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The mushroom sauce smelled delightful. I had to give it a good taste, especially since the steamed bun I was eating was rather bland. Old Wu said this as he scooped a spoonful of the sauce.
Delicious. Old Wu scooped another spoonful.
At that moment, Tang Zhicheng's instant noodles were also ready. Since he hadn't added any seasoning, the aroma wasn't particularly strong. He opened the lid and added a generous spoonful of mushroom sauce, and instantly, the fragrance filled the air.
Instead of eating the noodles right away, Tang Zhicheng took a sip of the broth first. As the warm liquid slid down his throat, he let out a contented sigh. On this night, which was not exactly winter but still a bit chilly, having a hot bowl of soup felt incredibly comforting.
Beside him, Old Wu couldn't help but swallow hard. "Xiao Tang, your wife's cooking is pretty good. Eating a bowl of noodles like this outside is quite a treat."
Tang Zhicheng understood what Old Wu meant. He pulled out another piece of flatbread and said, "Wu Ge, if you don't mind, you can soak a piece too."
Old Wu didn't hesitate to accept it, pulling out his enamel mug. "I was waiting for you to say that. I won't hold back."
He took a steamed bun and enjoyed it with his meal.
The two of them had a warm and hearty dinner before continuing on their journey. In the days that followed, whenever they couldn't find food on the road, they would each prepare a bowl of noodles and eat it with some flatbread or baked bread. Otherwise, they would just make a bowl of fried noodles; it was both satisfying and filling.
Especially when it rained, they felt cold and hungry. A bowl of noodles with broth was incredibly comforting during those times.
It was drizzling outside as they each prepared a bowl of noodles in the driver's cabin. Just as they were enjoying their meal, someone knocked on the door of the cabin.
Both men stiffened at the sound. Tang Zhicheng quickly set down his enamel mug and retrieved a one-meter-long iron rod from beneath his seat. Old Wu also swiftly pulled out a large wrench.
They couldn't afford to be careless; although most people these days were honest and straightforward, there were always those few who sought shortcuts to wealth through unscrupulous means.
Some people had set their sights on the truck drivers. They often lay in wait along the routes that the trucks had to take, looking for opportunities to carry out their robberies.
"Who?" Old Wu asked quietly.
"It's me, Old Li," came the voice from the driver of the vehicle behind them.
Hearing the familiar voice, both Tang Zhicheng and Old Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew him, Old Wu still cautiously took out his flashlight and shone it outside. Seeing that it was just Old Li by himself, he nodded at Tang Zhicheng and put down the large wrench he had been holding.
Tang Zhicheng also set aside the iron rod he had in his hands.
Old Wu opened the car door and asked, "Old Li, why aren't you staying in your truck? What brings you over?"
It was understandable that Old Wu asked this question; drivers usually preferred not to leave their vehicles when out in the wild.
"I came to ask if you have any extra rations," Old Li replied. "Little Zhou and I have finished all our supplies. It's pitch dark out here, and there’s nowhere to buy anything, so I thought I’d come over and see if you had any extras."
It was customary for everyone to look out for each other on the road.
Old Wu pulled out his steamed bun and said, "I only have this; you can take two."
Tang Zhicheng also reached into his bag and took out two pieces of fried bread. "These are made by my wife; you can just add hot water to them and they'll be ready to eat." He handed them over as well.
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