Chapter 511 Stewed Hand‑Pulled Noodles

• Seeing the plate of stewed hand‑pulled noodles on the table, Old Mrs. Ainsworth froze. “Yingying, did you make this?”
• Cao Ying helped her sit, then took a small bowl and began to serve. “Yep. I figured you’ve been away from home for so long you probably haven’t tasted this in ages, so I took the liberty of using your little kitchen. Don’t worry, I know you’re vegetarian—there’s not a hint of meat in here. I even used cooking oil I brought from my hometown. That hometown flavor only comes out with hometown oil. Please try it, Auntie.”
• Cao Ying was quick and capable, a pro at housework and cooking. These noodle sheets were all pinched by hand. Back home there’s a saying: if you want to know whether a wife can cook, look at her noodle pieces—are they the same size, are they evenly thin?