"Pei Yang, if you fill up on soup, how are you going to eat the meat later?"
Pei Yang straightened his back, "Brother Chen, don't worry, it's just a bowl of soup. There's no way it'll fill me up."
Pei Jing chimed in at this moment, "I can't get full either!"
Listening to Pei Jing's childish voice, Chen Bing laughed heartily again.
After the soup came the meat, naturally.
Two plates of lamb were thrown in and soon came to a boil.
Pei Jing was still young and couldn't eat too much meat at once.
Especially at night, eating too much makes it hard to digest.
Fortunately, Chen Bing was really familiar with the owner here and got a bowl of lamb noodle soup made.
The thin noodles rolled in the lamb soup, gradually lightening in color, soaking up the broth.
When it was ready, a handful of green onions and cilantro were sprinkled on top, enhancing the flavor.
This bowl of noodles was initially intended for Pei Jing by Jiang Ran.
