After getting out of the car and climbing the steps, before Leng Zirui could knock, Leng Lin had already opened the door from the inside.
"Come in, the noodles are all cooked, I’ve rinsed them with cold water for you."
"You’re kidding, you cooked yourself?"
Leng Zirui entered the house with a smile and followed Leng Lin to the dining room, where Leng Lin used a spoon to serve him two spoonfuls of fried sauce into his bowl, then pushed the plate of vegetables including shredded cucumber and green beans towards him.
Without ceremony, he sat down at the table, scraped all the vegetables into his bowl, casually mixed them with his chopsticks, then lifted the bowl and took a bite.
"Aunt Su’s sauce isn’t bad, but I still love my mom’s chicken and sesame sauce cold noodles the most."
His words awoke old memories, and Leng Lin looked at him with a gentle slant in his eye, "You have the nerve to talk; back when Xu Pei was staying at our place, after your mom made noodles, you three little things would grab huge bowls and race to finish, the last to eat had to wash the dishes. Zimo was always the slowest, that kid, calm since he was young, and Xu Pei would always volunteer to wash his dishes for him."
As he mentioned Xu Pei, Leng Zirui’s noodle-eating slowed down considerably.
Leng Lin noticed his movement and his graying eyebrows lifted slightly in curiosity before he took a breath and spoke in a deep voice.
"Is it about Xu Pei?"
"Yeah."
Leng Zirui was not too surprised; he and his elder brother could be cunning, but they inherited that from Leng Lin. Even though they didn’t like to admit it on regular days, both brothers understood that nobody could escape Leng Lin’s watchful eyes.

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