70s: Hug the villain’s thick thighs

"An'an, are you back? Your brother has been waiting for you for a long time. You guys chat while I go cook." Yang Shu heard the noise and came out of the house.

Because it's summer and it gets dark late, I always wait for Ji An'an to come back before starting to prepare food.

"Godmother, I'll come, you have a rest today." Ji Anan walked to the kitchen first.

Ji Anmin saw Ji Anan's figure disappearing at the kitchen door and muttered, "You don't even call me brother?"

Yang Shu saw that Ji An'an had entered the kitchen, so she followed him slowly, "An'an, why don't you chat with your brother for a while, I think he seems to have something to ask you."

Ji Anan's hands scooping up rice paused, then quickly recovered, "Yeah, but I don't want to talk to him. He wants to beat us up."

"Beat the mandarin ducks with a stick?"

"Yeah, it's just me and Lu Lin. He seems to have a big opinion against Lu Lin."

When Yang Shu heard that Ji Anmin planned to break up Lu Lin and Ji An'an, her eyes instantly became dangerous, but her tone didn't detect anything unusual, "We can't talk anymore, how about we cook noodles tonight? It's been a while. After eating, I thought about it a little bit."

Ji Anan looked at the rice in the pot, which happened to have no water yet, and immediately agreed, "Okay, let's cook noodles."

The noodles were cooked quickly. Ji Anan mixed a bowl with lard and green onions to adjust the soup base. When it was ready, Yang Shu walked over and picked up a bowl, "I'll take it out first."

"Okay, please godmother."

"You kid, you're just fine, but you're too polite. You can't be so polite to your godmother next time, you know?" Yang Shu picked up the noodles, felt a little hot and put them down again. Suddenly something occurred to her, and she asked again, "Put in the salt." Yet?"

Ji Anan smiled sheepishly, "I know, godmother, the salt hasn't been put in yet. Please help me put some salt in, godmother."

Yang Shu picked up the salt shaker and took a big spoonful. After thinking about it, she added a little more. Ji Anan was busy putting noodles in the pot and didn't notice.

"Here, let's eat noodles." Yang Shu enthusiastically held the noodle bowl and placed it in front of Ji Anmin.

Ji Anmin immediately sat up and said, "Thank you."

Yang Shu smiled kindly, and at this moment, Ji Anan came out with noodles and placed a bowl next to Ji Anmin, "Godmother, you eat."

After the three of them sat down, Ji Anmin took the first bite and his face froze instantly.

Ji Anan didn't know why, "What's wrong?"

"Little sister, how much salt did you put in?"

Ji Anan said uncertainly: "Not much."

Ji Anmin's bowl was given by Yang Shu, so she really didn't know the exact amount. However, Yang Shu's usual taste was bland, so, "Is it bland? How about I pour you some more salt?"

"!!!" If you still let go, are you trying to kill him?

"No, no, that's enough."

Yang Shu also pursed her lips and smiled at this time, with a loving look on her face, "There are still noodles in the pot, I'll add some more for you."

With that said, he reached out and brought the noodle bowl into the kitchen.

Ji An'an muttered behind her, "It's too bland. Adding noodles will make it even blander."

Ji Anmin looked sad, "Little sister, haven't you even tried it?"

He just took a bite of salt.

The taste is really not much better than eating mud.

"Try it, it's quite delicious." Ji An'an took another mouthful of noodles as he spoke, his mouth bulging, which was really cute.

Ji Anmin: "..."

"Here you go, try it again." Yang Shu poured out the original soup base and mixed another bowl.