Next day, early morning.
Lu Chuan started preparing breakfast for Little Qiqi, using the half pot of snake stew left from last night, and added several handfuls of thin noodles.
As soon as the fire was lit for heating, the pot's delicious snake stew emitted a rich aroma, with the thin noodles absorbing the broth completely, glistening with an enticing sheen of oil, which aroused the appetite.
Just then, Ji Ruxue and Zhao Lin also got up and began freshening up.
The first to finish was Zhao Lin, who hurriedly walked into the kitchen, staring at the fragrant noodles in the pot, along with chunks of tender white snake meat, her eyes lighting up.
"Lu Chuan, having snake stew noodles for breakfast? Smells so good, almost like chicken noodle soup."
"How much longer until it's ready? Lu Chuan, my belly's already empty."
Zhao Lin, drooling with craving, moved closer.
