What if you sold Spicy Buldak Noodles in ancient Egypt ?

What if you sold spicy bulldoch noodles in ancient Egypt? Day one, you arrive in Egypt carrying a crate of bulldoch noodles. The streets smell like piss and sand. You boil the noodles in a clay pot. Then you pour in the deadly red sauce. You take out the slimy noodles and pour them into a bowl. The smell alone makes people step back. A worker tries the first bite. He coughs, sweats, and shouts for water. Then he asks for another bowl. Day two, the rumor spreads through the market. They call them slimy strings of death. People gather just to watch. A soldier asks for a full bowl. He eats it, his face turns red. He runs in circles through the market. Then three more soldiers step forward. Day three, temple priests hear about it. They say the noodles are cursed. Food touched by the god of fire. They try to seize your pot. You pack everything before sunset. That night you sell from an alley behind the market. The first secret bowl sells for 10 silver. You've created the first black market for noodles. Week one, a strange hooded man approaches. Wait, is that fucking Socrates? This time he doesn't ask a question. He just asks for a bowl. You hand him the 10 times spicy noodles. He takes one bite and he realizes he fucked up. You make him beg you for water. Then you tell him to get the fuck out of here. He runs away like a good boy. Month one, the red noodles become a legend. People whisper about the fire bowl. The spice spreads across the city. Workers come at night. They cry while eating, but return for seconds. Month three, your final crate is empty. Half of Egypt is addicted to the fire noodles. Your pockets are heavy with gold. Before the sun rises over the Nile, you disappear into the desert.