Chapter 139

He fought back the impulse, feeling as though his nerves had never been so frayed. "Ready!" The sound was like music to his ears, pulling him back from a hell of torment into paradise. He couldn't wait to flip open the lid, grab his chopsticks, and dive into the bowl. The noodles were curled and loose; he mimicked Ling Miao’s movements to stir the instant noodles until they separated. Each pale yellow strand was firm, chewy, and elastic. The broth had a soft, soy-colored hue, with droplets of red chili oil floating on the surface. Ling Miao had prepared the classic braised beef flavor, but to ensure it wasn't bland, she had added a bit more chili from the beef tallow packet. Compared to the braised beef flavor he had eaten in his past life, this was more like an upgraded, spicy version of beef noodles. Because she had made it herself, she had been generous with the portions. Every piece of beef was plump and solid; even after being dried and shrinking, they were still substantial. Now, soaking in the hot broth, they had rehydrated, shamelessly releasing the aroma of beef.