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Xiaoyu broke open the disposable bamboo chopsticks and soup spoon and handed them over, and both pairs of eyes stared at the lunch box on the table.

Ye Wanxing first took the box containing the pan-fried buns and ripped it open.

"boom--"

A burst of hot, thick white steam suddenly gushed out of the box, and the steam quickly dispersed in the warm air of the hall.

The pure and rich aroma of roasted black sesame, the fresh fragrance of scallions, and the savory meaty flavor of black mountain pork instantly filled the entire RV cabin!

Xiaoyu's eyes widened at the aroma, and she couldn't help but swallow hard: "My God..."

The inside of the lid was dry and smooth, without any condensation or water droplets.

Four pan-fried buns were neatly arranged at the bottom of the box. The semi-fermented dough on top was plump and soft, without any trace of being soggy or sticky from being soaked in moisture.

Ye Wanxing picked up a pan-fried bun, flipped it over to check the bottom.

The deep golden-yellow charcoal crust is flat, hard, and shiny.

She brought the pan-fried bun to her lips and bit a small opening in the top.

"Slurp—"

A stream of amber-colored, piping hot, rich broth flowed into my mouth through the opening.

The pure sweetness of the black mountain pork, mixed with the rich, gelatinous texture of the melted aspic, flows smoothly down the tip of your tongue.

Ye Wanxing's cheeks puffed out slightly, but the rich aroma of meat made her unwilling to let go, and she forced herself to swallow all the scalding hot meat juices.

Then, she opened her mouth wide and took a bite out of the bottom shell.

"Snap—!!"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in the quiet RV.

The crispy crust crumbles between your teeth, revealing a firm and bouncy meatball inside, while the soft, sweet dough soaked in the meat juices.

"Xiaoyu...you have to try it!"

With a pan-fried bun in her mouth, Ye Wanxing mumbled something, her eyes shining with satisfaction: "It really isn't soggy! The bottom is as crispy as if it just came out of the pan!"

Xiaoyu was initially skeptical, but seeing Ye Wanxing eating so unrestrainedly with her cheeks bulging, her cravings were instantly whetted.

She swallowed hard, quickly picked up another pair of bamboo chopsticks, and eagerly grabbed the remaining pan-fried bun from the plate.

As soon as you pick up the bun with your chopsticks, you can clearly feel the firm elasticity of the dough. The golden-brown crust underneath is crisp and dry, without any of the stickiness or soggy texture that comes from a regular takeout box.

Then, she opened her mouth wide and took a bite of the golden, flat, hard bottom of the pan-fried bun.

"Snap—!!"

A crisp, clear sound of something breaking echoed through the quiet carriage.

Xiaoyu was jolted awake, her eyes widening instantly. She chewed on the crispy crust, her face filled with disbelief and shock.

"This...this is unbelievable!"

The crispy crust at the bottom is crunchy and firm, making a series of crisp sounds when chewed, while the aroma of wheat and the caramelized flavor of rendered pork fat fills the mouth.

The semi-fermented dough on top has absorbed the meat broth, making it soft, fluffy, and slightly sweet.

The black mountain pork meatball wrapped in the center is firm and juicy, with chewy meat pieces. Every bite releases delicious meat juice.

Xiaoyu exclaimed indistinctly as she chewed on her steamed bun.

"After driving nearly 300 kilometers on the highway and being cooped up in the car for almost three hours, how can the bottom still be as crisp as if it just came out of the oven?!"

"I already told you that Boss Lin's packaging boxes are unusual, but you still didn't believe me."

Ye Wanxing swallowed the last bite of the pan-fried bun, picked up a tissue to wipe the remaining oil stains from the corners of her mouth, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Quick, open the beef brisket noodles too!" Ye Wanxing urged, pointing to another, larger, dark green lunchbox on the table.

Xiaoyu wiped her mouth and quickly reached out to unpack the beef brisket noodles.

This noodle lunchbox set is more ingeniously designed.

On top is a sealed dry bowl filled with cooked thin noodles, with large chunks of tender snow-covered beef neatly arranged on top of the noodles, and sprinkled with bright green cilantro and garlic sprouts.

Below is a separate double-layered stainless steel insulated soup pot.

Xiaoyu moved quickly, directly opening the lid of the large lunchbox, unscrewing the double-layered insulated container next to it, and pouring the piping hot and rich beef brisket broth all over the chewy noodles with a "whoosh".

Several large chunks of tender, translucent snow-covered lily beef trembled slightly in the hot broth, instantly releasing the aroma of cilantro and garlic sprouts.

Ye Wanxing picked up a large mouthful of noodles with her chopsticks and slurped it into her mouth, then picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it heartily.

The noodles are chewy and springy, the beef is tender and melts in your mouth, and the rich, piping hot broth slides down your esophagus into your stomach, making every pore on your body seem to relax in that instant.

The two didn't even have time to say much before sharing the whole bowl of beef brisket noodles, finishing it all. Then they unscrewed the thermos and drank the hot, sweet soy milk, with a layer of oil on the surface, in small sips each.

Ye Wanxing put down the empty cup, took a tissue to wipe her mouth clean, leaned back softly against the sofa back, and exhaled a long breath of hot air.

Satisfy.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

In the remote, snowy wilderness, after half a month of eating cold, hard boxed meals, my stomach was completely saved by this piping hot meal that had traveled 300 kilometers.

My stomach felt warm and cozy, like a small heater had been lit. The chill I had caught from rushing to the set early in the morning was completely dispelled, and I felt completely calm.

Not only that, but his limbs, which had been sore and weak from days of intense action scenes, were now full of energy again, and he felt refreshed.

Xiaoyu was cleaning up the empty lunchboxes and cups, rubbing her round belly and sighing:

"Sister Wanxing... I'm completely convinced. I used to think you were exaggerating when you told me how amazing Boss Lin from Jin Street was at cooking. But after eating this meal today, I feel like I've been eating pig swill for the past twenty-odd years."

Xiaoyu quickly packed the lunchbox into a large garbage bag, tied it tightly, and threw it into the storage compartment at the bottom of the RV.

"It's all packed up, Sister Wanxing. Quickly open the window a crack to let some air in," Xiaoyu reminded her.

"Hmm." Ye Wanxing stood up, changed into a heavy theatrical robe, and walked with light steps, full of energy.

I just finished cleaning up less than two minutes ago.

"Knock knock knock".

The RV door was knocked on again.

Agent Hui walked in, holding a revised schedule of performances.

As soon as she entered, Sister Hui sniffed and looked around the carriage with some confusion: "What's that smell? Why is there a faint aroma of broth and scallion oil?"

Xiaoyu stood to the side, her body stiffening slightly. She quickly picked up the thermos on the table and pretended to drink water.

Ye Wanxing remained composed and naturally stepped forward to take the call sheet: "I just had Xiaoyu make me a pot of hot ginger tea to warm me up. Sister Hui, have there been any changes to the afternoon's scenes?"

Sister Hui's gaze fell on Ye Wanxing's face, and her originally serious expression suddenly froze slightly.

She stepped forward with some surprise and carefully examined Ye Wanxing's face.