In the afternoon, when Qin Xi returned home, Li Xianglu had made two-mixed flour hand-pulled noodles, thicker than Saozi Noodles, stir-fried with dried vegetables to be eaten mixed together, plus two soy-braised pork knuckles cut into small pieces.
Qin Zhen, this guy, had come home early and, along with Li Jianqing, used a net to catch seven or eight carp in the thawing river, each weighing over three pounds, and now they were all in the water purging the mud.
There was no meat in the stir-fried veggies, and even with cornmeal mixed into the dough, the noodles weren't tough, so everyone scooped up chili oil and drizzled vinegar over them, stirring well before eating.
Li Xianglu glanced at Li Jianqing, who was laughing merrily, and suddenly asked: "Third Brother, I heard Uncle's family has a woman over?"
Li Jianqing's smile disappeared instantly, and the taste of the food in his mouth became bland.
