By the time Wen Ci got home, the sun had already set.
The cafeteria was already closed for the day. Wen Ci walked with a cheerful spring in his step toward the landline in the living room. Seeing Huo Jingyuan walk over to him, he said, "Huo Jingyuan, I'm hungry. I want to eat noodles."
"Then I'll make you some noodles?"
"Mm-hm."
While Huo Jingyuan had been in the hospital, Wen Ci had stuffed the kitchen refrigerator full. All sorts of vegetables were in the crisper, and the beef and pork were frozen solid.
"Where's Wen Yaozu?"
"He's asleep."
Wen Yaozu had spent the whole day exercising in the yard and was completely exhausted. After dinner, he had yawned and put himself to bed.
Huo Jingyuan took some ingredients from the fridge.
He was going to make braised noodles for Wen Ci.
Noticing a faint, strange smell from the fridge, he frowned. His aunt had brought this refrigerator back from abroad a few years ago, and he had no idea how to get it repaired.
