In the evening, Chen Jie returned home with a tired body, not expecting his wife was still awake.
She was sitting there, a bowl of noodles made by her in front of her.
A lid covered it, and her hand was supporting her chin. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed sleepy.
Seeing this, Chen Jie walked over softly. As he got close, Su Yunjin woke up startled, looked up, and said, "Husband, you're back."
"Mm, you waited quite a while for me, didn't you?"
"No, no."
Su Yunjin hurriedly denied, then looked at Chen Jie and said, "Have you eaten? I made noodles for you."
Hearing this, Chen Jie laughed and said, "Not yet, I'm starving."
Actually, he had eaten. He had some wontons from a wonton stall, but since his wife waited for him so long, even if he was full, he should eat a bit more.
Chen Jie opened the lid on the noodles in front of him. The noodles were still warm. His wife said, "Oh dear, these noodles have clumped together, I'll make another bowl for you."
