"Just... this?"
Staring dumbfounded at the production equipment before him, confusion and bafflement were clearly written across He Ding's face.
The flour was fed into the mixer in the proper ratios, going through a series of processes like maturation, pressing, cutting, steaming, chopping, and deep-frying, ultimately resulting in blocks of golden-brown noodles.
What surprised him wasn't the efficiency of the production line or the magic of its production process, but the exact opposite...
That's it?
"...These noodle cakes, the residents of the refuge rarely buy them, we usually sell them to the mercenaries of Giant Stone City, and their commercial teams. Especially the commercial teams, they often purchase in large quantities, buying twenty boxes at a time or something like that. Not only do they eat them on the road, but they also trade the leftovers to local merchants."