"No worries, I have stocked up on food, imported from another world." Zhang Konghu, a true friend of Commander Huang, said.
He pulled out a pack of instant noodles from his storage ring.
Imported from the Ming Zhong World.
Commander Huang: "..."
While you all enjoy your feast, isn't it inappropriate for me to eat instant noodles?
Zhang Konghu, deciphering the message from Commander Huang's expression, pulled out another packet, this one seafood-flavored.
Two packs of instant noodles, braised beef, and seafood, a solid feast indeed.
"Isn't dining about the ambiance? Don't you feel something is missing without me?"
Commander Huang felt his status as a Late Stage Fusion practitioner, commanding winds and summoning rains wherever he went, was utterly insignificant in the Imperial Palace.
Zhang Konghu thought for a moment and responded uncertainly: "A sad atmosphere?"
