In addition to these, there is also a silver leather tube that is also wrapped in a towel, with beautiful hammer patterns like those eggshell cups, and a cylindrical paper tube with a letter tied to the tube.

"It seems we can have a good drink tonight."

Clermont said, having opened his backpack and put all these things in, then opened the letter, and hurried outside while reading.

"My mom said she was worried that I wouldn't bring enough coffee powder for Italians here to drink, so she sent me a large tube of the best coffee powder."

Clermont explained with a smile, “She also sent me a bottle of red wine made by my dad and canned beef she made herself, as well as a large portion of pasta red sauce and olive oil.

Friends, I want to treat you to the most authentic pasta tonight, which my mother specifically asked me to share with my best friends.”

"Your mother is so nice to you," Yu Yanlin said enviously.

"She is actually worried about me."

Clermont put away the letter, "You definitely don't believe it. She deliberately used a sterling silver jar to fill the coffee powder. She said that if I was captured or needed to escape, at least I could cut the silver tube as a banknote."

"I guess your coffee pot has the same effect, right?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Thank you for your reminder, I know now."

Clermont spread his hands with self-deprecatingly, stepped on the bike, and put the postman's bag on it. While stepping hard on the pedal to make it move, he said, "My mother is just an ordinary person. She doesn't even care about any tricks. She just hopes that I can stay away from the war."

"But you are still here," Wei Ran said.

"Yes, I'm still here. Although my mother was worried about me, she still prepared everything she could for me."

Clermont smiled and changed the subject, "Have you ever eaten pasta? I remember Louis just said, "You have many kinds of noodles in China?"

“I haven’t eaten it”

Yu Yanlin shook his head, then asked almost confidently, "Brother Wei, you must have eaten it?"

“Eated”

Wei Ran smiled, "I ate in the desert of North Africa, and ate with a German friend, a British friend, and a few Italian friends."

"How do you think it tastes?" Clermont asked with interest.

"Very good, there is no better pasta than that."

Wei Ran looked at the two young soldiers who were running side by side with him on their bicycles and said with a smile, "Clermont, I hope the pasta you cook will be as delicious as the pasta I had last time."

"certainly!"

Clermont said confidently, "I promise to let you eat the best pasta!"

"We are friends, right?" Wei Ran asked suddenly.

"certainly"

Clermont said for granted, "Of course we are friends, and even more comrades."
Chapter completed!