Chapter 234: What Did You Call My Mother?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Mother, can you make me a bowl of longevity noodles? Feng Yuanxi looked at her with hopeful eyes.

When he saw children from other families celebrating their birthdays, they always had longevity noodles handmade by their mothers. Every time his birthday came around, he wished his mother were there so he could also enjoy the taste of her homemade longevity noodles.

Gu Qingluan understood Yuanxis thoughts, and her heart ached.

Of course, I can.

Feng Yuanxi pursed his lips and smiled, saying, Thank you, Mother.

You dont need to thank me, my child. Gu Qingluan gently touched his little face, then washed her hands and started to gather the ingredients.

She Kneaded the dough, rolled the noodles, lit the fire, cooked the noodles

Yuanxi sat on a long stool, hands supporting his cheeks, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the busy figure under the lamplight, feeling a serene and joyful tranquility in his heart.

Before long, a steaming bowl of longevity noodles was placed in front of Feng Yuanxi.

Worried that he might not be accustomed to the taste, Gu Qingluan prepared two bowlsone for herself.

Within the transparent chicken broth, the noodles took on the appearance of delicate crescent moons, the verdant greens mirrored the brilliance of emeralds, and nestled amidst were two poached eggswhite with a faint yellow hueround and plump, exuding an irresistible allure.

Give it a taste and see if its good. Gu Qingluan handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Mmm!

Feng Yuanxi eagerly picked up a strand of noodles and slurped it into his mouth, gasping at the hotness but refusing to spit it out.

Take your time and dont burn yourself.

Gu Qingluan chuckled.

Its alright, Moms noodles are really delicious.

As Feng Yuanxi chewed, his eyes, black as obsidian, sparkled with praise.

Seeing his adorable eating manner, Gu Qingluan couldnt help but suppress a chuckle. If you like it, Ill make it for you again on your next birthday.

Feng Yuanxi was delighted. Really?

Of course.

Can you make it for me every year on my birthday?

Of course.

Receiving this affirmative answer, Feng Yuanxis face bloomed into a radiant smile.

Wow, it smells amazing! You two are enjoying this delicious food behind my back. How unfair! Gu Xiaonan entered the room with an indignant expression, spotting the two substantial bowls on the table in front of them.

Xiaonan! Feng Yuanxi saw Xiaonan and felt a bit uneasy as if he had stolen Xiaonans mother.

Hmph, 1 havent even addressed the matter of you consuming so much alcohol. Who granted you permission to indulge like that? Gu Qingluans lovely eyes narrowed as she countered.

Uh!

Gu Xiaonan, lured by the tantalizing aroma, found himself inadvertently caught up in their conversation, completely forgetting that he had surrept.i.tiously taken a sip of alcohol. Now confronted, he couldnt shake the sense of guilt that rendered him momentarily speechless.

Yawning and absentmindedly scratching his head, he pivoted to head out. Mother, the two of you should take your time to eat. Eating slowly is better for your health. Im feeling a bit sleepy, so Ill catch some rest.

Gu Qingluan looked at him with amus.e.m.e.nt. Stop pretending. Youve slept for a few hours. You must be hungry by now. Theres another bowl of noodles here. Come in and eat.

Gu Xiaonan paused in his steps, torn between whether to return and eat. He wondered if this might be his mothers way of employing a cunning strategy to get him to fall into a trap.

He wasnt going to fall for it!

But

The aroma of the noodles his mother cooked was too enticing!

Usually, his mother rarely cooked, so should he miss this rare opportunity?

His little face contorted in indecision, his eyebrows furrowed.

If youre not going to eat, I will. If the noodles sit for too long, theyll get sticky.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xiaonan had little regard for anything else. He swiftly turned around and dashed towards Gu Qingluan, exclaiming, Im eating, Im eating!

Little gluttony! Gu Qingluan playfully swiped his nose.

Gu Xiaonan giggled in response, climbed onto a chair, and dragged the bowl in front of him.

Mother, you can have my portion. Feng Yuanxi saw that Gu Qingluan hadnt eaten, so he pushed his own bowl toward her.

No need, Ill make another one. Gu Qingluan sighed inwardly, thinking that Feng Yuanxi was truly obedient and filial.

What did you call my Mother? Gu Xiaonan looked at Feng Yuanxi in confusion..