Volume One, Chapter 14: Jiang Lin’s Intestines? The Princess Craves a Taste!

Jiang Lin brought over four cups of instant noodles, opening each one in turn and adding the seasoning and hot water.

“Young Master Jiang, can we eat now?” Zhu Yourong dashed over to the noodles, unable to stop herself from swallowing.

Jiang Lin shook his head. “Not yet, they haven’t finished soaking. We need to wait a little longer.”

“All right, I’ll wait a bit more then,” Zhu Yourong nodded slightly, her eyes fixed eagerly on the noodles.

Jiang Lin handed a cup of noodles to Zhu Yourong and asked, “Do you want to try some of mine first?”

“Huh? May I?” Her eyes glinted with a hint of anticipation.

Without a word, Jiang Lin nodded in silent approval.

“Hehe! Then I won’t be polite!” Zhu Yourong eagerly took the cup, feeling the warmth still radiating from it.

The aroma of the noodles gradually filled the air; just the scent alone was intoxicating, overwhelmingly fragrant and utterly irresistible.

As a symbol of modern technology and craftsmanship, instant noodle seasoning might not be the healthiest, but in terms of flavor, it was undoubtedly unmatched by any food in the Ming Dynasty!

Zhu Yourong, not quite accustomed to plastic forks, imitated Jiang Lin’s earlier movements and twirled some noodles onto her fork.

The moment the noodles touched her tongue, fully soaked in the seasoning, an unprecedented explosion of flavor burst forth in her mouth.

For a moment—

Zhu Yourong was completely stunned.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Clearly—

She was utterly amazed by the taste of the instant noodles.

She had expected them to be delicious but never imagined they would be this good!

The flavor far exceeded anything she had ever imagined.

Beside her, Zhu Biao’s eyes were also wide with astonishment.

What was going on?

His sister was actually eating food that another man had already eaten!

This... this...

His mind flashed back to a previous moment when he had brought back a particularly delicious dish from outside for Zhu Yourong because there was only one portion.

He recalled how Zhu Yourong had looked somewhat disdainful, tearing off the part he had bitten before eating it herself.

Bang!

It was the sound of his heart breaking...

But Zhu Yourong hadn’t noticed his strange gaze and took another bite.

A satisfied expression appeared on her beautiful face.

“Mmm~ I didn’t expect this to be so delicious!” she said sincerely, then suddenly realized the cup belonged to Jiang Lin and blushed.

She glanced at the nearly finished noodles before her and, feeling a bit shy, pushed the cup back toward Jiang Lin.

“Young Master Jiang, I... I couldn’t resist and took an extra bite.”

“Why don’t you take some from my cup later?” Jiang Lin offered.

“It’s all right, I don’t mind. You just eat!” Jiang Lin waved off the concern casually.

He was already somewhat tired of instant noodles and wasn’t as eager to eat them anymore, unlike Zhu Yourong, who was encountering this food for the first time and was filled with curiosity.

At that moment, Zhu Biao leaned over to Jiang Lin.

“Brother Jiang, since that’s the case, why don’t you let me try some too?”

“Your Highness, what did you say? I didn’t catch that!” Jiang Lin quickly shoveled a few mouthfuls of noodles.

Zhu Biao glanced at him with a hint of dissatisfaction.

“All right, time’s about up. Your noodles are ready!” Jiang Lin said as he handed the four cups to Zhu Yuanzhang, Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Yourong respectively.

Zhu Biao immediately opened his cup, seeing the noodles floating in a layer of red oil, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

“Fragrant enough! Spicy enough! Refreshing enough! Simply a divine delicacy!” he exclaimed after just one bite.

Old Zhu, sitting nearby, was even more extravagant, shoveling large mouthfuls into his mouth.

As the Ming emperor meeting Jiang Lin for the first time, he had intended to leave a good impression on this extraordinary man.

But alas!

The instant noodles were just too fragrant!

As soon as he opened the lid, he was completely unable to restrain himself.

Old Zhu ate ravenously, the broth splattering onto his clothes, leaving small oily spots.

In contrast, Empress Ma and Zhu Yourong were much more elegant, imitating Jiang Lin’s manner—twirling noodles onto their forks, gently blowing on them, then savoring each bite slowly.

It was truly unexpected that something as commonplace as a cup of instant noodles in later times could delight the Ming emperor, empress, crown prince, and princess so thoroughly.

Jiang Lin smiled quietly and continued eating, using his fork to pick up a sausage from the cup.

Soaked in the instant noodle broth—

It was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Just as Jiang Lin was about to take a bite of the sausage, before it could reach his mouth, he heard Zhu Yourong’s voice beside him.

“Young Master Jiang, may I have a taste of your sausage?”