"Is this tomato egg noodles?"
As Chi Enen was lost in thought, Old Master Li had already pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down. His sharp gaze fell on the tomato egg noodles placed by Chi Enen, his eyebrows furrowing as if he were deep in thought.
"Yes, I made sure to cook the noodles a little longer so they're softer—it shouldn't affect digestion," Chi Enen said as she handed him the chopsticks at the right moment.
Old Master Li accepted the chopsticks from her. He really couldn't see what was so special about this plain-looking, unplated bowl of noodles that made his little grandson relentlessly praise it yesterday.
In his lifetime, he had tasted every exquisite dish imaginable. The Li family even employed over a dozen seven-star chefs. The food he ate regularly was crafted from premium ingredients prepared by star chefs, with impeccable presentation and color.
Faced with such "practical" noodles, he hesitated slightly.
