"Of course."
Just like that, the four members of the Su family suddenly joined in. The seven of them surrounded the table and ate the corn noodles.
The Old Master was very happy and ate two big bowls. "When I was in the army, the army was stationed in the northeast. This was the most common food in the canteen. I haven't had this taste in many years. It was handmade by your family, right?"
Yang Meirong quickly nodded. "Yes, Uncle. We made it ourselves."
"You must be Mian, right?" Mrs. Su looked at the little girl sitting next to Su Yu and looked at her carefully.
Upon hearing Mrs. Su call her name, Huo Mian immediately stood up.
"Hello, Mrs. Su."
"Sit down, sit down. You don't have to be so polite. Don't be nervous."
Mrs. Su vaguely remembered seeing this child at the hospital.
She then thought back to Su Yu's car accident and the series of subtle reactions after he was discharged from the hospital.
