"Just... that's it?" Hedin stared blankly at the production equipment in front of him, his face a picture of confusion and bewilderment.1

Flour was fed into the mixer in set proportions, going through a series of processes like aging, rolling, cutting into strips, steaming, cutting again, and deep-frying, eventually forming golden-brown cakes.0

What surprised him was not the efficiency of the production line or the magic of the manufacturing process, but rather the opposite...0

Is that all?0

"These noodles, the shelter residents rarely buy them, we usually sell them to the mercenaries in Boulder Town, and the caravans there. Especially the caravans, they usually buy in large quantities, purchasing 20 boxes at a time. They not only eat them on the road but also trade the leftovers with local merchants."0

Standing next to Hedin, Wang Yan introduced his factory while observing the expressions on his companion's face.0

He was the factory manager of an instant noodle factory.0

Showing the merchant from Ideal City around the...0