Fu Yunxiu didn't cook noodles often, and occasionally he would cook noodles when Tang Mo was tired of eating meat and fish and wanted to change his taste. But he would always make the food that Tang Mo liked better and better.
Especially in the past few years, they have been drifting on the sea, and when they feel hungry they can only do it themselves, and this is how they have honed Fu Yunxiu's skills.
After a while, the aroma of the noodle soup came out.
What a nice smell! Everyone subconsciously twitched their noses and sighed, thinking that one should not judge a person by appearance.
Tang Mo sat up straight, and Chi Huo couldn't help swallowing.
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