Eyeballs shattered on the ground.
Of course, this is an exaggerated way of saying it, but no metaphor is sufficient to describe the intense cold air that swept through the venue.
On the wooden tray, was a large bowl.
The key was not how exquisite the container was, but rather that the delicate container surprisingly held several bundles of instant noodles.
That's right, instant noodles!
Three unopened round cakes of noodles were stacked in the bowl.
"Instant noodles... 'Fragrance'?"
This scene was quite shocking.
Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying all stared wide-eyed, their minds filled with incredible thoughts.
"Eh?!"
Zhu Qing had just twisted around and ran to the sidelines, panting as she stood beside Zhao Tong, when the entire venue was instantly invaded by a strong cold air. Everyone looked as if they'd been possessed, with exaggerated expressions and mouths opened, gasping...
