"Grandma, let's take the train back and we don't have to walk by ourselves. How can we be tired?"

Song Zhiwei rubbed her stomach pitifully, "Grandma, I'm not tired, I'm just hungry. The food on the train is expensive and tastes bad. Xiaoya and I barely swallow it every time. Now we just want to eat a bowl of noodles you made." Wash your tongue."

When Yang Haihua heard this, she walked towards the kitchen while still talking, "You just clean up and I'll make some noodles ...