Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Everyone upstairs and downstairs in Fenglan Building smelled that smell, and their saliva unconsciously flowed out of their mouths. They sniffed hard, trying to smell what delicious food was so fragrant!

"What a nice smell! So many spices! Whose restaurant is this so extravagant?"

"This aroma, spicy yet a little pungent, makes my mouth water. I wonder what I'm eating."

"There are chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, fennel, and, um... it should be pasta, with the aroma of flour, and fruit—watermelon? What a strange combination."

Although they said that, few of them had the nerve to knock on the door and disturb them. A few greedy gourmets were a little hesitant, unable to figure out what kind of combination this was, but they honestly followed the fragrance to Feng Lan's door.

Several people sniffed at the same time, and the fragrance became stronger, coming out through the crack in the door.

Someone knocked on the door, and he had already thought of the words in his mind. He was willing to spend ten taels of silver to have a meal together! Or he could invite this guest to have a meal at Tianxianglou, the largest restaurant in Rongcheng!

"Knock knock knock."

"Excuse me……"

Feng Lan heard a knock on the door, but didn't open it. The smell in the room was already strong enough. The bowl containing the noodles was a large, cream-yellow bowl that Feng Lan liked very much. It was about the size of a washbasin and round, which made her appetite increase just by looking at it. The fruit tea in the glass on the table was not a common thing in this era, and Feng Lan didn't want to open the door to deal with it.

Just pretend you didn’t hear it.

There was the sound of sizzling noodles and a light from inside the door, but no one came to open it.

Several people at the door stood there in a daze, some of them not knowing what to do, but listening to the sounds, smelling the fragrance, and the small sound of slurping noodles that seemed to ring in their ears made them even hungrier.

“Swish—swish—swish—”

Since others didn't open the door, everyone felt embarrassed to force their way in. Late in the night, the hotel kitchen started cooking again, and many people asked for noodles.

"That sound tastes like spicy food!"

"Give me two pounds of salted peanuts, damn, they're so delicious!"

……

Huahua told Fenglan that the prefect went out today, and the servants in the mansion said that he went to Cui's mansion again, and the vines in Cui's mansion did see the prefect. The prefect's surname was Liu, and he was a middle-aged uncle with a beautiful beard. The head of Cui's mansion, perhaps because of his wealth, Huahua said that his belly was big, like a dough ball.

Because there was someone outside the study in the Cui Mansion, and Huahua Tengman had not been assigned there before, she could not hear clearly what the two people were talking about. However, when Lord Liu came out, he did not look very good, and it was obvious that the problem had not been solved.

Feng Lan spent two days in the city's grain stores and had a clear understanding of the prices in the city. Next, she decided to go to the countryside to take a look.

Go to the fields and take a closer look at the per-acre yield of these crops.

Feng Lan took a bath seriously and carefully groomed her long hair, making it shiny, soft and black. She also put on a clown mask on her face, creating a face that looked like an immortal. Then she took out the green Taoist robe she had bought.

Although the dynasties are different, there are still Taoists and mythological stories here. Feng Lan has also visited the Taoist temples and Buddhist temples near Rongcheng and burned incense. Although he doesn't learn to imitate them, he can still pretend to be elegant and free and easy.

When they arrived near the village they had seen before, Feng Lan straightened his clothes. His wide green Taoist robe was gently blown up by the wind, fluttering in the air. Feng Lan stepped on the wind and walked to the big tree at the entrance of the village in an ethereal manner.

"Wulian Tianzun, may I ask for a bowl of tea from you?"

The old people under the banyan tree were all startled. They stood up cautiously and looked at the green-robed monk who walked more than ten meters in a few steps.

Wow, that demeanor, that face, looks just like the gods in the portraits!

They exchanged glances, and finally, one of the more experienced, courageous, and gray-haired grandmothers stepped forward and said, "Sir, I have some coarse tea at home. If you don't mind, please have some."