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

The old man walked up to the three of them and said with a hint of displeasure.

"Gentlemen, you haven't finished your noodles yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave!"

Pei Yan first looked down at the hunched old man in front of him, then glanced at his subordinate beside him.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"We have other matters to attend to, so we will not linger."

"Oh, even if it's a big deal, you still need to fill your stomach, right? Are you perhaps looking down on my plain noodles, sir?"

The old man said no more and asked directly what was on his mind.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his plain noodles. After all, someone ate seven bowls of them in one go. Food that could be treated like that must be a delicacy.

Otherwise, who could eat seven bowls in one go?

Pei Yan didn't want to hurt the other party, after all, the other party had once risked his life for his Dayu Dynasty and was also a member of the Long Family Army.

Seeing that he was being so obstructed, he had no choice but to speak up.

"Old man, let us three tell you the truth! This plain noodle dish is nauseating and hard to swallow. It is truly one of the most disgusting dishes in the world."

The old man was incredulous and told the three of them about how a customer had just eaten seven bowls of food.

Pei Yan sighed softly.

"Old man, you may have met a patron who appreciates your skills, which is certainly a good thing."

"But from my perspective, I would personally suggest that you change careers and do something else!"

He spoke earnestly, repeatedly expressing that the plain noodles he made were truly awful.

The old man didn't believe it; how could that be?

He personally tasted it and even had his wife comment on it. Only after she approved of it did he set up his stall.

Although I just set up my stall yesterday, I didn't have any business.

But today, just one customer ordered seven bowls and ate them with great relish.

If he weren't afraid that other customers would want to try it, he would never have turned away the God of Wealth and prevented that customer from ordering more.

Could all of this be just a fantasy?

Do not!

The old man didn't think so; instead, he considered a possibility.

Those three people in front of me and the person from before must be jealous of how well I made Yangchun noodles.

These people were definitely sent by a noodle shop owner to deliberately suppress me.

Having lived most of his life, he still knew a thing or two.

When he was preparing to set up a stall to sell plain noodles, his neighbor, Old Wang, mentioned to him that some unscrupulous shops would try to suppress small vendors like them.

Their purpose was to provoke jealousy because the goods sold by the street vendors were much cheaper than those in the shops.

Thinking this through, the old man realized that the three men in front of him were also afraid that he would block their boss from making money.

That's right, that's it.

The old man seemed to wake from a dream, and suddenly realized the truth.

He stopped doubting himself and instead scoffed.

"So you were all sent by those villains. You must have wanted to undermine our confidence and make us give up."

"But! Your wishful thinking is about to fall through, and this old man will not remain silent in the face of your pleas."

Pei Yan wanted to explain, but the other woman didn't appreciate it.

He could only sigh again, and before leaving, he still offered his advice in good faith, suggesting that if the man wanted to go into business, he could find a different partner.

The old man did not answer, and angrily sent the three away.

……

Fang Xiaoxiao finally returned to the courtyard on an empty stomach.

Just now, she almost died on the spot from that bowl of plain noodles that smelled of decades-old stinky feet.

this life.

She has experienced many ups and downs.

What kind of technology and ruthless work is this? Unlimited additives are used, and there are dead rats, cockroaches, or mosquitoes in the takeout food.

She could accept all of this, even if the takeout she ordered was all made in shady, disreputable workshops, at least the taste was good.

However, the plain noodles I ate today, although they seemed to be completely free of additives and cockroaches/mosquitoes.

However, she felt she would rather order takeout than eat plain noodles.

prior to.

She always seemed to slightly dislike Murong Changqing for eating noodles every day.

He even mentally ranked the noodles he cooked as the worst food in the world.

Who would have thought that there's always someone better, and that there are always people more capable than you?

A simple bowl of clear soup noodles can be transformed into something akin to a biological weapon.

If this bowl of noodles were on a battlefield, it would absolutely strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.

aside.

Long Jinyan rubbed his stomach, sat down at the stone table, poured himself a cup of bitter tea, intending to replenish his stomach, which was only seven-tenths full.

“Delicious!”

"?"

Fang Xiaoxiao held her teacup, looking at the person next to her with a bewildered expression.

It's just tea, the kind we drink every day. What's so special about it?

She really didn't understand.

of course.

Many of the stories are about eating eight bowls of plain noodles in one go.

Just now, after taking a bite, she found it difficult to swallow the noodles.

Fortunately, Long Jinyan didn't mind and devoured it all.

Fang Xiaoxiao once suspected that he had no taste buds, and that even if he ate a pile of poop, he would probably find it sweet, delicious and soft.

She tentatively asked.

"Jinyan, did you think the plain noodles were delicious?"

Upon hearing this, Long Jinyan's face turned deathly pale, and he shook his head frantically.

"Even a dog wouldn't eat that stuff!"

"!"

What!

Fang Xiaoxiao immediately lost interest in drinking tea, and she continued.

"Then why did you eat seven bowls in one go, and even finish mine too?"

Long Jinyan chuckled, looking innocent and naive; anyone who didn't know better would think he was a child with immature mind.

He smiled, took a sip of tea, making a "sizzling" sound as if rinsing his mouth, and then swallowed the tea, saying.

"It's because I was too hungry that I had to force myself to finish the food. Otherwise, how could I possibly eat a single bite? The old man is a good person, but his cooking skills are absolutely terrible. Even Murong Changqing is much better than him!"

"Squeak!"

Murong Changqing shook his head, looking utterly hopeless, and pushed open the courtyard gate, stepping one foot into the yard.

He then heard people talking about him, and looked up.

Only then did they realize that the lady and Long Jinyan were already sitting at the stone table.

He rushed to the stone table, disregarding any notion of being a young master or not, picked up the dark brown teapot, and gulped down several mouthfuls of bitter tea.

If it were before, he would never have drunk so much bitter tea, even if you beat him to death.

The reason is simple: the tea is really coarse and bitter, and it can't compare to the best Tieguanyin tea at home at all.

It's like heaven and hell.

But now, he suddenly felt that the bitter tea was so sweet and thirst-quenching, and it made him briefly forget the bowl of plain noodles that was comparable to dog shit.

"Whoo~~~"

Murong Changqing exhaled a heavy breath and plopped down on the stone bench, only then remembering what Long Jinyan had been saying about him.

He first glanced at his wife, then glared at the man opposite him.

"I just heard you talking badly about me."