It's done, my darlings. Have it while it's hot.
It's so good — Oh I feel so happy right now! It's so soft and sweet and nostalgic!
Oh dear, I just rambled on and on about the past, didn't I? Age is catching up, but days got a lot better. It felt too good to be true.
Alright, darlings. Go ahead and do your thing. This old lady is ending the daily shift.
And I'm happy you like it! Days got better, and so did the fillet.
Huh? So what meat did you use to make braised meat noodles in the past?
Back then it was just straw mushrooms and a mix of other stuff to make it filling.
Indeed. It's a long story.
I never thought about building a big noodle business. The first bowl I made was for a child.
The child then brought friends over to try the noodles, and the other kids brought their parents over for more.
Back in those days, I believe everyone had it hard.
When they were building this city, I worked in the construction crew.
We only received supplies once per month. Hardly any of us got the "braised meat".
This place was literally uninhabited. The fowlbeasts that arrived probably went home because there was nothing around.
The child got sick and everything tasted bitter. So I made some maltose with the remaining grains and added them to the dough with liangge turnip.
The adults couldn't stop crying as they ate! The flavors reminded them of Hongshan and the liangge turnip vines of summer sprawling along the fence.