Su Wenxiu said, "Indeed, the cold noodles are excellent. Our food street has many delicacies but not Liangpi. These taste amazing and are suitable for summer."
Su Binglan was delighted that her family enjoyed her food. "Since you think so highly of the Liangpi, I'll make more next time."
Fortunately, she had made plenty of cold noodles. Everyone had a big serving and had enough to fill their stomachs.
Shen Qiuhua smiled as she ate. "It's good to have you back, Binglan. If only Wenwu were here, too."
Su Binglan had also thought of her third brother. It had been a long time since she last saw Su Wenwu, so she missed him a lot. Fortunately, the two often wrote to each other.
Su Binglan said, "Wenwu can't eat Liangpi with us, and it's hotter in the south. He probably has to stay for a long time. I plan to open a Liangpi factory and then send some to Wenwu. He can cook it on his own then."
