Morning.
Chu Guang had slept in for the first time in a while, and it wasn't until nine in the morning that he left Resurrection Square and strolled leisurely to the food street north of the Outpost Base. He ordered two baskets of soup dumplings, two baskets of Shanghai steamed buns, and three cups of soy milk before finding an inconspicuous booth at Zhang Hai's noodle stall.
Although the meal was a carb and calorie bomb, it was nothing but a sprinkle of water for someone with his metabolic level and digestive capacity.
"One bowl of noodles, thank you."
A milky mist hovered over the large pot, and there was an endless stream of diners at the stall.
Today's noodle chef, Zhang Hai, was as busy and fulfilled as ever. His head was almost buried in the pot, and he definitely didn't have time to look up. He shouted across the large pot.
"Got it! Do you want it sliced thin or thick?"
Chu Guang said with a smile,
"Thin, I want to see how thin you can make it."
