Instant noodles

She used to cook me instant noodles whenever I visited her. She knew that my mom was against making them for me because they weren’t exactly the healthiest thing for a growing boy to eat after school. But she also knew that I loved eating it. And that I particularly appreciated that she would always slightly undercook the noodles and reduce the soup. She knew that I really loved having an egg and spring onions with it because it felt fancier. She knew that I liked eating out of the pot instead of a bowl. She would silently cook this for me without saying a word to my mom.