Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 55

Song Qiaoxi's face was dull on the sofa cushions, and she asked Chu Jin angrily: "What shall we have for breakfast today?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Chu Jin's voice was dull, and the volume was very low, like the Song family's father and mother who were still sleeping in the master bedroom.

Supporting her body and getting up from the soft sofa, Xi Xi crawled on the armrest of the sofa like a mangy dog, watching Chu Jin lick her lips, and carefully asked: "I want to eat instant noodles..."

Chu Jin raised her head to see her apricot eyes that were too sleepy to open, when she said "instant noodles", they flashed strangely.

The little girl put her hands on her chin, looked at him eagerly, and read "Please, let me eat once" all over her face.

He frowned in embarrassment.

Aunt Joe seldom eats instant noodles for them. To be precise, she cooks them occasionally only when Aunt Joe is too busy.

Song Qiaoxi is usually greedy, and mixes two bites of crispy noodles with Wang Junyang and Ding Yi. Everyday Song family table, there is basically no convenience food.

For children, many expensive and precious ingredients are not as fragrant as spicy noodles and instant noodles.

This is especially true for Song Qiaoxi, a snack food.

Not to mention that Xixi can eat one or two times a year, Xixi has lived for two lifetimes, and has not eaten instant noodles much when she was in the orphanage.

This thing is, the more you can't eat it, the more greedy you are, the more you want to eat it.

Even thinking about the noodle soup of instant noodles can make you drool.

She knew that in the kitchen cabinet at home, Father Song secretly hid several flavors of instant noodles.

Father came back from the night shift and was hungry. If mother and her hadn't got up yet, he would cook a pack of instant noodles by himself.

There are Longfeng Sanxian Noodles, Master Kong's Braised Beef Noodles, Beijing Brand Instant Noodles, Nancun Street Noodles...

There are also all kinds of ham sausages, canned luncheon meat and redneck marinated eggs, which are "junk food" in my mother's eyes, which are all "good goods" in my father's possession.

It's a pity that Song Qiaoxi can only eat, not cook noodles.

When it was turned over, it was only greedy.

Today, she was going to make breakfast with Chu Jin for her parents, so she wanted to take this opportunity to let Chu Jin teach herself to cook instant noodles.

Song Qiaoxi rolled on the sofa like a kitten. The ponytails behind her were scattered, and her long brown hair like seaweed rubbed her cheeks. She begged in a low voice, "Please...you can teach me how to cook. Instant noodles, right?"

There was nothing to do with her, Chu Jin sighed softly, "Just eat it once today."

After speaking, Lisuo changed his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He walked to the kitchen and found Song Qiaoxi, who was still limp on the sofa just now, sticking behind him like a small tail.

Turning around, I saw her with a pleasing smile on her face, and blinked at him, "Can I fry two more slices of luncheon meat? If you want to eat the burnt skin, you should eat instant noodles with luncheon meat.. ...."

Chu Jin raised his hand and poked her forehead. "It's fine to take it once in a while, but it's ok to eat it once in a while, but after a while Aunt Qiao will get up and say you, I won't help you."