I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

The two casually found a square table and sat down.

The old man selling noodles, his body hunched over, walked over with a grin.

He attracted two customers as soon as he set up his stall today; he's really having a lucky day.

If my wife knew, she would be overjoyed.

The old man walked up to the two of them and said with a kind smile.

"What would you two like to eat?"

"Two bowls of plain noodles, please!"

Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at the person in front of her and held up two fingers to indicate.

The old man nodded, said "Wait a moment," and left.

At this time.

Murong Changqing, who had originally planned to give up following Fang Xiaoxiao and her companion, was hiding in an alley, leaning against a gray-white wall.

He was quite dissatisfied at this moment and began to mutter to himself.

"Why should we spend money to buy noodles outside? Isn't home-cooked food just as good...?"

The reason he thought that way was because he believed that he was now extremely skilled at cooking noodles.

Murong Changqing was not a petty person, but he was someone who could not tolerate any injustice.

After much deliberation, he decided to find an opportunity to give Long Jinyan a good talking-to.

Unbeknownst to Long Jinyan, he was about to be the target of revenge by a former prime minister with an effeminate appearance and a face like a peach blossom.

He was filled with anticipation as the Yangchun noodles arrived.

"Wife, isn't this too extravagant? Actually, you only need to buy one bowl; I'm not very hungry!"

"..."

Say so.

Fang Xiaoxiao had already seen through the little schemes in the person in front of her.

I'm not hungry yet. I just watched him eat osmanthus cake, and he almost wanted to gnaw the bottom of the bowl clean.

She muttered to herself, but put on a kind smile and shook her head in response.

“You’re not hungry, but I’m very hungry. If you can’t eat any more later, you can share some with me.”

"what!"

Long Jinyan never expected his wife to answer like that, which left him at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately.

The old man was already holding a steaming bowl, with a few bits of lard floating in it and some chopped green onions as garnish, adding a touch of color to the otherwise plain noodle soup.

"Esteemed guests, please enjoy your two bowls of plain noodles!"

The old man placed the noodles on the table for two.

Fang Xiaoxiao smiled and thanked him.

She then turned and glanced at Long Jinyan.

He was already swallowing his saliva incessantly, and his throat was moving up and down, showing that he couldn't wait any longer.

"Eat up! If it's not enough, we can bring you more."

But she had no idea what kind of heavy psychological shadow her words would cast upon her.

Upon hearing this, Long Jinyan's brows furrowed, he nodded, and began a whirlwind of activity.

Fang Xiaoxiao had just picked up the bamboo chopsticks, intending to pick up some noodles from the bowl and put them in her mouth, when she heard a sound beside her ear.

"My wife, have you eaten?"

"?"

Long Jinyan spoke in a way that seemed to be a tentative inquiry.

He licked his thick lips, which were slightly oily, looking as if he wanted more.

Fang Xiaoxiao was speechless. She could only say that if they were still hungry, she would call again.

After hearing this, Long Jinyan didn't ask any more questions and instead asked the old man to make another bowl.

"No, old man, give me three more bowls!"

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the woman sitting opposite him.

"Wife, may we order three bowls?"

You've already called me, why are you asking me again?

Fang Xiaoxiao thought to herself, giving the other person a disgruntled look, and nodded frantically.

She knew she would definitely have to spend some money today.

In the following process.

Long Jinyan was overjoyed and stacked the bowls in front of him layer upon layer.

Goodness, I ate seven or eight bowls.

Fang Xiao's eyes nearly popped out of her head; she never imagined this guy could eat so much.

The crucial point is that I had never realized before that this guy had such an astonishing appetite.

Could it be that he was hiding all along?

Today, I've finally caught myself and am going to fleece myself as much as I can!

Long Jinyan finally finished the last bowl of noodles in front of him.

He wanted to order another bowl, but the owner shook his head and said that there wasn't much stock left today, and hoped that the customer would be kind enough to order.

This left Fang Xiaoxiao, who was standing to the side, already bored and heartbroken, speechless.

Good heavens, to be able to make the boss shake his head and lose interest in doing business with a meal, he must be the first person in history to do so.

Hearing what the boss said, Long Jinyan had no choice but to pat the black eight-immortal table in front of him, which had been worn down by the passage of time.

"Okay, okay!"

As he spoke, he glanced down at his stomach, which was about 70% full.

This was the first time he had been able to eat until he was seven-tenths full since he fled and hid his identity.

In the past, he wouldn't have dared to even think about it. Even at his wife's house, he could only suppress his hunger.

Whenever everyone was fast asleep, he would drink water to stave off hunger when he was really hungry.

Today, I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had no choice but to swallow my pride and try to fill my stomach.

Fang Xiaoxiao was unaware of his meaning, but she felt that Long Jinyan seemed more genuine today, even though he spent a lot of money on noodles.

She didn't consider herself a stingy person, but when she took out a hundred copper coins and handed them to the shopkeeper, she still felt a little pain in her heart.

The meal ended with Long Jinyan feeling about 70% full.

And the other end.

Murong Changqing was not very happy watching the two eat noodles for most of the day.

He hid in the alley, his calves almost numb from squatting, his head peeking out every now and then, his eyes glancing towards his wife.

It was extremely painful.

"Is this Long Jinyan a pig? He ate seven whole bowls of noodles!"

Shocked, utterly shocked.

As a former prime minister, he was young and successful, and he had no interest in delicacies.

But today, Long Jinyan's exaggerated eating habits piqued my curiosity.

"I must try that old man's cooking and see if my noodles are really not as good as his!"

Having made up his mind, he finally waited until his wife and Long Jinyan left.

He patted his numb legs, leaned against the wall to rest for a moment, and then walked out of the dimly lit alley.

The old man saw a handsome man with a straight nose who exuded a scholarly air.

He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sir, would you like to try our plain noodles? Just now, a customer ate seven bowls in one go!"

Murong Changqing nodded with a cold expression.

A bowl of plain noodles doesn't take long from cooking to serving; it only takes three to five minutes.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he picked up his bamboo chopsticks and put the steaming, scallion-scented noodles, which were placed before him, into his mouth.

Murong Changqing almost died on the spot from the overwhelming saltiness of the noodles.

"This is something that people can eat!"

He couldn't believe it; the noodles Long Jinyan had eaten seven bowls of were so unpalatable, far more than just disgusting.

The noodles were not only hard, but also extremely salty, and had a lard flavor that was hard to describe.