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Inside the stainless steel vat, the milky pork bone soup bubbled vigorously, wafting the enticing aroma that had drawn Bi Fang over.
Ever since he acquired the Wolves King's Sense of Smell, Bi Fang had found that discovering delicious food in the streets and alleys was actually a very simple and interesting task.
Just take a whiff and you'll know.
The small shop was not big, resembling a modified container. The window splayed open doubled as an awning, with thin red curtains dangling, and a row of wooden stools placed under it, lining up in front of a long counter where customers sat densely packed.
The customers sat on the wooden stools eating noodles, while the ramen chef operated inside the vehicle.
The place was small but had everything one needed: the soup pot and ingredients were neatly arranged. As the customers sat down, the canvas covers could shield the entire shop along with the patrons, creating a private atmosphere.