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After a brief pause, Han Yan's gaze landed on several neatly bundled stacks of dried noodles.
The noodles were pale in color and hung in orderly rows.
"And twenty jin of dried noodles."
The shopkeeper blinked in surprise.
Twenty jin was not a small amount.
Most customers only bought a few bundles at a time.
"Customer has good taste."
The shopkeeper walked over and proudly picked up a bundle.
"These noodles were made only a few days ago."
"The wheat used is of excellent quality. They won't break easily during cooking."
Han Yan accepted the bundle and inspected it briefly before nodding.
The noodles were indeed well-made.
For some reason, the familiar sight of the dried noodles caused memories of his previous life to surface.
His gaze lingered on the neatly bundled strands, and a bitter smile briefly appeared in his eyes.
After all, it was because of a bowl of noodles that he had somehow ended up in this world.
