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"Want to take a gamble?"
I know you, Jiang Han, you love to bet and make money this way! But this instant noodle of yours is worse than the lowest quality noodles available!
Che Chengming said this while carefully examining the instant noodles again. Inside the buckets of noodles, there was a large amount of brown powder that looked like salt. There were also bits of green things that resembled vegetables that had been stored for many years. In his opinion, vegetables that had been dried to such an extent could only be called vegetable corpses, and they were absolutely inedible.
That lump of fat was blackish-red; normal fat, whether lard or beef tallow, could never look like this. It could only be expired oil or possibly leftover fat from other diners—fat that had been reused many times over. And the noodle cake itself was so brittle that it crumbled with just a slight pressure, continuously shedding various noodle fragments.
Could anyone actually eat something like this? Even dogs would probably refuse it! Such food has never existed since ancient times; Jiang Han must have done this just to pocket that one hundred thousand taels of silver.
Seeing Che Chengming deep in thought, Jiang Han couldn't help but glance at the noodles he was examining. They were beef hot pot flavor instant noodles, which explained the blackish-red fat. Observing the conflicted and disgusted expression on Che Chengming's face made him wonder:
Could this guy really mistake the fat from beef hot pot flavor noodles for gutter oil? Che Chengming certainly seemed less shrewd than Che Chengyun; no wonder it was Che Chengyun who had been the heir before.
Wasn't this a great opportunity? After all, Langya Wangfu had money; perhaps he could extort a little more from them? Although he had already taken the most valuable weapon and token from Langya Wangfu, there were still plenty of rare treasures within the estate. Just one of those treasures could fetch a small fortune in the real world.
Previously, he had sought out the Mu Jinkun family for a jade sword but received no news. With the Ninth Princess launching an attack, he could only try to extract some wealth from Che Chengming for now.
As for the heir, in my opinion, such things are likely very unethical! That lump of fat I just tasted a bit of and smelled—it was somewhat spicy and salty, but most importantly, it had a strange taste. It didn’t resemble any normal vegetable oil and was far from what nobles would eat in terms of beef or mutton fat; it was some kind of fat we didn’t recognize!
Wang Lao pondered and advised: "It seems no one would eat such instant noodles. Why don’t we take this opportunity to gamble with Jiang Han again?"
Upon hearing this, Che Chengming's mind suddenly began to race! When facing Jiang Han, Che Chengyun always lost at gambling!
The King was also someone who would always lose when gambling, which led him to never mention betting with Jiang Han again. If I could win against Jiang Han, not only would I gain face, but I could also redeem my previous humiliation. The King would surely be overjoyed!
Moreover, look at the instant noodles that Jiang Han brought out! Che Chengming was now seriously doubting whether Jiang Han had made Su Qianxue particularly happy in bed, which gave him the audacity to brazenly offer such inferior and inedible items as aid for disaster relief.
He picked up another cup of instant noodles to inspect! The other bowl contained chicken soup noodles, and the fat was discolored. Che Chengming examined the fat in the noodles closely; it was that kind of yellow fat! In his understanding, chicken fat should be yellow, not this color. This could only prove that Jiang Han was trying to pass off inferior goods as quality ones, aiming to profit from disaster relief.
Jiang Han, you really are a scoundrel! How dare you use such trash to aid the victims?
With newfound confidence, Che Chengming confronted Jiang Han and said, "You want to gamble? I can bet with you. Let me tell you, my Langya Wangfu and I have lost to you before! But this time, I won't back down. I'll wager three treasures against you! If I win, you strip and give me what I want!"
Jiang Han was taken aback and scrutinized Che Chengming closely. "Have you lost your mind? If I win, you give me three treasures! If I lose, you want me to strip for you?"
"Jiang Han, I've heard about your reputation! As for the women in your establishment, that's none of my concern. However, with the Ninth Princess's recent arrival, many suspect you're behind it."
The retainer Wang Lao chimed in from the side: "Using such items for disaster relief is simply outrageous!"
Damn it! I'm using instant noodles for disaster relief; what does it have to do with you?
Jiang Han held back his urge to curse directly and listened as Wang Lao and Che Chengming continued their tirade. Since ancient times, disaster relief has never involved such food! Moreover, this kind of food has never existed throughout history!
Wang Lao stood with his hands behind his back, quoting ancient texts and moral principles.
Jiang Han couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Since ancient times? This is instant noodles from a future world—it's a technological product! You call that ancient?"
Suddenly, Che Chengming realized something!
At first glance, the noodles looked quite expensive, especially with the packaging. However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that they were not worth much at all. It turned out that Jiang Han wasn't just trying to help; he was taking advantage of the situation. This guy had lost all sense of morality, using expired ingredients to deceive the disaster victims!
Che Chengming's expression shifted as he watched Jiang Han, his eyes filled with disapproval. Retainer Wang Lao began to rant incessantly, berating Jiang Han as if he were less than human. "As Confucius said: Aid for disaster victims must be genuine," he declared. "So, Jiang Han, using such things to help those in need? I can assure you, while this may not kill anyone, it certainly won't taste good. You've lost your conscience!"
Wang Lao's words struck hard, leaving Jiang Han speechless. He appeared to be a champion for the people as he angrily condemned Jiang Han for using vegetable scraps, questionable fats, and expired noodles to aid the victims.
Cen Ya felt anxious and wanted to step in to explain that instant noodles could actually be quite delicious. But Jiang Han quickly grabbed Cen Ya's arm, shaking his head vigorously and whispering urgently, "Cen Ya, don't say anything! Let's just watch the fools perform!" He gestured to the other women as well, signaling them to keep quiet.
It was a rare opportunity to witness such foolishness. They actually believed that what I offered in these instant noodles was nothing but refuse? This was truly a matter of perspective.
The old man's description of "vegetable corpses" aimed to convey that once vegetables rot and are exposed to wind and sun, they become something unrecognizable. That substance might resemble what I used in my instant noodles, but my ingredients were dehydrated through proper techniques. While they may appear similar, they were worlds apart.
As for the fats involved, there was no need to explain; those who couldn't understand simply weren't worth the effort.
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