After receiving these helpful messages from Xiang Tiandong, Jiang Feng was well-informed, but he still pretended as if nothing had happened, returning home to carefully prepare breakfast for the girls.
Very quickly, a pot of steaming hot seafood noodle soup was ready, its aroma wafting around. From upstairs, Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, Liu Shiyuan, and from downstairs Zhang Qinyao, almost simultaneously followed the scent out, even Baili Xiyue, who always loved to sleep in, woke up and curiously came to the kitchen.
"Wow, Uncle, your cooking smells delicious! We haven't had it in ages, what kind of noodles are these?"
Chu Feifei, barefoot, hopped into the kitchen, poking her head in and asking.
"Seafood noodle soup, hurry to freshen up, you can eat soon." Jiang Feng said with a smile.
"Okay!"
Chu Feifei, like a little greedy cat, hurried off to the restroom, followed quickly by Zhang Qinyao and Liu Shiyuan.
