"Auntie, you're too polite. I didn't do anything. If I said anything to make you unhappy, I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Of course not. Aiya, you must be hungry after talking for so long." Madam Bai held Qiao Mianmian's hand and said affectionately, "Quickly tell Auntie what you want to eat."
"But, Auntie…"
"Just treat it as fulfilling a wish of mine, okay? I've always wanted to cook a meal for my daughter, but…" As Madam Bai spoke, her eyes turned red.
"Auntie, don't be sad. If possible, cook me a bowl of noodles."
Qiao Mianmian was embarrassed to let Madam Bai cook for her.
However, when she heard Madam Bai say that she wanted to make a meal for her daughter, she suddenly felt a little sad and quickly nodded in agreement.
"Noodles? Just a bowl of noodles?"
"Yes, I just want to eat some noodles now." Actually, she didn't want to trouble Madam Bai too much.
"Okay, wait here. I'll make it for you right away."
