"Xiaojiu, let's go see who's still cooking this late at night. We can also go score a bowl of noodles."
Yan Jiu had an inkling and followed, saying, "It's so late, everyone at home must be resting."
"I'm guessing it's Fengxuan. She came back with me, and she might be hungry and decided to cook something. I've heard Daxiong say that Fengxuan's cooking skills are excellent, and her dishes are delicious."
Hearing this, Yan Qi's eyes practically lit up:
"Really? Then we must try her cooking. Just a trip to the hospital has made me hungry."
Just as they arrived at the kitchen entrance, Lu Fengxuan was standing in front of the stove, ladling noodles into a large bowl.
At the entrance, Yan Jiu was bumped by his seventh brother, and couldn't help but make a noise.
Lu Fengxuan turned at the sound, "You're here. The noodles are ready, could you help with serving them?"
"Aiya, Xiao Xuan is truly the worm in Xiaojiu's stomach; are you two that close?"
