The smooth texture instantly made their eyes widen. "So... so delicious!"
Since Wu Yue had set some aside for others, there wasn't much in their bowls. After slurping down the vermicelli, the group gazed longingly at the strands swaying on the rack.
"Yue, after these vermicelli are dried, do we have to boil them in water to soften them before we can eat them again?"
Grandma Hua Shu asked Wu Yue, her eyes gleaming.
"Of course. Dried vermicelli can be stored for a very, very long time if you keep it in a dry, well-ventilated place. When you want to eat it, you just need to boil it."
The next day, vermicelli, the new food Wu Yue had created, once again took the Snow Tiger Tribe by storm. The females came in groups to see the stone mill in her yard, then begged their mates to go home and make one for them.
