The princess only wants to get rich and support her family

Since Jiang Shan was indeed too tired to manage the farmhouse alone, Hu Luanfei promised that when Jiang Si returned, he would let Jiang Si take time to help with the cooking.

Counting the time, it’s been almost ten days.

Qi Siliao and the others should be able to come back.

During the days when Hu Luanfei was waiting for Qi Siliao, Jiliao Town quietly changed.

Due to the reform of the farmyard and the change of ownership, the old customers who used to eat noodles in the yard were a little disliked by Jiang Shan.

At that time, I thought Jiang Shan's cooking skills were not up to par, so I went to ask the old man for advice. The old man asked Jiang Shan to make a new bowl of noodles. The old man stared at Jiang Shan's every move, from the selection of ingredients to the time control, which was almost the same as when he was young.

The method is consistent, the ingredients are consistent, the amounts used and the time taken are also consistent.

"What do you think?" Hu Luanfei couldn't help but ask.

"You'll know when he brings it to you in person."

The two of them sat there waiting. After a while, Jiang Shan came over with two bowls of noodles.

"Master, this is for you." Jiang Shan then placed another bowl of noodles in front of Hu Luanfei and said gently, "Sir, this is for you."

After Jiang Shan left, the old man murmured, "It's different."

Hu Luanfei was puzzled, "You haven't even touched your chopsticks, how do you know it's different?"

The old man pointed to his own eyes and said, "I see."

Hu Luanfei laughed, "Can your eyes taste the noodles?"

The old man said "hmm", picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Hu Luanfei couldn't figure it out, "How can you taste with your eyes?"

"Look." Following the direction the old man pointed, Jiang Shan cooked noodles skillfully and quickly served several portions. Because the waiters had different responsibilities and there was not enough space in the kitchen, sometimes the chef had to bring the food out himself.

The old man reminded: "Look at the way he treats each customer."

Hu Luanfei then realized what the old man meant by "different". Most of the people who ordered noodles were old customers who frequented the courtyard. Jiang Shan treated each customer differently. He was patient with children, shy with girls, straightforward with men, and cautious with the elderly. These attitudes were perfect for Hu Luanfei, so why would anyone find fault with them?

When we arrived at the next table, Jiang Shan's expression had changed. It was no longer as peaceful and gentle as before. Although he was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes.

Hu Luanfei had good eyesight and noticed the murderous intent in Jiang Shan's eyes.

The guest at this table was a handsome scholar with a fair and clean complexion. His every move exuded the cultivation and nobility of a royal official.

He tasted a mouthful of noodles and sat there muttering to himself, "It's still different."

Jiang Shan paused as he left, and looked back with a murderous look in his eyes, but he still smiled: "Sir, this bowl of noodles was cooked together with other noodles. I have also investigated other customers' opinions on my cooking skills. They all said that I have inherited the true teachings of the master chef, and the taste is exactly the same as before."

The white-faced scholar shook his head, frowned at Jiang Shan, and said, "If I say it's different, then it's different."

Jiang Shan's mouth twitched slightly, "What's the difference?"

"You look at me differently."

Now, the originally lively courtyard suddenly became silent because of the words of the white-faced scholar, and everyone turned their heads to look at them.

Jiang Shan's mouth twitched even more. "Hey, be careful when you speak. Don't let people misunderstand. What do you mean by 'I look at you differently'?"

The pale-faced scholar frowned and stared at Jiang Shan warily, "Your eyes reveal a desire to 'eat' me. I was very scared and didn't dare to say it out loud, but I couldn't swallow this breath."

Jiang Shan laughed twice with a fake smile, "I really owe you, little brat. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're a scholar who can confuse right and wrong. Tell me, are you a monkey sent by someone to mess up my business?"

"No, I'm a regular customer of this store and I know the old man."

"Then why are you throwing dirty water at me? I remember that I didn't provoke you."

"Have you forgotten?"

The white-faced scholar's short words were like a sudden thunderclap, which instantly made everyone's head buzz.

Have you forgotten everything?

Five words, proving that they had had contact before.

The white-faced scholar reminded him again: "On that rainy night, you and I were warming ourselves in the cave, and you said in a hoarse voice that I looked like a girl, and then..."

Then everyone pricked up their ears and listened attentively, waiting for the next words from the white-faced clerk. But the white-faced clerk paused and didn't say anything else. He seemed to have thought of something, and quickly and elegantly finished the noodles in the bowl, drank the soup, stood up, left a few taels of silver, and left in a hurry.

He walked very quickly, as if he was in a hurry.

Everyone's enthusiasm was dampened and they all turned their attention to Jiang Shan.

"There's nothing between him and me, please don't get me wrong."

The more Jiang Shan said this, the less everyone believed him. They even whispered to each other while eating noodles.

"That's a good kid." The old man suddenly appeared behind Jiang Shan, giving him a fright.

"Who is he from? He doesn't look like a normal person."

"Mr. Wei's family."

Jiang Shan said: "No wonder he has such a scholarly air. But why..."

"His brain was damaged when he was a child, so he can't remember what people look like."

Jiang Shan touched his chin, wondering, "Could it be that he was bullied when he was a kid and mistook me for someone else?"

The old man did not deny it, "It's possible."

Jiang Shan was silent, looking at the figure of the white-faced scholar as he left, and fell into deep thought, "I saw that he was dressed properly, and didn't look like a fool with a burnt brain, but he suddenly threw dirty water on me. I have to find out the truth about this matter, and I can't let my innocence be tarnished by others."

But in the courtyard, everyone was talking about Jiang Shan's betrayal, as if everyone believed the white-faced scholar's words, thinking that Jiang Shan really did this and that to others and then abandoned them...

That night, Jiang Shan and a few of his men cleaned up the farmyard and went to Hu Luanfei's temporary room to explain their situation.

After agreeing to let him go, Hu Luanfei took other practical actions.

The farmyard business was very successful and attracted a large number of new customers. Some of the dishes were priced high and people had never tried them before, so customers who had tried them before placed new orders. The various ways of eating shrimp were very popular, so the sales volume in the past few days was incredibly high.

"Who!"

"Clang-"

"Come out, old lady! There's a thief!"

When an old man's voice was heard outside, Hu Luanfei's heart tightened and he opened the door and went out at the first moment.

A dark shadow ran out from the dark corner and rushed towards him. Hu Luanfei was frightened and subconsciously moved to the side, brushing past the dark shadow.

"Uncle, did you see who it is?" Hu Luanfei had just arrived and didn't know anyone.

"Judging from the smell, that person is probably the owner of Chunfenglou."