People of Desert Star, holding a variety of eating utensils, lined up neatly, a bit expectant yet orderly.
Every person who received hanging noodles, topped with a spoonful of meat sauce, definitely couldn't wait to take a bite.
"Slurp slurp—"
"Oh—this is so delicious."
With a bit of noodle in their mouth, talking was unclear, but they didn't say much and hurriedly ate.
Bowl after bowl of noodles was taken away; one pot was surely not enough. Fu Yunhe set up two large pots and a slightly smaller one.
Two large pots constantly boiled water and cooked noodles.
Luckily, Ha Ha could keep an eye on one pot, so he wasn't too busy.
When Nian Shutong returned, she saw Fu Yunhe swamped with work.
She quickly stepped forward, took the chopsticks from Fu Yunhe's hand, and said, "Go sit and rest for a while."
Nian Shutong took the chopsticks and easily served noodles to everyone.
Fu Yunhe didn't fight for them; he was indeed tired.
