'Come back tomorrow?'
Zhang Weimin took another bite, finishing off the last half of the fried egg in his bowl. He chewed, swallowed, and then took a sip of the rich, fragrant chicken broth with a sigh. The taste of the noodles was just heavenly. 'Hmm,' he thought, 'if the noodles are this good, maybe coming over a few more times wouldn't be so bad...'
Watching Zhang Weimin eat, both Zhang Weihong and Fang Juxian snickered to themselves.
Zhang Weimin was indeed eating ferociously. He had started slurping away on his own while Guo Xiuying was arguing with Fang Juxian. Even though the noodles were hot, he had already finished nearly half the bowl. As he ate, he marveled at his little sister's cooking skills. The noodles were seasoned perfectly, and she hadn't been stingy with the oil for the fried eggs—unlike the bland, oil-less meals his own wife made.
