Chapter 433: Mr. Hua's worry

The man's voice was relieved, "I just want to ask what are you doing?"
Subei closed his eyes and smiled lowly, "Are you afraid of being bullied by my mother? Be careful! Mom will let me come back to rest after you leave, don't worry."
Hua Jinan smiled, "That's good, what do you have for lunch?"
Subei rolled for a half circle, "Don't know?"
The man’s voice came with a smile, "Tell you a secret, my mother likes to eat fried noodles, but few people can make the taste she likes. However, I think she might like your craftsmanship. Otherwise, you try?"
Subei opened his eyes and thought for a while, "Hua Jinan..." She whispered his name.
"Yep!"
Hua Jinan replied.
A smile flashed from the corner of the woman's mouth, "I'm dead."
The man over there obviously didn't respond, so Subei hung up the phone.
Go make noodles!
Subei was busy in the kitchen for a while, and after asking Ma Lin about Zheng Yunhua's preferences, he started to do it. At 11:30, Subei gently knocked on Zheng Yunhua's door.
Zheng Yunhua stretched out her hand to open the door, and then saw Subei startled, she thought it was Ma Lin.
"Are you up?"
Subei nodded and stood at the door holding the noodles, "Auntie, I made noodles. You can try them."
Zheng Yunhua's eyes fell on the tray held by Subei, the aroma of noodles floating in the room.
She flashed around, "Come in."
Subei walked into the room with the noodles, "Why do you think of making noodles for me?"
After speaking, she immediately understood what was going on, "Did An'er tell you?"
Su Bei nodded, "Well, he said that few people can make the flavor you like. So I want to try it, and I don't know if it is your favorite."
Zheng Yunhua smiled slightly, "This stinky kid actually asked you to make noodles with a big belly. What can I do if I'm tired of my grandson?"
Subei smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry. You won't get tired of it, I pay attention to it."
Subei's hand rubbed his belly naturally and smiled.
Zheng Yunhua sat down at the table, then picked up the chopsticks and tasted the noodles, chewing slowly.
Subei sat on the other side, watching Zheng Yunhua nervously.
Zheng Yunhua didn't have any expression, just started eating slowly.
"Who taught you to make noodles?" she asked softly.
Subei said, "It's my grandmother. My dad likes noodles the most, so my grandmother often makes them. Later I like to eat them too, so my grandmother taught me."
After finishing speaking, Subei squeezed his hands tightly, feeling a little nervous, "Is the taste bad?"
Zheng Yunhua looked at the nervous state of Subei and smiled, "I haven't eaten noodles like this in a long time."
Subei's little hand loosened, and then squeezed it tightly again, is it delicious or not?
She didn't understand.
"If it doesn't taste good, don't force it to eat. I'll make something else for you."
Su Bei said.
Zheng Yunhua suddenly laughed, "Who said I barely ate it?"
Subei's eyes lit up, "Do you mean the taste is in your taste?"
Zheng Yunhua nodded and smiled softly, "Well, I think it's delicious."
Few people can make the taste that Zheng Yunhua likes. She hasn't eaten noodles in a long time.
Today, she is very happy.
"How did you do it?" Zheng Yunhua asked softly.
Subei said,
I just used the simplest ingredients and chicken soup. In fact, sometimes too many ingredients are added to the diet nowadays, and in the end the original taste of the food is covered up. It does taste good. The taste, but there is no smell."