Rebirth Counterattack with Space
Chapter 387 - 373: Noodle Soup

Chapter 387: Chapter 373: Noodle Soup

"Okay"

Lu Yun nodded again and again as she was urged, responding obediently, and then couldn’t resist giving Pei Xin’s adorable little cheeks a kiss before she headed upstairs.

After soaking in the bath, Lu Yun really felt relieved all over, and sleepiness began to wash over her in waves. She held up the hairdryer to dry her hair, feeling not the slightest desire to go downstairs to eat. All she wanted to do was dive into her bed and sleep immediately. As she was contemplating the feasibility of that, there came a knocking at the door.

When she opened the door, Zhang Min stood there holding a tray at the entrance. The noodles on it, no longer steaming hot, smelled enticing, and the minced meat, crushed peanuts, and few pieces of crisp, fresh vegetables on top looked even more tempting.

"Are you so sleepy that you don’t want to eat and just want to go to bed? Hehe, even if you’re tired, you should eat a little, or you’ll wake up hungry in the middle of the night. That’s even more uncomfortable. Come, try your grandma’s cooking." Zhang Min chuckled upon seeing Lu Yun yawning profusely.

"Grandma, I can go down and eat by myself. Why did you bring it up here?" Lu Yun, startled and feeling embarrassed, quickly reached out to take the tray.

Zhang Min dodged her, walking directly into the room and placing the tray on the small round table in the outer room, "I figured you’d be about done bathing by now, probably still pondering whether to eat or not. If I didn’t bring it up, you might have gone straight to sleep."

As Zhang Min was speaking, she laughed, "Come on, the noodles have been ready for a short while and aren’t too hot. The temperature is just right."

"Thank you, Grandma. You really are omniscient, aren’t you? You even guessed this?"

Without any pretense, Lu Yun sat down and began eating. After the first bite, her eyes lit up, and she started eating faster, "Grandma, your cooking really is amazing."

"It’s just experience. As the saying goes, ’dumplings when you’re out, noodles when you’re home.’ I specifically learned how to make these noodles from a northern grandma who was excellent at making flour dishes. Not only do you praise it, but your grandpa, your uncle, Pei Kun, Luoluo, and all of them love eating it too. One of these days, I’ll make it specially for you and Shitou to try properly. You’re about to go to sleep now, and this bowl isn’t very big—it’s just enough to fill your stomach. Eating too much would make you too full and uncomfortable to sleep."

Zhang Min’s smile grew even brighter as she saw Lu Yun enjoying the food, and her voice was unavoidably filled with a hint of pride.

"Ah? Then if I have the chance, Grandma, you’ll have to teach me. You can’t keep secrets." Indeed, the portion of noodles wasn’t much, and in short order, Lu Yun had finished eating, even drinking all the soup from the bowl, leaving not a drop behind.

After eating, she patted her stomach and felt it was just right—not hungry but not overstuffed and uncomfortable. Thinking of the grandma’s remark ’seen a lot,’ she immediately understood.

"The next time you want to learn, I’ll teach you, just don’t end up like Luoluo. Every time she says she wants to learn, she quits halfway and refuses to continue, always finding excuses saying that if she really learned, I would be jealous," Zhang Min recalled, both annoyed and amused.

"Ah? Then I won’t learn either, just to avoid learning and then Grandma won’t want to make it for me anymore." Lu Yun blinked her eyes, holding back laughter and said with feigned seriousness.

"Go to sleep quickly. What a fate I have, both of my granddaughters-in-law are lazier than the other, and each one is so articulate with excuses."

Zhang Min tapped her forehead and complained with a smile. Her hands nimbly gathered the bowl, chopsticks, and spoon into the tray, not lingering; she stood up and carried it out, amid Lu Yun’s stifled laughter.

"Did Xiaoyun also finish her soup?" At the stairway, Aunt Jin, holding Pei Xin, looked at Zhang Min’s tray and laughed at once.

"Mhm, you can tell that she’s a child who values relationships." Zhang Min nodded, extremely pleased with how Lu Yun finished her noodles and even slurped up the soup.

As a child, she always heard her parents say that people who like to drink noodle soup are typically warm-hearted and loyal. In her youth, she didn’t quite agree, finding the saying far-fetched. But then she married Pei Qingyuan, who loved noodle soup, and he always wanted a bowl brimming with it... Eventually, it turned out her parents were right. Having gone through most of life together, wasn’t Pei Qingyuan someone full of warmth and loyalty?

Perhaps it was hereditary, or birds of a feather flock together; throughout the Pei Family, including the daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law, everyone liked drinking the noodle soup. Now, Xiaoyun was no exception—

"It’s all because your noodles are especially delicious."

Aunt Jin, of course, wasn’t privy to Zhang Min’s inner thoughts. All she knew was that Zhang Min’s noodle soup tasted exceptionally good. After eating, everyone in the family would speak highly of it, always finishing the bowl’s contents clean, soup included.

Waking up, Lu Yun opened her eyes, and turning over, she saw the stillness around her, dark and pitch-black. Immediately aware of Shitou by her side in the darkness, she then closed her eyes again, not wanting to wake him. But in the darkness, Shitou’s light laughter reached her, "Awake?"

"How long have you been back?" Lu Yun immediately opened her eyes and responded, feeling slightly annoyed—had she known, she wouldn’t have turned over.

"A couple of hours, I guess. I was washing up in the guest room. Grandma insisted I shouldn’t enter the bedroom, fearing I’d wake you up. In the end, I sneaked in anyway." Shitou sounded a bit wronged, "Why does everyone favor you so much?"

"You’re in trouble now, daring to openly defy Grandma’s decree, sneaking in even when you were told not to." Lu Yun was amused.

"Heartless. It’s all because I was worried you’d be scared if you woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t see me," Shitou moved closer and hugged her tightly, letting out a contented sigh.

"I’m not a three-year-old child, what’s there to be scared of?" Lu Yun buried her head in Shitou’s chest, refusing to admit that feeling Shitou by her side indeed made her feel much more at ease when she woke up.

She chuckled and said, "Stop talking, aren’t you tired? Hurry up and sleep."

"I’m okay, do you want me to accompany you to the kitchen to eat something first? There’s food still warm there." Shitou caressed the top of Lu Yun’s hair.

"Not hungry yet, I already had noodles boiled personally by Grandma before I went to sleep. Have you eaten? Her cooking is really good." Lu Yun shook her head and asked.

"I did, and they were indeed delicious; I didn’t spare the soup, and Grandma was so happy to see that. Later, Grandpa secretly told me that in Grandma’s mind, drinking noodle soup is a sign of being caring and loyal. Thankfully, our family all like to drink soup, so we’re all considered to be affectionate and loyal."

Shitou remembered what Grandpa had secretly told him and the fact that his Grandma actually believed such an unfounded notion, and he couldn’t help but laugh.