In the red sauce soup, golden noodles are wavy, colorful vegetable leaves are stretched and floating, and there are small pieces of brown dried meat, which looks particularly appetizing.

Ying Zheng took the bamboo fork. He felt awkward holding such a small object in his big hands. He frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But he still scooped up a ball of noodles and put it into his mouth. As he chewed it, the aroma of wheat, spiciness and meat burst between his lips and teeth. The taste was chewy and rich.

"Yeah, not bad."

After tasting it, Ying Zheng's eyes lit up and he nodded in affirmation.

Then he thought of something, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't help but speculate.

"Yuening wants to use this as military rations?"

"Hehe, A Zheng is so smart!"

Chu Yuening first praised it as usual, then pointed at the ingredients in the noodle soup and carefully introduced them one by one.

"Look, it contains not only staple food, meat, and vegetables, but also oil, salt, sauce, chili and other seasonings, which fully meet the soldiers' dietary needs."

"And it's very convenient to just brew it with hot water for a few moments before eating."

"As the saying goes, speed is of the essence in war. Improving cooking efficiency in the rear will benefit the military situation at the front."

While listening to the woman's talk, Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to look at the noodle soup, with a strange light in his phoenix eyes.

Marching and fighting can last as short as one month or as long as several years, and the supply and transportation of food and fodder in the rear is crucial.

Moreover, the location of the military camp is not fixed. Food and fodder are generally stored in nearby counties and transported in small quantities every day. Soldiers will also carry a few days' worth of food and fodder with them.

Now that we have such convenient military rations, we can undoubtedly greatly increase the marching speed and pursue the Huns.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's brows became more excited. He looked up at the woman and asked with interest.

"It is indeed very convenient. What is the name of this thing?"

"It's called instant noodles, doesn't it live up to its name?"

Chu Yuening held her chin up and chuckled, blinking playfully at the man with her bright eyes.

Although the joke was cold, Ying Zheng nodded in agreement. He tied up the woman's hair and spoke in a low and gentle voice.

"After that, I'll trouble Yue Ning to supervise the production."

"A Zheng, don't worry. I've already instructed the military food factory to produce instant noodles in two shifts."

"Ensure sufficient military rations before the battle begins."

Chu Yuening promised solemnly, her tone serious, her eyebrows slightly raised, looking extremely heroic.

Ying Zheng gazed at his confident and outspoken little wife, feeling proud in his heart. His thin lips couldn't help but curl up, and his eyes revealed tender love.

Seeing that his parents had finished their business, Ying Zhao, who was standing by, ran over quickly, raised his little face, and begged with eager eyes.

"Father and Mother, Zhao Zhao also wants to eat delicious noodles~"

"Okay, but you can only eat a few bites."

"Noodles are a bit heavy with oil and salt. Eating too much will make your stomach uncomfortable."

Looking at the drooling cub, Chu Yuening explained patiently with a gentle expression and soft voice.

She is not against instant noodles, nor does she believe in nonsense such as "unhealthy", "carcinogenic", and "eating too many preservatives will turn you into a mummy".

It is irresponsible to talk about the harm of any food without considering the dosage.

Bananas have radiation. Eating 35 million bananas can cause death due to radiation exposure.

The reason for these rumors is, at its root, the deep-rooted ideological constraints of Chinese parents. They subconsciously deny and resist things that are beyond their cognition.

In some special cases, instant noodles may be a meal that fills the stomach of ordinary people, so there is no need to reject it too much.

Of course, for children, it is better to eat less oily and salty foods as their gastrointestinal digestion ability is not as good as that of adults.

"Okay, Zhao Zhao will just take a small bite~"

Ying Zhao agreed obediently and even compared with his thumb and index finger. His serious look was extremely cute.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng shook his head and laughed, picked up the greedy little kid, carefully put a bib on him, and then handed him the fork.

The little guy scooped up a few noodles as if he had got an interesting new toy, and rolled them up with his two little hands until they became a ball.

“Ouch~”

“Baji, baji…”

"Hmm...this noodles are delicious!"

The unique delicacy immediately captured Ying Zhao's taste buds. His eyes lit up and he was so delighted by the delicious taste.

But even if he liked it, he didn't take a second bite, but put down his fork obediently.

Seeing that he was restrained and self-controlled, Ying Zheng showed a look of relief on his face, and a hint of pride in his eyes.

He is worthy of being my little boy, and he will be able to take on the throne in the future.

After lunch, Chu Yuening handed the truck in the system warehouse to Ying Zheng and gave him some careful instructions.

"A Zheng, please be sure to have people practice driving carefully. If you operate it improperly, it may cause casualties."

"Okay, I'll send a few people from the Imperial Household Department who are proficient in horsemanship."

Ying Zheng replied cautiously, his expression solemn.

Although he had never seen the truck in person, according to the description of the item, it was nearly two meters tall. Even horses could injure people, let alone such a huge thing?

"Yeah, no problem! It's a good match for your major."

Chu Yuening nodded thoughtfully, then sighed happily.

The Taifu was in charge of the palace's carriages and horse affairs. When the emperor traveled, the Taifu drove the carriage for him, which was equivalent to an ancient version of a private driver.

However, the status of the Grand Coachman was not low. He was one of the Nine Ministers and was often close to the emperor. Zhao Gao initially drove for Qin Shihuang and was appreciated and valued.

When it comes to superb horsemanship, none other than the people of Taifu Temple can match it.

After all, if you can't drive well, you'll have to take a day trip to the Nine Clans Underworld.

"Once they become proficient in driving the trucks, they will immediately deliver the first batch of military rations to the border."

"At the speed of a truck, it will take less than half a day to arrive. It won't take that long to go back and forth."

Thinking of the imminent war, Chu Yuening frowned, pursed her red lips, and thought carefully.

A Zheng planned to attack the Xiongnu next month, so he had to prepare food, fodder, medical care and other matters at least half a month in advance.

Ying Zheng played with his wife's smooth hands, listened quietly, and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, obviously lost in thought.

After a while, his expression changed, his dark pupils sparkled, and there was inquiry in his steady voice.

"Yuening, besides transporting food and fodder, can trucks also transport muskets, ammunition... and troops?"

"Yes, you can, but if there are too many people it will be overloaded and there will be driving risks."

"No problem, just ship them in batches. It's so fast, much faster than horses."

"Yeah...yes, I just need to stock up on more diesel."

Chu Yuening thought for a moment and agreed softly.

At the same time, I once again admire A Zheng's outstanding foresight.

In modern warfare, troop carriers are indispensable, as they can quickly rush to the battlefield and ensure that soldiers are fully energized.

After the two discussed the details of the matter for a while, Chu Yuening tilted her head slightly, staring at the man's stern jawline, and made a playful joke.

"A Zheng, do you think General Meng Tian will be surprised when he sees the truck?"

"Mr. Meng has a steady temperament. Even if he is surprised, he will not lose his composure."

Ying Zheng pinched the woman's cheek and replied without hesitation, with complete trust in his phoenix eyes.