Chapter 427
During the time Guaizai was away, the two of them had clung to Meng Ruqing desperately every night. At noon, once they'd eaten their fill, it didn't matter if Meng Ruqing wasn't around—they could play with Old Madam Qin, dance for her, sing for her, or run around outside. But the moment night fell, they'd start whining for Meng Ruqing.
Sometimes when Meng Ruqing was busy and couldn't come in time, the two little ones would sit on a stool and silently shed tears. Then they'd call Uncle Tang over and ask if he could cook them two bowls of noodles—they missed their dad so much they could die, they were pining away, and their final wish was one bowl of noodles each, the kind with two catties of pork and three fried eggs.