The noodles twisted and turned, and had the standard yellowish color of wheaten food. Above the soup, some vegetables floated. The soup was also yellowish in color, like something that had been deep-fried. Steam billowed up the noodles, while an aroma unique to instant noodles wafted around.
The noodles looked better than the picture one normally saw on the instant noodle packagings.
"Looks really good," Mr. Wei said.
"Of course. I'm the chef," Yuan Zhou said, as if this was common knowledge.
"I won't be holding back," Mr. Wei said and picked up the chopsticks.
The smell of instant noodles would always be better than the actual taste. Thus, people would usually spend more time smelling the noodles before eating it. But Mr. Wei did not care about that and directly stuffed some noodles into his mouth.
Slurp. Mr. Wei swallowed the noodles.
