Qu Shaoya's face turned red with embarrassment, and because the story was so bizarre and absurd, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, breaking the awkward scene where only Song Yan laughed.
Jiang Yuyao's beautiful face was also stained with a hint of crimson, and she sighed helplessly in a low voice.
"Yan'er, you can't say this to outsiders, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, you're not the only one here!"
"I remember Wuzhen is A small town on the south side of Zhuozhou City, how did you get there?”
"That's another interesting thing."
Song Yan gave it up and saw everyone turning their expectant eyes here, and then she explained the matter leisurely.
“There is an inn in Wuzhen that sells a very delicious noodle dish. It is said that it is also related to a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam.”
“It’s such a coincidence, why is he a scholar again? ?”
Is Wuzhen’s Feng Shui so good?
Qu Shaoya and the other three looked at each other in confusion. The more Shen Xingqi listened, the more confused she became, and she turned her head to her side again.
“Sister-in-law, why do these words sound familiar to me?”
Cheng Xi stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.
It’s just oil splashing on the noodles, it didn’t run away.
That day they stayed at an inn together with brothers Yu Heting. That night they cleaned up the thieves who had sneaked in and went to bed. At noon the next day, they originally planned to make a meat and vegetable dinner, but Thinking that the Yu family brothers might not accept their kindness because they were short of money, Cheng Xi thought about it and picked a pasta that cost only a few cents to make.
As a result, the Yu brothers' mouths were full of oil, and the aroma of oily noodles spread directly to the noses of all the guests in the inn.
Qin Nan was curious, "In that case, did the scholar sell the pasta recipe?"
"Not sold, but the scholar didn't seem to care much about the pasta recipe. Seeing the store owner, he sincerely thought I'll leave it to the inn's chef."
Qu Shaoya couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought there would be students who don't care about money." He really regards money as dirt and fame as a floating cloud.
Cheng Xi: "."
Shen Xingqi: "."
Obviously she accepted the offer because she was tired of being harassed and pestered by Shopkeeper Wu. As for the seller? The entire inn belongs to the Shen family, okay?
So how did things come to be like this?
Cheng Xi inexplicably thought of the very troublesome shopkeeper Wu, and suddenly felt bad.
"Alas~ Those oily noodles are really delicious. It's a pity that I can't eat them since I left Wuzhen."
When Song Yan sighed, she heard an arrogant female voice coming from outside the box. .
"I have already said that I will give you money, why are you, the waiter, still ink? Ask them to take out the box immediately!"
"You can't help it, Miss Song, this is I'm afraid it's not right. All the private rooms in our restaurant have been booked, and there are already customers here. "
"What kind of guests can have my lady Jin Gui? Are you trying to offend the Song family?"
Xi'er took a step forward and winked at the store clerk, "You waiter is too ignorant to show appreciation. You can't handle such a small thing. Why don't you invite your shopkeeper to come over as soon as possible?"
"No need. "
Song Chan'er's patience ran out, and her expression became more and more impatient, "I think this room is good, go and knock on the door!"
The waiter was miserable and didn't dare to stand still. move.
He didn’t dare to offend the legitimate daughter of Lord Song, the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, but he also didn’t dare to offend those people in the box. I really didn’t look at the almanac for the opening today, so why did this happen? A little ancestor!
Seeing that he was cowering and not stepping forward, Xi'er finally had to step forward by herself under the glare of her own lady, and raised her hand towards the wooden door of the box.