Just like the resilient qualities of Guizhou people, no matter how the world changes or time ebbs and flows, that deep-rooted love for life remains unchanged.
"It's really super delicious, no wonder the locals love slurping noodles so much. I fell in love with this feeling after just one meal."
Shen Jiayue ate happily, a small pot of sour soup crispy noodles satisfied all her food fantasies.
Moreover, this pot of noodles had both meat and vegetables, greens and fried eggs, along with the tangy red soup and equally delicious dipping sauce, plus the smooth rice noodles—it was simply impeccable.
"Hey Xu, shall we eat like this from now on?"
"Sure, it's pretty simple to make, even easier than our previous breakfast."
Lin Xu thought they could fry some dough sticks or pan some sticky rice cakes, or maybe chop some tofu; in any case, they couldn't stick to the same routine and needed to add some variety.
