"Good morning, Director."
"Morning."
"Good morning, Mr. Ji."
"Mm, good morning."
The early morning in New Spring Town was bustling and noisy; the market area, rebuilt to be several times larger than before, was crowded with people.
People coming and going greeted Ji Jue warmly as he passed by. Ji Jue waved in response, enjoying the morning scenery. A stall owner leaned out and asked, "So early, Mr. Ji, would you like a bowl of rice noodles?"
"Sure, add an egg. Do you have chili?"
"Alright, please wait a moment."
The stall owner grinned, and soon, a bowl of beef-topped soup noodles sprinkled with chili was served. A single bite of the noodles and soup dissipated the morning's damp chill under the salty and savory warmth.
The taste was quite good, and the meat was alright.
It's just... a bit technological.
However, in the wilderness, not to mention technology, being able to eat freshly cooked rice noodles was considered progress—no need for such fuss.
