"We're getting older, and eating meat at night doesn't digest well. Why not have some noodles with a couple of poached eggs? Today, your Aunt Cuilan made quite a bit of noodles and sent them over with Brother Tianzhi who came to fill out his college application. We have enough to last us several days, and there's a big jar of chili oil too. Let's save the meat for tomorrow noon when Xibao makes some braised pork and brings it to you," said Lu's father, getting Cheng Baoguo's approval.
The chili oil is made from mutton fat, and mixing a bit of it with steaming hot noodles turns them into a fragrant dish that makes everyone break out in a sweat, with a sense of comfort seeping from their pores.
Xibao hadn't finished his bowl of noodles when he received a call from Feng Qingxue.
"Xibao, did you specifically call with something on your mind?" Feng Qingxue's voice sounded tired, but she was very concerned about her eldest son. If it wasn't urgent, he usually wouldn't phone.
