"Boss Su! I did it!" Po hugged him, nearly knocking Su Chen over.
"I always believed you would." Su Chen patted his back. "Now, what would you like to eat? My treat today."
"I want-" Po's eyes rolled thoughtfully. "Your specialty dan dan noodles! Ten bowls!"
Laughter rang through the noodle shop.
Su Chen began kneading dough while Po recounted the battle in an endless stream.
The customers sat around listening, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.
When Po reached the secret of the Dragon Scroll, Su Chen interjected, "So the true power was always in your own heart."
Po froze, then suddenly understood. "Just like you've always said!"
"I only reminded you of something you already knew." Su Chen lowered the noodles into the pot. "Everyone has their own 'Dragon Scroll,' Po. For me, it's the smiles of customers leaving satisfied."
The victory feast lasted late into the night.
After the last customers left, Su Chen began cleaning the noodle shop.
Moonlight spilled through the windows onto the wooden floor, forming dappled patches of light and shadow.
He remembered himself before transmigrating, that ordinary human who had worked in a cubicle day after day.
Back then, he had craved excitement and dreamed of an extraordinary life.
Now, he truly lived in a world filled with kung fu and legends, yet he had chosen the most ordinary path.
But ordinary did not mean meaningless.
A few days later, the Valley of Peace returned to its former tranquility.
Po officially became the Dragon Warrior and continued studying kung fu at the Jade Palace, occasionally coming down the mountain for noodles.
Su Chen's noodle shop flourished more than ever, as the title "the Dragon Warrior's favorite noodle shop" drew customers from every direction.
One evening after closing, Su Chen climbed onto