The group returned home to find that Lin Lan and the others had already cut the noodles. The fire in the wood-burning stove was strong, and they were cooked in no time.
Wu Shufen lifted the lid of the clay pot and ladled a spoonful of pork intestines into a bowl. She smiled at Li Xiaofeng. "It's nothing special, just some noodles with pork intestines."
Li Xiaofeng laughed. "Pork intestines and white flour noodles aren't good? Then what is!"
Zhang Xiuqing nodded with a smile. "That's right. In the past, we couldn't even get white flour noodles once a year for the New Year."
Zhao Xiaohui and Lin Lan brought the noodles to the eight immortals table in the main hall and said to Lin Changyou, Li Xiangyang, and the others, "The pork intestine noodles are here."
Lin Guozhu said with a laugh, "Little Lan, I didn't expect Xiangyang to be so fast at planting rice seedlings."
Lin Lan grinned smugly. "Of course! You think you're the only fast one? Xiangyang is an all-rounder."
