After listening to Song Lan's description, the Scarlet Lord skeptically twirled a bit of the clumped noodles with a fork and slowly brought it to his mouth.
Despite the other party's flowery words, the weak broth and the appearance of the noodles were truly unappetizing, especially in stark contrast to the comfort food of the two people in the distance.
However, the moment he swallowed the first bite, his eyes suddenly bulged wide open.
The hand holding the fork moved on its own, as if possessed, wolfing down the noodles rapidly. The bowl was quickly emptied, even the clear water inside was drained in a gulp.
Immediately after, a sense of forlornness washed over him.
Apart from the deliciousness, he felt there must be other flavors within the bowl of noodles, but he had eaten too swiftly to savor them properly. That fleeting sensation, like the sweet soup base swiftly passing through his throat, had vanished by the time he wished to relish it again.
