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Li Si rose and bowed deeply to the First Emperor, his voice steady: "Your Majesty, since the Grand Preceptor has agreed, I believe that all civil and military officials should be summoned to the palace immediately for the most solemn ceremony of investiture. Only in this way can Your Majesty demonstrate your reliance on the Grand Preceptor and the majesty of the Qin Dynasty."

The First Emperor raised his hand and waved towards the palace gate, his voice authoritative even without anger: "Issue my decree that all civil and military officials enter the palace immediately without delay."

Upon hearing this, the eunuch standing at the door bowed so low he almost touched the ground and loudly replied, "This servant obeys the decree!"

After saying that, he turned and jogged away, his hurried footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Inside the main hall, only the sound of breathing could be heard for a moment.

The First Emperor's eyes were slightly closed, his face calm and serene.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, tap, tap, tap, each sound like a blow to Li Si's heartstrings, carrying an invisible pressure.

Fusu sat on the side seat next to the First Emperor, his body slightly turned towards his father. His gaze, filled with concern, quietly fell on the First Emperor's weathered yet still majestic face, trying to read his father's thoughts from his calm expression.

Meng Tian sat upright on a straw mat on the other side, his back straight as a pine tree, his eyes piercing as he looked toward the entrance of the main hall, his expression solemn as he quietly awaited the arrival of the officials.

Li Si sat next to Luo Fei, his body slightly turned towards the First Emperor. On the surface, he appeared calm, as if he were simply waiting for the imperial decree, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyes were constantly moving.

His gaze swept over Luo Fei's peculiarly styled robe, turned to the First Emperor's slightly closed eyes, then moved to Fusu's young and slightly worried face, and finally settled on Meng Tian's resolute profile.

His thoughts raced faster than his eyes as he secretly calculated his fate, his future, and his importance in the First Emperor's heart. He knew perfectly well that the First Emperor hadn't killed him not because he was innocent, but because he still had value to him and there were still matters that needed his attention.

In this deep palace, only the useful will not be easily discarded; this is the survival rule he has summarized over the years.

He must maintain this "useful" state at all times, otherwise, an abyss of no return awaits him.

At noon, sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The First Emperor slowly opened his eyes, looked at the sun high in the sky outside the window, then turned to look at Luo Fei, and then raised his hand and waved to another eunuch at the door.

"Serve the meal."

The two simple words carried an unquestionable authority.

The eunuch at the door also bowed and accepted the order, then jogged out to deliver it.

A moment later, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

This time, the eunuch was followed by several palace maids dressed in plain palace attire. They carried food trays with food boxes on them. The food boxes were made of dark wood and carved with simple cloud patterns.

The palace maids walked lightly into the hall, carefully placed the food trays on each person's table, and then opened the food boxes, bringing out dishes of food: a bowl of millet rice, golden in color, with small grains, slightly coarse, and some unremoved husks could be seen.

A bowl of vegetable soup, pale green in color and thin in texture, with a few vegetable leaves floating in it. Because it has been cooked for too long, it has turned yellow and become blurry, almost unrecognizable.

A plate of dried meat, dry and firm, sliced ​​very thinly, with the texture of the meat clearly visible;

There was also a dish of pickled vegetables, dark in color and with a faint sour smell.

Luo Fei looked at the food in front of him, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He picked up the bowl of millet rice, brought it close to his nose, and smelled it; a faint musty smell wafted into his nostrils.

This is not due to food spoilage, but rather because the grains were not completely cleaned during threshing, resulting in a small amount of moldy grains being mixed in, which gives the food this indescribable taste after cooking.

He put down the bowl, then picked up the vegetable soup to examine it closely. The vegetable leaves had been overcooked until they were mushy. With a gentle stir of his chopsticks, they crumbled and sank to the bottom of the bowl, leaving only a layer of murky green soup.

He put down his bowl again, without even touching the plate of dried meat and pickled vegetables.

The First Emperor had been silently observing Luo Fei. Seeing that he showed no interest in the food before him, he frowned slightly and asked, "Grand Preceptor, is this meal not to your liking?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Fei turned to look at the First Emperor and found that he too had the same food laid out before him, with even the portions being almost identical. He looked at the others and saw the same thing.

Luo Fei put down his chopsticks and calmly said, "Your Majesty, please have someone bring a basin of boiling water."

The First Emperor glanced at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he did not ask why. He simply waved to the eunuch at the door, signaling him to do as he was told.

The eunuch dared not delay and quickly brought over a basin of boiling water in a copper basin.

Seeing this, Luo Fei smiled slightly and took something out of his ring.

With a thought, several items appeared out of thin air on the table: several buckets of White Elephant Spicy Beef Instant Noodles, the bright red buckets eye-catching, with white lettering printed on them, and an enticing picture of beef noodles on the surface of the buckets. The beef chunks in the picture were large, with a reddish color, the noodles were thick and chewy, and the soup was rich and mellow; there were also several sausages, with the words "Jinluo King of Kings" printed on the red packaging.

The First Emperor stared at the several buckets of instant noodles, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

Fusu, even more curious, moved closer and craned his neck to examine the instant noodles closely.

Luo Fei pushed the dough towards the First Emperor, Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​and Li Si respectively, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, gentlemen, please watch my demonstration and learn from my movements."

He picked up a bucket of instant noodles, skillfully tore open the lid, revealing the round noodle cake inside.

He first tore open the seasoning packet and sprinkled the powder inside evenly on the flatbread; then he tore open the sauce packet and squeezed the sauce next to the powder; finally, he tore open the vegetable packet and sprinkled the dehydrated vegetables on top. Although the small dried vegetables were shriveled, you could still vaguely tell that they were carrots, green vegetables and other ingredients.

He tore open another sausage, broke it into several pieces, and threw it into the bucket.

Then, he picked up the copper basin and poured boiling water into the bucket, just enough to cover the dough.

Next, he put the lid on the bucket, picked up the fork that came with the bucket, and used it to hold the edge of the lid to prevent it from popping open.

Although the four emperors were filled with doubt, they still followed Luo Fei's example and poured boiling water into the bucket one by one, held the lid with a fork, and waited quietly.

The main hall fell silent once again.

All four of them kept their eyes fixed on the surface of their respective buckets.

Although they couldn't see the contents of the bucket, the aroma wafting from the gaps in the lid was like an invisible hook, stimulating their appetite.

The First Emperor's throat moved, and he couldn't help but swallow, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Fusu's throat moved slightly, and a longing expression appeared on his face.

Meng Tian's Adam's apple bobbed more noticeably, and the sound he made could be clearly heard even by Li Si standing next to him.

Finally, the First Emperor couldn't help but speak first, his voice not loud, but with a hint of urgency: "Imperial Preceptor, is this... done yet?"