"This—"
Looking at the bowl of aromatic beef noodles in front of her, Jiang Yan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
The noodles were translucent, soft yet springy.
The beef pieces were minuscule, each about the size of a pinky finger.
There were also two or three fresh mint leaves and a few small rings of bright red small chili garnished on top.
The toppings seemed sparse, but Jiang Yan knew that in such a resource-depleted apocalypse, they were already incredibly precious.
Mo Jingsheng, afraid she might feel it was too little, explained, "The mint and small chili are lab-produced and in limited quantities."
"As for the noodles, these aren't the stored ones; the base chef handmade them today."
"Would you like to try?" Mo Jingsheng said, handing her a pair of chopsticks.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to dig in, Hua Bao had already stretched out a tiny leaf with a slurping sound, "Mommy, no poison~"
