Before long, the noodle soup Xie Yanshang had made was served.
The noodles he hand-kneaded were fragrant and resilient, and each bite was loaded with the savory sauce. Despite being a simple dish of tomatoes and greens, with not even meat added, it was inexplicably delicious. The noodles and soup seemed to meld together into a big bowl of rich, aromatic broth, more akin to being bathed in soup.
The two had just been out in the rain and still felt chilled to the bone, but warming up with such a bowl felt like their whole body and soul were being ironed out, as if they were immersed in a hot spring, utterly comfortable.
"This is so delicious! Doctor Xie, I had no idea you had such great culinary skills!" Su Zhiruan couldn't stop praising after eating. She finished her bowl cleanly, leaving not a drop of soup behind.
