Chewing and talking, his eyes were red, and a layer of mist gradually clouded his eyes.
When Lu Shujun saw it, she frowned and asked distressedly: “What’s wrong, why are you crying well?”
“It’s delicious.” Xin Xiaoxiao buried her head and gobbled it up.
Grandpa said that her mother was also good at rolling and cooking noodles, but she had never tasted the noodles her mother cooked.
Now that she has eaten the noodles made by the future mother-in-law herself, she feels a little bit.
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