Xia Yu simply lifted the lid, and the sizzling sound was even clearer. The situation inside the bowl was completely displayed on the broadcast camera, and even without looking at the large screen overhead, just relying on one's eyes from afar, one could vaguely see a red flame-like "sphere", about the size of a fist, amidst the black and white noodles, exuberant as fire, blooming furiously.
Thus, threads of dark red started spreading among the black and white noodles.
"What is this? I think many people will recognize it." Xia Yu grinned.
"Zhajiangmian, noodle with fried sauce?"
Tiqie Xianzuowen hesitated.
