The rice noodles are freshly made this year.
White, soft, and bouncy; after boiling in water for over ten minutes, they're especially chewy and pleasantly springy in the mouth.
But rice noodles don't absorb flavors easily, so Seventh Uncle had already brewed chicken soup last night, freshly made chili oil, specially bought Old Chen vinegar, and crispy fried Huang Dou.
For a stronger flavor, you could scald some fresh mint leaves and shiso leaves together, and squeeze half a green lime over it...
Slurp!
As the group of three entered Lao Song's courtyard, they couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
In the yard, Wu Lan hurriedly put away her phone stand.
She wasn't live streaming, but was recording a special effects dance for Douyin, and just as she got ready, the guests arrived!
Oh dear, she had told Secretary Xiaozu, if the leaders had no place to go tomorrow morning, take them to pick peaches on the mountain first.
