After receiving Alhatu's confirmation, Shumulu told Tong Cheng'er about it.

Tong Cheng'er was also very happy. She didn't have a strong liking for instant noodles, but being able to help her second brother was a good thing.

"It's good that you can bring it in. When the time comes, Second Brother will be able to have a hot bowl of soup noodles, and he will definitely be able to get good grades."

Shumulu: "They just know how to say nice things."

"Mother, what I said is the truth. My second brother is so outstanding, it would be unreasonable if he didn't get good grades."

Shumulu smiled and sent her away.

After handing the instant noodles to Shumulu, Tong Cheng'er stopped asking about them.

February arrived in the blink of an eye, and Tong Xuewen boarded the carriage to the Imperial Examination Hall amidst the anticipation of his family.

Upon entering the examination hall, he was first led into a small room, where he was stripped of all his clothes and inspected. Once everything was in order, he was allowed to put his clothes back on. The noodles he brought were not broken into pieces because they were so transparent that they could not be used to write or hide notes.

Once inside the examination room, when the time came, the exam papers were handed out. He first glanced at the questions and found them to be quite good; he knew most of them. So he started writing on the scratch paper.

Time flew by while he was writing, and soon Tong Xuewen felt hungry. He then picked up the small iron stove to boil water and started making instant noodles.

It was mealtime, and everyone was eating. The people around were mostly eating broken snacks or flatbreads. It was cold, the snacks were dry, and they weren't as good as what they ate at home. But they were all prepared for it. After all, they had all gone through the provincial examination once before, so they didn't think much of it.

No pain, no gain!

As they were eating, they smelled a delicious aroma in the air, like bone broth, and suddenly their snacks didn't taste so good anymore.

They were already struggling to eat, and now they couldn't eat at all.

Not only the other candidates, but even the patrolling guards could smell it.

Tong Xuewen didn't care about anything else. He made noodles, ate them while they were still hot, and drank the soup. He felt warm and comfortable in his stomach. After finishing his meal and cleaning up, he continued writing his exam paper.