Without waiting for his reply, Lin Lan removed the lid from the coal stove, ladled out some hot water from the aluminum pot, went inside to grab two heads of bok choy, and took them to the sink.
Li Xiangyang leaned lazily against the bamboo chair, smiling as he watched her wash the vegetables and cook the noodles. Before long, a fragrant bowl of noodles was placed on the small square table.
Lin Lan looked at him with a beaming smile. "Go on, eat. It's your favorite, saozi noodles."
"Mhm!" Li Xiangyang picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down the noodles.
Lin Lan's heart ached seeing him eat like that. She said softly, "Eat slowly. The zongzi won't be ready for a little while."
Li Xiangyang nodded. After he was full, he drank a bowl of the old duck soup that Lin Lan had heated up and sighed, "It's still best at home."
Lin Lan cleared the bowl and chopsticks, smiling. "You sit and rest for a bit. I'll go get Xinglan."
