Instant Noodle Tycoon [System]

There are plenty of people outside the city, so no one expects Chu Lin, who can be seen as a young master, to help. When he was in a daze, someone had already poured water into two large pots, and someone else After unpacking bags of instant noodles and putting them into a large bamboo basket, they are ready to put them into the pot once the water boils.

His eyes swept across a child who was being held in his arms and was eating something like a grass root with relish. Chu Lin came back to his senses, went to the shed and looked around, and found that he couldn't do anything, so he went to help Take apart the instant noodles.

After a while, the disassembled instant noodles were poured into the pot. Seeing the cooking smoke, the numb people got up and lined up with their own bowls.

When the seasoning packs were added to the pot one by one, a strong smell of meat wafted out, not to mention the people who had never had enough since the flood, even the people who cooked the instant noodles were greedy for the smell.

"Father, I want to eat meat."

"I want to eat meat too."

"smell good!"

The child was originally so quiet when he saw the face of an adult, but now he smelled such a fragrance, he couldn't help shouting, the crisp child's voice broke the lifeless outside the city, bringing a bit of anger.

Not to mention children, even adults are so greedy that their throats roll unconsciously, and their eyes are filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"Is this for us to eat?"

After confirming that the aroma came from the cauldron, the people in front couldn't help asking tentatively. After getting an affirmative answer, the crowd became agitated, guessing why they would eat the meat.

There are those pessimistic people who can't help but wonder if they should have a good meal, and then leave them alone.

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

Children don't think as much as adults, and they shouted when they heard that this food that smells so good that it makes your mouth water quickly is for them to eat.

After the noodles are cooked, someone starts to divide them. Basically, there is only less than one-third of a bag of instant noodles in each bowl.

"There are too few noodles." Seeing that everyone's bowls were basically filled with soup, Chu Lin couldn't help saying.

"It's good enough to have noodles, meat and vegetables." Hearing what he said, the steward at the side explained that there were many disaster victims in other places besides here, so save as much as you can.

Hearing this, Chu Lin, who didn't know the specific situation, didn't say anything more.

In fact, compared to the porridge that can only be mixed with water before, in the eyes of the common people, this bowl of braised pork ribs instant noodles in their hands is simply delicious, but they could not eat such delicious food before the disaster s things.

The common people who got the instant noodles first couldn't wait to get back to their seats, so they stood aside and ate it, took a mouthful of soup, and instantly opened their eyes wide, thinking that they had never tasted such a delicious broth.

People who have never been hungry do not know the pain. These people who have experienced the feeling of starvation deeply understand that only eating into their stomachs is their own reason, so every time they receive food, they gobble it up quickly. However, this time, he was reluctant to solve the problem in his eyes so quickly.

Seeing that someone next to him has already eaten, and those who are still in line swallow more frequently, and even sniff their noses fiercely, thinking that smelling more is good.

Several people stood by the pot and shared it at the same time. It didn't take long for the people outside the city to receive instant noodles.

Seeing that they were holding instant noodles and eating them with pious expressions, and their eyes were a little brighter because of the deliciousness, Chu Lin also relaxed a little.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden cry from low to high.

"why are you crying?"

A tall and thick man was squatting on the ground holding a bowl, crying like a child. When the person next to him who was focused on eating noodles saw him, he had to pay a little attention to ask.

The voice of the man who was already crying very sad was a little higher, and then he choked up and said: "I... think of my parents, it would be great if they are alive, and they can taste such delicious food. "

This man is a filial man, he usually leaves any delicious food for his parents, but now that he is eating instant noodles, he naturally thinks of his parents who died unfortunately.

Hearing his words, the people nearby slowed down their eating of noodles, and low cries sounded from all around.

Seeing this, Chu Lin was a little worried at first, and then felt that it might be better to cry than their previous oppressive atmosphere.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this." Amidst the crying, an old scholar said something, and when he remembered that most of the people here couldn't understand, he said it again in plain language: "Death cannot be resurrected, and we can't bring it back to life." Only by living well can they rest assured to reincarnate."

Chu Lin, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, had reddened eyes, and thought of doing something for them.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped, and those who hadn't finished eating started eating noodles again.

"Father, I still want some soup."

The children who have gone through the ordeal are still very obedient. They used to give whatever they wanted, and they would not ask for it after eating. But today, the instant noodles are so delicious that they couldn't help but lick their bowls and said.

The unshaven middle-aged man subconsciously wanted to reprimand his son, but when he saw the pitiful eyes of his son, his heart softened instantly. After touching his head, he got up with the bowl and went to the pot with a straight face and asked if he could add half a bowl Soup.

The person who served the noodles waved his hand and was about to drive him away, when Chu Lin who noticed came over and said, "That's all noodles, soup is just a matter of adding some water, let them drink if they want to drink." After all, this meeting, the most indispensable What is there is water.

"Thank you, young master." The middle-aged man bent down to thank the son who helped him, and then carefully returned to his son with half a bowl of soup in his hand.

"Drink it well! Daddy, you drink too."

"If it tastes good, drink more. Dad doesn't like soup."

There were still half of the seasoning left over from the instant noodles that had been cooked before. Chu Lin thought that they couldn’t eat enough of the noodles, and they could always drink the soup, so he went to discuss it with the stewards outside the city.

Knowing that he knew Wang An and that he had brought the instant noodles, the steward thought about spending more firewood, so he nodded and agreed, and ordered people to add water to the pot to cook the soup.

I heard that soup can be added, and those who were reluctant to finish the soup quickly drank the soup in the bowl and quickly ran over to line up.

Some people who were close to him heard that it was Chu Lin who asked them to have enough soup, so they waited in line and thanked him.

Feeling that he had done nothing, Chu Lin felt a little embarrassed by their sincere thanks, and wanted to go back to the city.

"Little son, do we have anything to eat tomorrow?"

Maybe it was because of his kind face, when there was a worried person in front of the queue, he couldn't help asking.

"Yes, don't worry, a lot of instant noodles have been shipped over today." Chu Lin said.

"Instant noodles?"

Hearing his question, Chu Lin gave a brief introduction.

"Such a good thing, it's enough for us to taste it once, and it's good to eat with porridge."

Another person who was still worried about when there would be nothing to eat chimed in.

"Yeah yeah."

Instant noodles are delicious, but for those who just want to survive starvation, the taste is not that important anymore.

Chu Lin didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only respond with a smile, and then simply left the pot to see where they lived.

It is said to be a place to live, but it is actually just a temporary shed built with thatch, barely covered with something, and there are many things in a mess.

It's already autumn, and in such a simple environment, one can imagine how difficult it is to sleep at night.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Chu Lin entered the city after being reminded by his followers.

Back at the government office, Chu Lin lay down in the room for a while, and then was invited to have dinner in the yard.

The night was fine tonight, and the two of them finished their dinner quietly. When the servants took the things off the table, Zhao Xu motioned for them to bring a box over and put it in front of him.

"What is this?" Chu Lin looked at the wooden box and asked in confusion.

"Money for instant noodles."

"There's no need for money, just treat it as me donating to the disaster-stricken people." Chu Lin put the box back in front of him and said.

Perhaps influenced by his grandfather, Chu Lin has been fond of classical literature since he was a child. Influenced by various masterpieces of ancient sages, he has a bit of a mind that "if you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world".

Even if this world is not the place where he grew up, but at least, the people here are descendants of Yan and Huang just like him. Based on this, Chu Lin feels that even he is not very "developed" now, but he who has a system At least something can be done at this time.

Zhao Xu, who was originally in a bad mood because of what happened here in Lincheng, looked at the young man with a sincere face, his eyes softened instantly.

However, Zhao Xu was very happy that he had the heart, so he pushed the box over again, and explained that there was enough money for disaster relief, and that he had already helped a lot by selling instant noodles.

Affected by the TV series, Chu Lin, who automatically imagined a scene where disaster relief money was embezzled, heard his words and unconsciously spoke out.

Hearing this, Zhao Xu couldn't help but chuckled, and justified his nephew's name: "Don't worry, Your Majesty still has this bit of knowledge."

"Then why don't you buy food for disaster relief?" Chu Lin, who found himself overcompensated, was embarrassed for a while, and then spoke again.

Zhao Xu said a few simple words, to the effect that some merchants hoarded food maliciously, so that they could not buy cheap food even if they had money, and if they bought it at a high price, the money for disaster relief would inevitably be insufficient.

"Then what should we do?" There is no shortage of people making disaster fortunes throughout the ages. Hearing his words, Chu Lin worried.

"It's okay, it will be resolved soon." Zhao Xu.

His tone was very flat, but inexplicably convincing.