301. Knock on the door!
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Girl
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Yuchen ZhenzhenWords: 1127Update Time: 24/01/11 17:58:12
Qu Shaoya's face turned red with embarrassment, and because the story was so bizarre and absurd, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, breaking the awkward scene where only Song Yan laughed.
Jiang Yuyao's beautiful face was also stained with a hint of crimson, and she sighed helplessly in a low voice.
"Yan'er, don't say this to outsiders, do you understand?"
"Yeah, I know, you're not the only ones here!"
"I remember Wuzhen is a small town on the south side of Zhuozhou City. How did you get there?"
"That's another interesting thing."
Song Yan gave it up and saw everyone turning their expectant eyes to this side, and then she explained the matter in a leisurely manner.
"There is an inn in Wuzhen that sells a very delicious noodle dish. It is said that it is related to a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam."
"It's such a coincidence. Why are you a scholar again?"
Is Wuzhen’s Feng Shui so good?
Qu Shaoya and the other two looked at each other in confusion. The more Shen Xingqi listened, the more confused she became, and she turned her head to her side again.
"Sister-in-law, why do these words sound familiar to me?"
Cheng Xi put his hand on his forehead.
It was oil spilled on the noodles and it didn't run away.
That day they stayed at the inn with the Yu Heting brothers. That night they cleaned up the thieves who had sneaked in and went to bed. At noon the next day, they originally planned to make a meat and vegetable dinner, but they thought about the Yu brothers' pocket. She was shy and might not accept their kindness, so Cheng Xi thought about it and picked a pasta that cost only a few cents to make.
[In view of the general environment,
As a result, the Yu brothers' mouths were full of oil, and the aroma of oily noodles spread directly to the noses of all the guests in the inn.
Qin Nan was curious, "If you put it that way, did the scholar sell the pasta recipe?"
"I didn't sell it, but the scholar didn't seem to care much about Fang Zi. Seeing that the store owner really wanted it, he gave it to the inn's chef."
Qu Shaoya couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought there would be students who don't care about money so much."
They really regard money as dung and regard fame as floating clouds.
Cheng Xi: "..."
Shen Xingqi: "..."
It was obvious that she accepted the offer because she was tired of being harassed and pestered by Shopkeeper Wu. As for the seller? The entire inn belongs to the Shen family, okay?
So how did things spread like this?
Cheng Xi inexplicably thought of the very troublesome shopkeeper Wu, and suddenly felt bad all over.
"Oh~ those fried noodles are really delicious, but it's a pity that I can't eat them again since I left Wuzhen."
When Song Yan sighed, she heard an arrogant female voice coming from outside the box.
"You've already said that I'm giving you money, why are you, the waiter, still inked? Hurry up and ask them to take out the box!"
"You can't help it, Miss Song, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. All the private rooms in our restaurant have been booked, and there are customers here now."
"What kind of guest can have my lady Jin Gui? Does your teahouse want to offend the Song family?"
Xi'er took a step forward and winked at the shop assistant, "You waiter is so ignorant that you can't even handle such a small thing. Why don't you invite your shopkeeper to come over as soon as possible?"
"No."
Song Chan'er's patience ran out, and her expression became more and more impatient, "I think this room is good, go and knock on the door!"
The waiter was miserable and stood there without daring to move.
He didn't dare to offend the daughter-in-law of Lord Song, the Minister of Household Affairs, but he didn't dare to offend those people in the box either. He really didn't look at the almanac for the opening today, so why did he welcome this little ancestor!
Seeing that he was cowering and not stepping forward, Xi'er finally had to step forward by herself under the glare of her own lady, and raised her hand towards the wooden door of the box.