With Old Madam Jin's assurance, Li Xiaoran already knew what to do.
Li Xiaoran remembered why she had come, so she took out the pickled bamboo shoots she had brought as she said with a smile, "Granny Jin, let's not talk about those unhappy things! Didn't you want to eat a bowl of snail noodles? I brought a lot of fermented pickled bamboo shoots over today! Let's go. While it's not that hot yet, let's eat a bowl of noodles to ward off the heat. After a shower, you'll feel more comfortable!"
As soon as the lid was removed, an indescribable stench wafted over.
However, this suited Old Madam Jin's taste.
Old Madam Jin said with a smile, "Sigh, this is the taste. Let's go! I've been craving snail noodles for a long time. I have to eat to my heart's content today!"
As long as there were snail noodles, Old Madam Jin would have no worries.
Li Xiaoran smiled as she closed the lid again and went to the kitchen with Old Madam Jin.
