Sun Hang broke off a small piece of compressed biscuit and tossed it to Noor. Noor's hands trembled, and he failed to catch it. The biscuit fell to the ground, instantly picking up quite a bit of sand.
But Noor immediately picked it up, brushed the sand off with his hand, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.
The instant his taste buds touched the food, Noor's eyes went wide.
The impact was no less devastating than braised beef noodles or Longjiang pig trotter rice would have been to Shu Han soldiers. For those few seconds, Noor's brain completely crashed. (Reference: "If Zhuge Liang Had an Unlimited Supply of Instant Noodles or Longjiang Pig Trotter Rice, Could the Northern Expeditions Have Succeeded?")
After swallowing that tiny piece of compressed biscuit completely, Noor's breathing suddenly became extremely ragged as he stared fixedly at the remaining biscuits in Sun Hang's hand.
But the lingering pain in his body preserved the last shred of his rationality, stopping him from pouncing forward to snatch them. He stammered a plea to Sun Hang instead. "Could... could you give me... give me a little more?"
Seeing Noor's reaction, Sun Hang could not help flipping over the compressed biscuit's packaging to check it. He was pretty sure the ingredient list did not contain anything prohibited, so why was the other man reacting so strongly?
It seemed these remnants had truly never eaten anything decent...
"If you can answer all my questions," Sun Hang said, directly pulling out an entire box of compressed biscuits from his backpack, "these will all be yours."
Noor swallowed. After several seconds of fierce internal struggle, he chose to surrender.
"What do you want to ask?"
"Where is your settlement located?"
"...The Envoy's Coffin," Noor replied.
"What place is that?"
It took Sun