Even though it was simple, the Purple Garden hadn't gotten out of the kitchen much. It was either too dry or too sticky. Mi Le had no choice but to use the remaining flour to do it himself.
It was clearly his own mission, but in the end, he still gave it to Mi Le to complete. The Purple Garden felt a little embarrassed, so it found another task to do. It sprinkled sparkling pearls on the river flour that Mi Le had prepared for the stars in the sky.
The pitch-black broth was decorated with pearl powder. It was as if a sparkling bridge had been erected in the night sky, and the magpie bridge that looked like a cowherd and a weaver was linked to two places to solve Xiang Si.
"This dish is really beautiful. Mi Le you are truly talented." The purple garden held this bowl of noodles with admi
