Inside a detached villa by the sea in Q City, three people sat around a large black pot.
"Smack, smack~"
Li Moxiao chewed on dry instant noodles that were not crunchy while hurrying Yang Ao along.
"Is it ready? Is it ready? Why does cooking noodles take so long?"
Yang Ao looked helpless. Ever since he and Shen Jin had gotten separated, he had not had a single peaceful day.
He was either cooking or on his way to find ingredients to cook with.
"Stop rushing me! Don't I have to start a fire before cooking noodles? Don't I have to find firewood to start a fire? And without firewood, don't I have to dismantle a house first?"
Fu Wei poked at the fire while watching the large black pot above it, occasionally stirring the noodles inside.
The three of them were wandering now and did not carry much equipment, but this large black pot was essential.
With Li Moxiao's appetite, they would have to cook several batches without a large pot.
For example, the large pot of noodles in front of them contained a full five kilograms of dried noodles, which would yield about seven and a half kilograms of cooked noodles.
Yang Ao would eat one kilogram, Old Fu would eat half a kilogram, and the remaining six kilograms would all go to Li Moxiao.
Even then, she kept complaining that it was not enough, saying this stuff offered quantity, not quality.
Li Moxiao pulled her food basin out from behind her and served herself six kilograms of noodles.
Slurping them down, she sighed. "Back when Uncle Shen Jin was around... I always ate six kilograms of steak. Ugh~~ this is so annoying!"
"Steak!?"
Yang Ao and Fu Wei were already drooling.
"Yeah! You didn't know, did you?