The man with dark circles under his eyes took the noodles, looking a little surprised by the extra garlic and pickles. But since those things were not worth much anyway, he glanced at Heath and then noticed the sign Heath had placed on the counter, which read, [Help yourself to pickles. Please do not waste them.] Only then did the man relax and begin eating the clear-broth noodles in great mouthfuls. Zoroark came out at that moment too. After all, having spent the whole day playing games without doing any work, Zoroark was still a little nervous and wanted to take the initiative to do something, only to see the man wolfing down his clear-broth noodles.
It was strange. They were clearly just ordinary clear-broth noodles without any other seasonings, yet the way the man ate made them look delicious and whetted one's appetite. Even Zoroark could not help swallowing. It was simply too tantalizing.
"Trainer, did you make something delicious?" Zoroark asked curiously.
"...Believe me, even egg fried rice tastes better than this." Heath felt a little helpless. This man really was unique. He could wolf down such bland clear-broth noodles as though he were eating crab roe noodles or something like that. Watching him, Heath began to wonder whether he had accidentally made the wrong noodles earlier and served this customer an upgraded version of clear-broth noodles. But after checking his noodle pot, Heath was quite certain he had not made some high-end version. This was just an ordinary bowl of clear-broth noodles.
"Huh?" Zoroark was a little bewildered, then discreetly pointed. Heath saw it too: the man had already lifted his bowl and was gulping down the noodle broth, making it look utterly delicious. This left Heath questioning everything a little too. Had his cooking truly reached