I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

Ye An'an's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

All eyes instantly turned to her.

"You have a way?" Ye Feng was the first to react. He looked at his sister with suspicion in his eyes. "An'an, don't be ridiculous. Matters of national importance are not child's play."

In his view, although his younger sister had some amazing talent in "eating", how could she, a woman raised in seclusion, possibly handle such a complicated matter as military campaigns and logistics?

"I'm not being silly!" Ye An'an's expression was more serious than ever before. "Second Brother, don't be so quick to deny it. Come with me, I'll show you something, and you'll understand."

As she spoke, she stood up and, without saying another word, pulled Ye Feng towards the small kitchen.

Xiao Jingshi, Xie Zhao, and Lu Chengyuan followed curiously. They also wanted to see what Ye An'an was really up to.

In the small kitchen, there are still some "samples" left over from when preparing a "love bag" for Xiao Jingshi.

Ye An'an rummaged through a cabinet for a long time before taking out a small package wrapped tightly in oil paper.

She opened the package, and inside was a golden, crispy round flatbread and three small paper packets.

"What is this?" Ye Feng looked at the dry, hard flatbread, completely bewildered. "Is this also dry rations?"

"You could say that." Ye An'an smiled mysteriously. She didn't explain further, but instead began her "magical performance."

She asked Fuyun to boil a pot of boiling water.

Then, in front of everyone, she put the piece of bread into a large bowl.

Then, tear open the three small seasoning packets one by one, and sprinkle the powder, dried vegetables, and oil inside onto the pancake.

Finally, she picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water over it.

"Sizzle—"

The moment the hot water was poured in, a familiar, rich aroma, a blend of the savory fragrance of chicken broth and the caramelized scent of scallion oil, burst forth.

Ye Feng's nose twitched involuntarily.

This smells...so good!

Ye An'an found a bowl lid and covered the large bowl completely.

"Alright, Second Brother, now we don't need to do anything, we just need to wait three minutes." She held up three fingers, looking confident.

Ye Feng moved closer to the large bowl, staring at it intently, as if waiting for some miracle to happen.

Xiao Jingshi stood to the side, watching him, a familiar, smug smile playing on his lips.

He recalled the same shock he felt when he first witnessed this scene.

Three minutes passed quickly as everyone eagerly awaited their turn.

Ye An'an took a deep breath and slowly lifted the lid of the bowl.

"boom--"

A fragrance ten times stronger than before, mixed with the rolling heat, rushed towards us.

A miracle happened.

In the bowl, the originally dry, hard, and crispy flatbread had completely unfolded, turning into a bowl of golden-yellow, steaming hot soup noodles.

The noodles were distinct and floated in the soup, garnished with soaked red carrot cubes and green vegetable leaves.

"What...what...what kind of sorcery is this?"

Ye Feng stared at the unbelievable scene in the bowl, completely petrified. For the first time, his face, which had never wavered even after experiencing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, revealed an expression that could be described as utterly horrifying.

His mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He even subconsciously took half a step back, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

"Second Brother, don't just stare." Ye An'an handed a pair of chopsticks to Ye Feng, who was already dumbfounded. "Try it and see how it tastes."

Ye Feng mechanically took the chopsticks. He looked at the steaming bowl of noodles in the bowl and felt his hands trembling.

With some skepticism, he picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The next second, his eyes suddenly widened to be bigger than copper bells.

The noodles have a smooth and chewy texture, with a unique caramelized aroma from being deep-fried.

The soup base is delicious and rich; a warm sip seems to dispel all fatigue and cold.

good to eat!

Simple, quick, yet incredibly delicious!

"Delicious! So delicious!" Ye Feng exclaimed indistinctly as he wolfed down his food.

He finished the bowl of noodles in no time, even drinking the last drop of soup.

After finishing his meal, he held the empty bowl and looked at Ye An'an; his eyes had completely changed.

That was no longer the look in his eyes when he looked at his own sister.

It was the kind of look one gives when looking at a "god" or a "savior."

He suddenly understood.

He finally understood what his sister's words meant.

He put down the bowl, grabbed Ye An'an's shoulders tightly with both hands, and almost squeezed her hard because he was so excited.

"An'an! My dear sister!" His voice trembled. "This thing...this thing...can it be mass-produced?!"

He wasn't asking if the food tasted good.

He was asking whether this thing could become a strategic weapon that could change the fate of the entire Zhenbei Army, or even the entire Daliang Army!

Imagine being on a long, tedious patrol mission in the icy north.

His soldiers no longer needed to gnaw on cold, tooth-grinding rations.

All they need is a pot of hot water.

In just three minutes, you can enjoy a bowl of this hot and delicious soup noodles.

What a tremendous boost this will be for morale and physical recovery!

This thing is more important than any fine armor or any sharp weapon!

This is something that can save lives!

Ye An'an looked at his eyes, which were red with excitement, and nodded heavily.

"Yes!" she said decisively. "Not only can it be done, but it's also very simple and inexpensive!"

"I'll teach you this whole method today!"