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

Murong Changqing took a bite and immediately spat it out, fearing that the noodles would send him to the clinic in the next second.

He's not a particularly picky eater, but at the very least, the food has to be palatable.

But this plain noodle soup is the complete opposite; it's utterly impossible to swallow.

The old man was displeased to see his guest wasting food like this.

There's a customer who ate seven bowls of those noodles in one go!

This is enough to show that the noodles were delicious, so how could they be treated like this?

The old man was very unconvinced; he was the only one who survived to the end on the front lines back then.

Because of my stubbornness, I've persevered until now.

If his wife hadn't suffered a relapse of her old illness and her health hadn't deteriorated day by day, he wouldn't have abandoned those three acres of fertile land to engage in this despicable business.

You should know the social hierarchy: scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants.

Farmers were ranked at the top, and their status was much higher than that of merchants.

Having spent most of his life working the land, he was inspired to set up his own stall after hearing that an old man in the village was making a lot of money selling plain noodles.

Although it's only been two days since I started my stall, a customer has already eaten seven bowls in one go, which is enough to prove that my skills are no worse than the old man next door.

He is an extremely stubborn person who believes that if others can do it, he can't do it no matter what.

Murong Changqing had no idea what the old man was thinking.

He frowned deeply, covering his originally handsome face with a thin layer of frost.

unpalatable!

It tastes terrible!

Even dogs wouldn't want it!

He kept complaining in his mind, unable to imagine whether Long Jinyan had a tongue or could taste anything.

He threw down ten coins.

Murong Changqing left without turning his head, and before the old man could call him, he strode away.

He wanted to test Long Jinyan and find out why he could eat seven bowls of noodles that even dogs would dislike. His intuition told him that there must be something fishy about it.

The old man sneered as he watched the young customer walk away.

"Pah! What kind of person is this? He's obviously never eaten anything good, he doesn't understand food at all, he's wasting food. Next time he comes, I won't sell him anything."

He cleared the table of dishes, intending to reheat them and eat them later. Anyway, it was nothing, and he could just make do and have another full meal.

at this time.

On the dimly lit street, there were only a few pedestrians and no vendors selling anything, except for the old man's plain noodles stall.

The pot was still steaming, and the dim oil lamp on the old man's stove flickered, filling the small noodle stall with an unparalleled sense of loneliness.

Dilapidated and old-fashioned, that's the true picture of this noodle stall right now.

The old man, his body hunched over, stood in front of the stove. Whenever someone passed by, he would ask them with a stiff, exaggerated smile: "Do you want noodles?"

One, two, three...

When he harbored beautiful aspirations, only to be disappointed time and time again.

A man dressed in a blue robe, exuding an air of nobility, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a chiseled face, slowly approached the noodle stall, accompanied by the night breeze.

The man's voice had a slightly weathered quality and a sense of authority.

"Old man, give me three bowls of noodles!"

Pei Yan looked at the old man in front of him. The man was dressed in a simple, patched gray linen long gown. His face was covered with the marks of time, and his hands showed that he had worked in the fields for a long time.

Although the old man's hands were wrinkled, revealing him to be a farmer, the calluses on his palms suggested he had been a soldier.

Only soldiers have thicker calluses on their hands than ordinary people, especially in the area between their thumb and index finger, which is covered in calluses. This indicates that the person has been holding a long knife for many years.

As Pei Yan observed the old man, he noticed a distinctive tattoo on the old man's wrist that read "Dragon".

The Dragon Family Army!

This discovery greatly surprised him.

It should be noted that the Long Family Army is the strongest fighting force of the Dayu Dynasty. They have been stationed on the frontier for many years and have made countless great achievements for the Dayu Dynasty.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the Long family army, how could the foreign tribes have kept such a low profile, and even been ridiculed and despised as useless barbarians by the officials in the court?

But they didn't know that all of this was thanks to the deterrent power of the Long family army.

Unfortunately, General Long of the Long family army betrayed Da Yu for some unknown reason and was hunted down by the emperor's men.

He had been investigating this matter, but there had been no progress whatsoever, not to mention that he himself was being hunted down.

Pei Yan sat at the square table and sighed softly.

The two subordinates beside him, dressed in black and wearing hoods, remained seated, not daring to overstep their bounds, leaving the crown prince to grieve alone.

The old man brought over the plain noodles.

After discussing matters concerning the Crown Prince, the two men in black picked up their chopsticks, ready to have a hearty meal.

Pei Yan also composed himself and got to work.

He wanted to see what was so special about this simple bowl of noodles that could make Long Jinyan eat seven and a half bowls in one go, half of which belonged to Madam Fang.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!!"

The man in black had just taken a bite when he couldn't help but spit it out.

They had eaten quite a few simple and coarse meals, even in the worst mountain forests, where they had eaten raw rats, but none of them were as unpalatable as the bowl of noodles in front of them.

"!!"

Pei Yan glanced at his subordinate's expression and actions, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt appearing on his handsome face.

However, he was the kind of person who wouldn't give up until he hit a brick wall, so how could he be influenced by others?

Today, I must try this food and see what its wonders are.

"vomit!!"

This!

Shock!

He was truly utterly shocked!

Why is there such an unpalatable thing in this world?

To know.

The noodles that Murong Changqing cooked were, in his opinion, the second worst thing in the world, the worst being the ones he cooked himself.

But the seemingly clear and transparent bowl of plain noodles with a few scallions floating in it was beyond his comprehension.

Saying it's unpalatable doesn't truly capture the essence of this noodle dish.

It should fall within the category of weapons with high lethality and power.

Just now.

He had just put the noodles in his mouth, before he could even chew, when he was stopped by an overwhelming saltiness.

Immediately afterwards, a smell like swill suddenly filled my mouth and quickly entered my nostrils, followed by my brain.

It made him feel as if he were experiencing that life-or-death ordeal all over again.

"Hu~~"

Pei Yan let out a long breath, took out a loose silver ingot from his pocket, stood up, and was about to lead his subordinates away.

at this time.

The old man, who had been waiting for the three guests to order two more bowls of plain noodles, saw this and his expression instantly changed from joy to anxiety and dissatisfaction.

He strode forward, wanting to ask him something.

Are these three, like that bookish man from before, also ignorant about food?

He reached out to stop Pei Yan, wanting an explanation.