesn't matter."
He put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "I know you're filial, but I won't allow you to tire yourself out like this, go rest."
