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This disaster victim!
He picked up a plastic fork, using it as if it were chopsticks! Jiang Han personally placed the plastic fork in the man's hand. He also chose a flavorful instant noodle cup and handed it to him, smiling and gesturing for him to enjoy.
The disaster victim looked at Jiang Han's politeness, then lowered his gaze to the noodles.
Golden broth!
Curved noodles.
Chunks of meat.
This was nothing like what the Heir had described. I, Chen Lao San, am a butcher; having lived for over thirty years, how could I not know if the meat was spoiled?
As he thought this, disaster victim Chen Lao San scooped up a mouthful of noodles with the fork and took a bite.
The other disaster victims watched Chen Lao San with curiosity!
Was this noodle dish deadly or delicious? The answer would soon be revealed. Previously, Che Cheng had publicly warned that Jiang Han's instant noodles could be fatal, causing many victims to fear them. However, when they caught a whiff of the fragrant noodles, their skepticism grew; they wanted to see if Chen Lao San would take a bite first.
Oh my goodness!
This was simply the most delicious food in the world!
Shopkeeper Jiang, I will be grateful to you for eight lifetimes for allowing me to taste such delicacy!
Disaster victim Chen Lao San exclaimed in surprise and immediately knelt before Jiang Han.
Jiang Han waved his hand dismissively, looking surprised. "Get up, get up! Just eat, just eat!"
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang! Shopkeeper Jiang, you are like my parents!"
These noodles were incredibly tasty, and this piece of meat was huge!
Chen Lao San used the fork to pick out a piece of beef the size of his thumb and savored it for a long time before reluctantly swallowing it. He quickly took another sip of the broth to wash it down with the meat.
Wasn't there just a little bit of meat? Wasn't it supposed to be dry?
Che Cheng was stunned; he remembered that when he looked at the instant noodle cup earlier, there hadn't been such large pieces of meat inside.
He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and even stepped closer to see that not only did Chen Lao San's noodles contain meat, but there were several chunks!
Am I seeing things? How did dried meat turn into tender and fragrant beef?
This couldn't be possible; could Jiang Han be some kind of deity?
The instant noodles Jiang Han offered weren't from the Kang Shuai Mansion but from another brand altogether. This box had a market price of eight yuan. Even when purchased in bulk, it only cost two yuan per bowl.
As many disaster victims witnessed this scene, they all held their breath in anticipation of Chen Lao San's reaction.
A few seconds later, the disaster victim Chen Lao San let out a long sigh and looked at the crowd of survivors. "Brothers and sisters, this is the most delicious food in the world!"
As soon as he said this, the first group of impatient survivors, about a dozen people, rushed forward to grab a bowl of instant noodles and began to devour them hungrily.
After just one bite, their eyes lit up with excitement. They shouted to the other survivors, "Hurry, hurry! This is the best noodle in the world!"
"Brother, come quickly with your wife! These noodles are amazing!"
"Dad, this is so delicious! Hurry and bring Mom over!"
"Son, these instant noodles are incredible! Come over quickly!"
With that call, more survivors surged forward. In an instant, several of them rushed up and took away more than half of the thousand bowls of noodles that had just been prepared. Each person grabbed a bowl and began eating with overwhelming excitement.
"This isn't right!" exclaimed Crown Prince. "These noodles... I remember they were dry."
Che Chengmin moved among the survivors and saw their ecstatic faces as they ate. He looked again at the noodles in their hands and realized they were no longer what he had just seen!
"Jiang Han! This guy really knows some magic?"
In such a short time, he had transformed dry noodles into fragrant and delicious ones? In this era, although there were ways to rehydrate food, nothing like instant noodles existed.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't forget about the porridge!"
"Wait! We just finished making it!" shouted Zhou Peng as the attendants from the royal residence called out to the survivors.
But the disaster victims didn’t even glance at the porridge; they all rushed over to Jiang Han’s side, each holding a bowl of instant noodles and starting to eat on one side!
Thousands of survivors each had a bowl of instant noodles, eating so fast they could barely speak.
The attendants from the royal residence looked around and realized that what had originally been two lines for porridge was now empty. Just moments ago, there had been a long line for rice; now there was no one left.
Those who were slow to react found themselves without any instant noodles to eat.
Cen Ya called out to the attendants to continue preparing more noodles. Yan Dong maintained order at the front, saying, "One person gets two bowls a day—one in the morning and one in the evening! Don’t rush; we still have plenty of instant noodles!"
"It takes two or three minutes to prepare them properly. Don’t worry; everyone will get some."
Originally skeptical about Jiang Han's instant noodles, the survivors were now filled with excitement as they lined up eagerly. They watched others enjoying their bowls of noodles and exclaimed:
"Oh wow, it smells so good! Just smelling it makes my mouth water!"
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have bothered lining up for porridge at the royal residence!"
Indeed, that terrible porridge could never compare to the instant noodles from Shopkeeper Jiang!
They were enjoying it so much; we had completely misunderstood Shopkeeper Jiang's noodles. Such delicious food! Unfortunately, I was a step too late.
The disaster victims kept discussing among themselves, anxiously waiting for the noodles to be ready. In front of them, Yan Dong led the guards, each armed with a blade, and they dared not rush in.
Meanwhile, the victims who had received their noodles wore expressions of sheer ecstasy. There was one disaster victim, Chen Lao San, who devoured his meal quickly, even drinking the broth down to the last drop.
After swallowing the final noodle, Chen Lao San looked contentedly at Jiang Han and exclaimed, " Shopkeeper Jiang, you are a deity among mortals!"
Other victims gradually finished their meals as well and turned to Jiang Han, saying, " Shopkeeper Jiang, we were blind not to recognize your greatness before! That Crown Prince's porridge cannot even be mentioned in the same breath as yours! Compared to your noodles, that porridge is hardly fit for human consumption!"
"Indeed, Shopkeeper Jiang, you are truly a living bodhisattva!"
The excitement among the disaster victims was palpable, a stark contrast to their previous despair. Jiang Han observed this scene without much concern; as long as the victims had food to eat, that was enough.
"My prince! There are no more disaster victims in front of Zhou Peng!"
An attendant from the royal residence inquired of Che Cheng about what to do now.
"What do you want me to do?" Che Cheng replied with a chuckle. "Right now, I've lost everything!"
Seeing this scene had nearly driven Che Cheng mad. He had lost and now owed Ten Treasures! Each item was worth tens of thousands of gold pieces! A single prefecture might only collect a few tens of thousands in taxes!
Not only had he failed to win the Weapons and Tokens, but he also had to bear such a heavy loss himself; it was enough to make one despair.
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