"What are you staring at? The noodles are about to turn to mush. Hurry up and take them out into the basin. It's time to cook pig feed."
Early in the morning, Jiang Hongying, who had been frustrated at Ah Chen's place, came into the kitchen and saw Wei Menglan staring at her blankly, which infuriated her even more. She couldn't hold back her scolding, although she hadn't even reached the stove yet, so she couldn't actually see the state of the pot.
After scolding, she turned away to busy herself, not bothering with Wei Menglan.
Wei Menglan sighed, then took the noodles out into the basin. They actually looked just right, not overcooked at all.
But she didn't dare talk back to her mother-in-law.
Ah Chen came out of the room, carrying a basin that held a towel, a toothbrush, and toothpaste.
The well water was icy cold; even in summer, touching the bone-chilling well water in the morning would make anyone shiver.
