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Luo Fei replied with a smile, "Your Majesty, please don't be impatient. Wait a little longer and let the noodles fully absorb the broth; that will make them even more delicious."

After a while, Fusu asked in a slightly strained voice, "Grand Preceptor, is it... alright now?"

Luo Fei shook his head: "Not yet, wait a little longer."

A moment later, Meng Tian's voice boomed like thunder, tinged with barely suppressed urgency: "Grand Preceptor, it's been so long, shouldn't it be better by now?"

Luo Fei glanced at him and saw that his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the surface of the bucket. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Almost done, almost there."

Li Si remained silent, but his body leaned slightly forward, his nose unconsciously pointing towards the bucket of noodles.

A few minutes later, Luo Fei estimated that the time was about right, so he picked up a fork and gently lifted the lid of the bucket.

"Hiss—" Heat instantly surged out of the bucket, carrying a rich, domineering, and irresistible aroma that spread like a tide.

The First Emperor leaned forward involuntarily, his eyes lighting up instantly. He immediately opened his bucket of noodles, his gaze fixed intently on the noodles inside.

The curled, golden noodles soaked in the rich broth, the dehydrated vegetables and ham slices floating on top, and the bright red and tempting broth instantly whetted his appetite.

The First Emperor imitated Luo Fei, picked up a fork of noodles, carefully blew on it, then took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, and his eyes widened suddenly. His face showed an incredulous expression as if he had never eaten anything so delicious in his life, as if he had discovered a new continent, filled with shock and surprise.

The noodles were smooth, soft, chewy, and had a satisfying texture. When you chewed them, the aroma of wheat and the flavor of the sauce blended perfectly. The broth was rich and spicy. Although it was so hot that he couldn't help but hiss, he didn't stop eating. Instead, he found it more and more delicious, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He picked up another fork, took a big bite, chewed quickly, and then swallowed. He was completely immersed in the delicious taste of the instant noodles, and even his usual dignity was thrown to the winds.

As Fusu watched the First Emperor eat noodles, seeing him shoveling mouthfuls into his mouth, noticing the red broth on his lips and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his throat involuntarily moved, and he swallowed hard. Unable to resist any longer, he immediately opened his own noodles and began to wolf them down.

Meng Tian and Li Si, unable to contain themselves any longer, picked up their forks, scooped up noodles, and stuffed them into their mouths, their faces instantly showing expressions of satisfaction.

The four people sat in the solemn main hall, each holding a bucket of instant noodles, engrossed in their meal.

The sounds of slurping noodles rose and fell, a slurping and gurgling noise that, while somewhat unrefined, went unnoticed as everyone was busy enjoying the delicious food in their own buckets.

The entire hall was filled with the aroma of food and the sounds of satisfied swallowing, a stark contrast to its usual solemnity.

After finishing his noodles, the First Emperor noticed a layer of broth at the bottom of the bucket, so he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, leaving not a drop.

He put down the bucket, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, leaned back against the headboard, and let out a long sigh of relief.

His breath was full of satisfaction and happiness.

He glanced at the bowl of noodles in Luo Fei's hand. Luo Fei had only eaten half of it. After a brief pause, he looked away.

Fusu also finished eating, and drank all the soup at the bottom of the bucket clean.

He leaned back in his chair, hands on his stomach, looking like he wanted more. His face was flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the spiciness.

After Meng Tian finished eating, he turned the bucket upside down on the ground.

He wiped his mouth, the grease stain getting onto his armor, but he didn't seem to care. He looked at Luo Fei, his eyes full of expectant anticipation, as if asking, "Is there more?"

Li Si ate relatively slowly, not because he didn't want to eat quickly, but because he was savoring the taste of the noodles and the possible meaning behind them.

A person who can conjure food out of thin air, allow people to travel thousands of miles in an instant, and bring people back from the dead, the food he brings may not be ordinary.

After Li Si finished eating, he placed the bucket on the table, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to Luo Fei: "Thank you for the food, Grand Preceptor."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was very sincere.

Seeing their lingering enjoyment, especially Meng Tian's expectant gaze, Luo Fei took out a few more buckets of noodles and placed them on the table.

Their eyes lit up instantly.

The First Emperor's eyes were already sharp. He waved to Fusu and said, "Make me another tub of this."

Fusu immediately took the noodles and started making the soup.

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed in through the west-facing windows, casting an orange-red hue that spread across the floor like a thin red carpet.

A series of chaotic footsteps came from the entrance of the main hall.

The civil and military officials arrived, dressed in various official robes, wearing different kinds of crowns and hats, and holding tablets, and lined up neatly at the entrance of the main hall.

Their expressions varied: some were nervous, some curious, some confused, and some fearful.

They didn't know why His Majesty had summoned them to the palace, whether it was a blessing or a curse, or even whether they would lose their heads because of it.

A eunuch emerged from the main hall, stood at the entrance, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Summon all civil and military officials, enter the hall—"

Officials filed in, arranged according to their rank, with civil officials on the left and military officers on the right, standing on either side of the main hall.

Their gazes swept across the faces of the First Emperor, Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​and Li Si in turn, before finally settling on Luo Fei.

The young man, dressed in a blue-and-white gradient robe with what appeared to be flowing starlight on the hem, sat next to the First Emperor on the other side of the table.

His position was even more prestigious than that of the prime minister.

The officials were so astonished that their mouths were agape. Some whispered among themselves, some asked questions quietly, and some exchanged glances.

The crowd quieted down only after the eunuch coughed lightly.

The First Emperor's voice rang out from the high platform, clearly echoing in every corner of the main hall: "This is my Imperial Preceptor. He is an immortal with boundless magical powers. It was the Imperial Preceptor who cured my serious illness; it was also thanks to his magical powers that I was able to return to Xianyang from a thousand miles away. From this day forward, the words of the Imperial Preceptor are my words; the orders of the Imperial Preceptor are my orders."

All the officials knelt down in unison, their knees hitting the floor with a series of dull thuds.

They bowed their heads, their foreheads almost touching the floor, held their ceremonial tablets high above their heads, and their voices, squeezed from their throats, were uniform: "Your subjects pay their respects to the Imperial Preceptor."