Fang Mu, not having ventured out for a trek or a wilderness adventure, didn't prepare any food in his spatial spirit tool.
The gradually intensifying feeling of hunger in his stomach forced Fang Mu to immediately head to a small noodle shop that was just over a thousand meters away from the old factory.
The location of this noodle shop was not great and there were not many people who came to eat every day.
But in Fang Mu's eyes, it was undeniably a treasure trove.
He basically had his breakfast in this shop every morning.
Since the business was not that booming, the noodle shop usually stayed open till after ten at night to earn more money.
The old granny in the shop, who was peeling garlic, saw Fang Mu and immediately smiled and said,
"You haven't eaten so late! What would you like to eat?"
"The old man just made some noodles, they taste best fresh out!"
Fang Mu usually had one bowl of noodles.