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I have some concerns about the noodles that Jiang Han is preparing.
The retainer beside me looked over at Jiang Han, analyzing the situation carefully. These noodles do not seem normal at all! Regular noodles are soft and pliable, but the ones Jiang Han has taken out are hard and flat like pancakes. When touched, they even break apart and fall to the ground! Can these really be eaten?
Che Chengming, upon hearing this, realized that he had been too focused on the price earlier. Now that he looked closely, these noodles certainly did not appear edible at all! He scrutinized the situation on Jiang Han's side.
Both Jiang Han and Che Chengming had their stalls set up at the North Gate of the Capital, just a few meters apart, allowing them to see each other's operations. Che Chengming's team had built several cooking stations, each with a large pot simmering rice porridge. Others were preparing bowls and chopsticks, ready to serve the porridge to the disaster victims.
On Jiang Han's side, four women and some temporarily recruited attendants had also set up cooking stations with large pots, but they were only boiling water. Cen Ya, Ling Xue, and Piao Xue were busy tearing open buckets of instant noodles and pouring in seasoning packets. Jiang Han sat to the side, directing their actions.
Seeing this scene left Che Chengming bewildered. The more he looked at those noodles, the more something felt off. He thought for a moment and decided to sneak over to Jiang Han's stall before they started serving porridge.
"New heir? You've arrived?" Jiang Han greeted him with a teasing expression.
Che Chengming did not respond but instead scrutinized the buckets of instant noodles on the table. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed. The retainer who had initially alerted him, Wang Lao, followed closely behind.
Wang Lao examined the contents of the noodle buckets and noticed that all kinds of seasonings were mixed together. He couldn't help but murmur, "Can these noodles even be eaten?"
"Why not?" Jiang Han asked with a smile. "The process of making noodles—from kneading the dough to rolling it out and cooking it—has its intricacies! After cooking, you add the seasonings; if you put them in beforehand with these kinds of noodles, can they be eaten?"
Wang Lao scoffed at this notion and felt even more convinced that what Jiang Han was offering was subpar. There has never been such a way to eat noodles throughout history.
The surrounding disaster victims witnessed this exchange and began to murmur among themselves. They said that His Majesty had issued an edict forbidding Langya Prince and Jiang Han from starting disaster relief efforts yet! In my opinion, rice porridge is still the way to go! For centuries, disaster relief has always relied on rice porridge; who ever used noodles?
Just like us, in order to escape from war and chaos, we flocked in here, but how could the court possibly provide us with noodles?
The disaster victims murmured among themselves, filled with disbelief.
Especially some old men, upon seeing Jiang Han sitting there with an air of pride, immediately thought that Jiang Han must be a swindler.
Throughout history, whenever disaster victims and refugees appeared, they were always given rice porridge for relief. Noodles? Did we deserve to eat such things?
The court's disaster relief funds were limited; how could they afford to buy noodles for aid?
Che Chengming, upon hearing this, curled his lip and scrutinized Jiang Han. "You’re no better!" he remarked. "Previously, Che Chengyun turned you into a eunuch. And now, you're using this stuff for disaster relief?"
Dry noodles with the seasoning all mixed together? It would probably turn into a paste—how could the victims eat that?
Seeing Che Chengming speak like this, Jiang Han smiled and said, "You think my instant noodles are no good?"
"No!"
This kind of thing, all mixed together—if you offered it to a dog, even the dog wouldn't eat it.
Che Chengming shook his head, his face full of disbelief.
Wang Lao thought for a moment and suggested, " Shopkeeper Jiang, may I take a look at your so-called instant noodles?"
"Please do!" Jiang Han replied, swaying his feather fan and leaning back in his chair with an air of calm assurance.
Che Chengming picked up a cup of instant noodles and handed it to Wang Lao.
Wang Lao tried dipping his tongue into the seasoning packet and tasted it.
"Ugh! Salty!"
How much salt did they put in this? Was it really that extravagant?
Wang Lao's face scrunched up from the saltiness; he spat out a mouthful of saliva before recovering somewhat and said, "Heir, this thing is completely inedible—it's too salty!"
"Jiang Han! What trick are you playing?"
Che Chengming was bewildered; he couldn’t understand why Jiang Han would use this for disaster relief when they were all here to help those in need. Although the victims might not be able to afford refined salt, you shouldn’t add so much salt to it!
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed as Wang Lao picked up the noodle block and squeezed it—it broke apart easily.
He couldn't help but be alarmed: "Jiang Han, is this your idea of disaster relief? I see you’re just passing off inferior goods as aid! The noodles break apart so easily; if you soak them in hot water, won’t they fall apart completely?"
"You two country bumpkins, get lost! Take your stall away!"
"Old fool, don't embarrass yourself here," Jiang Han said dismissively. He couldn't be bothered to explain; all it took was boiling water, pouring it into the instant noodles, and waiting a few minutes.
He leaned back in his chair, looking at Che Chengming and Wang Lao as if they were two complete fools.
"Hey, Jiang Han, are you actually humiliating me publicly?" Che Chengming exclaimed, incredulous. "You dare to insult me while using such a pathetic thing for disaster relief?"
Having never faced such humiliation before, Che Chengming was on the verge of losing his composure. Since he had come into power, who dared to speak to him like this besides his father?
"Ah, you clearly have never suffered a setback!" Jiang Han retorted. "What’s wrong with me cursing you a bit? According to my advice, you should get used to being insulted every day to build your mental resilience."
Jiang Han continued nonchalantly, "Otherwise, when you reach your twenties or thirties and someone slaps you on the street, you'll probably die of anger on the spot."
"Jiang Han, how dare you!" Che Chengming shouted furiously. "I am the new Crown Prince! How can you look down on me like this?"
"You use such trash to help the victims; you're worse than livestock," he added angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Jiang Han.
Jiang Han waved his hand dismissively as if shooing away a small dog, telling Che Chengming to be quiet. This guy was far inferior to Che Chengyun.
Seeing Jiang Han's dismissive gesture only fueled Che Chengming's anger further.
Realizing he had achieved the desired effect, Jiang Han asked provocatively, "So you think my instant noodles are no good, right? This garbage is both salty and crunchy—how can anyone eat it? You actually think this is suitable for disaster relief?"
Che Chengming wore an expression of utter disdain.
"Fine! Let's make a bet!" Jiang Han said deliberately, seizing the rare opportunity to poke fun at the fool in front of him.
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