The Burning Dragon and the Hero's Noodles

After grinding down the Magic Tower assistants, who were basically graduate students, like dogs, we finally had a finished product.

Honestly, rather than working them like dogs, we treated them better than dogs by feeding them on time and letting them sleep.

But judging from the looks in their eyes, there didn't seem to be much difference from their perspective.

“Chef.”

Millen said with a face that looked as though she was about to cry.

“This one… This one really works.”

She was holding a small bag.

It was a paper bag containing dried noodles and sauce powder.

The packaging was still crude.

It wasn't luxurious, nor was it in a condition fit for sale...