Lu Qin tucked his phone into his pocket and rode his bike through the streets.
Back home, Lu Qin restocked some ingredients, seasonings, and food containers.
In the afternoon, he could set up his stall based on the locations found on the street vendor map, which saved him a lot of trouble.
After washing his face, Lu Qin sat on the sofa to rest and watched some short videos for a while. Just as he was about to cook lunch, his phone's WeChat video call rang.
It was the little one calling on his smartwatch.
A smile appeared on Lu Qin's lips as he answered.
The phone screen showed a cute little face, fair and tender.
"Daddy, do you miss your little cutie?"
On the other side, the little one was sitting on a stone bench in the playground, probably during recess.
"I miss you. Does Yaoyao miss Daddy?"
"Of course! Daddy, you went to set up your stall this morning, right?"
...
They chatted for five or six minutes before the little one had to eat lunch.
Lu Qin hung up, planning to quickly stir-fry some rice noodles for lunch.
At Starlight Kindergarten,
the kids were already lining up to get their trays.
A few children had already sat at their spots, eating the meals they brought from home.
Lu Xiyao sat with her good friend Zhong Shuyi.
"Yaoyao, you brought lunch from home today?"
"Yes, I like eating what my dad makes."
"What did your dad make for you?"
"Stir-Fried Rice Noodles."
"Is it Stir-Fried Rice Noodles? When my parents took me to the mall, I ate it at a nearby snack shop once. It was awful, so I never ate it again."
"But my dad's Stir-Fried Rice Noodles are really delicious!"
"Really?"
Zhong Shuyi seemed skeptical and opened her exquisite lunchbox. "My family's chef made this—my favorite shrimp egg fried rice, with sweet and sour ribs, bamboo shoots, and broccoli."
"Broccoli? What's that?"
Lu Xiyao frowned and rolled her eyes slightly. "That's broccoli."
"I don't like any kind of 'flower,' Yaoyao, can you eat it for me? I'll give you half my egg fried rice. It's super tasty!"
Lu Xiyao shook her head. "I only eat the Stir-Fried Rice Noodles my dad makes. I can't eat the rest. You eat yours."
Zhong Shuyi wanted to say more, but at that moment, other kids carrying their trays came over one after another.
"Hold your trays steady, don't spill!"
"Okay, got it, Teacher Li!"
The children sat down in neat rows. Today's kindergarten lunch included chicken drumsticks, braised eggs, shredded potatoes, tofu, and milk.
Some hungry kids had already started scooping up their meals.
"Zhong Shuyi, what did your family's chef make today? Can I have a bite?"
"Shuyi's chef makes really good food, I'm so jealous!"
"I'm asking my dad to hire a chef too. He told me I have to be born into a good family next time. I don't get what that means."
"Bringing lunch from home is great, I'm tired of eating the kindergarten food all the time."
"Lulu, ask your parents to make something for you."
"My dad is busy and doesn't have time. My mom's cooking is terrible—last time she made steamed buns so hard they could crack walnuts. It was scary!"
"Yaoyao, you brought your own lunch today? Did your dad make it? What is it?"
Zhong Shuyi: "Stir-Fried Rice Noodles."
"Stir-Fried Rice Noodles? That's not tasty. I've tried it before; it's greasy."
"My grandpa made it for breakfast once; it was super salty. I never ate it again."
Lu Xiyao ignored the other kids' comments—they had never tasted her dad's cooking, so they didn't know anything.
When she opened her insulated lunchbox, a strong, appetizing aroma immediately spread out.
Zhong Shuyi, still chewing shrimp fried rice, was overwhelmed by the smell of the Stir-Fried Rice Noodles, causing her to look up quickly.
Several other kids nearby also stopped eating, their noses twitching as they turned their heads.
Lu Xiyao happily picked up her chopsticks and started eating the Stir-Fried Rice Noodles. As she chewed, a blissful expression appeared on her little face.
"Eh? Lu Xiyao, your noodles smell so good. Are they tasty?"
"Super fragrant! Did your dad make this? Looks way better than what my grandpa makes!"
Nearby kids, enticed by the smell, leaned forward, staring longingly at Lu Xiyao's noodles, ignoring their own food.
Zhong Shuyi quickly swallowed the rice in her mouth and tugged on Lu Xiyao's arm:
"Yaoyao, can—can I have a bite?"
"You said the noodles weren't good, so why do you want to eat them?" Lu Xiyao's face showed a little pride and satisfaction.
Her dad's Stir-Fried Rice Noodles were so delicious, anyone who saw them would want to eat them.
Zhong Shuyi was Lu Xiyao's good friend, and Lu Qin had taught her that good things should be shared with friends.
"Here, have a bite."
Zhong Shuyi smiled happily. "Thank you, Yaoyao."
After one bite, the wonderful flavor spread in her mouth, and her eyes lit up.
"These noodles are so good!"
Zhong Shuyi couldn't help but take another bite.
Other kids also wanted to try, but Lu Xiyao quickly pulled back her noodles.
"Okay, this is my lunch, you all eat yours."
Zhong Shuyi's mouth watered, and she pleaded, "Yaoyao, can I have another bite? It's really so good!"
"No, you eat your egg fried rice."
"I'll trade you my favorite shrimp egg fried rice for your noodles, plus all my broccoli!"
Once this trade offer was made, other kids eagerly joined in:
"Lu Xiyao, I'll trade you my big chicken leg for some noodles."
"Yaoyao, I'll trade you milk and some playdough."
"My toy robot dog for your noodles, okay?"
"Lu Xiyao, I just bought new coloring pens. Can I have a bite of your noodles?"
...
The table where Lu Xiyao sat quickly turned chaotic.
Teacher Li hurried over and gently urged the kids crowding around Lu Xiyao back to their seats.
"Everyone, eat properly, no running around."
Teacher Li glanced at Lu Xiyao, then at her lunchbox.
Stir-Fried Rice Noodles?
Could it really be that good?
The kids were so eager to get some?
Lu Xiyao looked up at Teacher Li and asked, "Teacher Li, do you want to try a bite?"
Teacher Li was usually kind to Lu Xiyao and often gave her fruit secretly.
She shook her head with a smile, "No, I won't eat. Yaoyao, you eat, but don't eat too much. This kind of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles is quite oily."
"It's not oily at all! My dad made it. It's really delicious."
Teacher Li had certainly eaten Stir-Fried Rice Noodles before, but how good could they really be?
Just as she was about to leave, she caught the aroma again.
Lu Xiyao stirred her noodles a little, and the rich fragrance wafted out.
"Hmm?"
"That really does smell good."
Teacher Li paused, unexpectedly tempted to have a bite.
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