I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.,Watching Du Fei's back, Qin Huaiyu glared at him, then rolled her eyes, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. She pursed her lips into a sly smile.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。