"What is this?"

Meng Tian couldn't help being curious, so he picked up a bag of "small cubes" with the most conspicuous packaging from the box.

I held it up to my eyes, looked left and right, up and down, but still couldn't figure out what it was.

This "small square" was printed with words he didn't recognize, and there was also a picture of a thing... that looked like a chicken but wasn't a chicken.

Fusu looked at Meng Tian's expression and couldn't help but chuckle: "General Meng, this is food."

"food?"

Meng Tian's eyes widened even more, and he felt that he must have heard it wrong.

This colorful and strange-shaped thing is actually food?

This...how is this possible!

Seeing that Meng Tian still looked unconvinced, Fusu ordered his attendants, "Go get a bowl and some hot water."

"promise!"

The attendant took the order and left, and soon brought back a clay bowl and a pot of steaming water.

Fusu took the bowl and water, and took out the bag of "small cubes" that Meng Tian had "studied" for half a day - instant noodles - from the box.

Following Yu Bai's instructions, he clumsily tore open the package and put the noodles and seasoning packets into the bowl one by one.

Then he slowly poured hot water into the bowl, and a rich aroma instantly spread, filling the entire tent.

This fragrance...

Meng Tian's nose twitched slightly, and he felt that the fragrance was rich and tempting, a smell he had never smelled before.

Not only him, but even the several close followers around him could not help swallowing their saliva, staring at the bowl of "food".

Fusu stirred it gently with chopsticks a few times to allow the noodles to fully absorb the soup, then covered the lid and waited quietly.

Time seemed to be particularly long at this moment, and every second seemed like torture.

Finally, Fusu opened the lid.