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"Dear sister-in-law, I'm sorry to trouble you. Please don't blame Zhicheng; it was I who insisted he bring me here."
Old Wu raised the bag of flour and peanut oil in his hand. "I just had to come after tasting the fried noodles you made last time. The flavor was simply incredible."
With him already here, what could Ye Fangfei say? She could only smile as she accepted the items. "Oh, Brother Wu, why are you being so polite? Given your relationship with Zhicheng, even if you didn’t bring anything, I would still make food for you!"
"Then I’ll get started right away. I promise it won’t delay your trip tomorrow."
"That’s great! Thank you so much, sister-in-law."
"Well then, I’ll be on my way." After finishing his words, Old Wu didn’t want to waste any more time there. With the trip coming up tomorrow, he wanted to get home early to spend time with his wife and children.
Once Old Wu left, Tang Zhicheng leaned closer to Ye Fangfei and explained, "Wife, it was Old Wu who insisted on coming with me. He bought the flour and oil himself, and I really couldn’t refuse him."
"It’s fine; he’s your friend. Just make him something to eat," she replied. "But you’ll need to help roll out the noodles later."
Ye Fangfei wasn’t angry; helping out a bit wasn’t a big deal. After finishing their meal, the two of them got busy.
Tang Zhicheng kept his word and really helped knead the dough and roll out the noodles. Old Wu had brought five pounds of flour this time, and they rolled out three full sheets together.
Once they were done rolling, they steamed the noodles until cooked, then shaped the cooked noodles into dough balls and fried them in oil.
They were busy until ten o'clock at night before finally finishing frying all the noodles. Old Wu told Tang Zhicheng that he only needed three pounds of noodles from the five pounds of flour; the remaining two pounds were for Ye Fangfei as payment.
However, Ye Fangfei didn’t think that way at all. It was just a matter of helping someone out; how could she accept payment for making food? She didn’t rely on this for income; it was simply a favor.
In total, they fried a huge basin of noodles from those five pounds of flour. Since Old Wu didn’t bring enough oil, Ye Fangfei added a bit of her own.
The next morning, Tang Zhicheng took everything and left early.
At home, Ye Fangfei was left alone again. When work was not busy, she would knit sweaters for Tang Zhicheng and prepare some meals after work. Life was quite leisurely.
This time, Tang Zhicheng's trip took him to Tang City in the nearby He Province, where there were coal mines. Their task was to transport coal. Along the way, thanks to the instant noodles made by Ye Fangfei, even though the weather grew colder each day, Tang Zhicheng and Old Wu did not suffer too much.
However, there were five trucks in total on this trip. While Tang Zhicheng and Old Wu enjoyed steaming hot instant noodles, the others did not have the same luxury. During their first stop, when they missed a restaurant and ended up eating at a dilapidated temple in the wild, the other men pulled out their food—steamed buns, cornmeal cakes, and other durable dry rations.
Only Tang Zhicheng and Old Wu had large tea mugs filled with noodles. They poured hot water over them and added specially stir-fried sauce, releasing a mouthwatering aroma that wafted through the air. This irresistible scent drew the attention of several burly men nearby.
They were all part of the same convoy and knew each other well. They had often traveled together and shared meals. Although this time they were eating in their own trucks, if their thermoses ran out of hot water, they would find a place to gather some firewood to boil water for tea and warm up their dry rations.
"Xiao Tang, Old Wu, what did you bring? It smells amazing!"
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