The aroma of the noodles wafted into the bowl, with the spicy fragrance of scallions and garlic intertwining with the rich soy sauce, accompanied by a hint of charred aroma, penetrating straight into one's nostrils.
A large group of children frequently glanced over, their Adam's apples moving up and down, clearly craving it.
Meanwhile, a person dressed in an Obik costume placed servings of fried noodles on plates, since it was for the children, each portion was small, probably less than one or two ounces, but it was free, and the children's appetites weren't large, so this amount was just right.
"Come, come, come, Ultraman fried noodles for everyone, children line up and come one by one." The little knight in the Obik costume immediately distributed the plate-served fried noodles one by one, as the children lined up under Little Dragon Lady's request.
"Young Master Yan, I want that one!"
"Young Master Yan, I want the one with more meat!"
"Young Master Yan, I want this one!"
