Ye Silai didn't make any requests, just said: "Do whatever you think is best, sister."
Yu Xinyan thought for a moment, then started to work. In her past life, she had put a lot of effort into cooking to please those three ingrates, but it was all for naught, like lighting a candle for a blind man. All her efforts were wasted.
She directly made sautéed noodles, but since she couldn't add chili peppers, she added a little pickled cabbage from the corner for better taste. Of course, the noodles weren't pure white flour but mixed flour.
Then she prepared some millet porridge on the small stove for the little patient who had just recovered from a fever. With no other ingredients at hand, they had to make do with what they had.
When the meal was almost ready, Yu Xinyan realized she hadn't seen the lunchbox: "Silai, where's the lunchbox?"
Ye Silai then remembered that he had forgotten to bring the lunchbox back, looking remorseful: "I'll go get it now."
