Once in the courtyard, Lu Yuan looked toward his mother-in-law, who was inside the main room kneading dough to make hand-pulled noodles for lunch, and called out to her,
"Mom~"
Hearing the commotion outside and her son-in-law calling for her, his mother-in-law immediately wiped the dough from her hands and hurried out into the courtyard.
"What is it, Yuan'Er? You don't want to eat noodles for lunch?"
Lu Yuan's mother-in-law knew her son-in-law was a picky eater.
She'd heard from her daughter that if there wasn't some good wine and fine food to go with it, he couldn't even stomach food made from plain white flour.
If he didn't want noodles, she could make something else. They had already-proofed dough at home, so she could make flatbreads or steamed buns, whatever he wanted.
They could even have dumplings; there was still enough time to wrap them fresh.
Whatever it took, she had to make sure her son-in-law enjoyed his meal.
