Qu Shaoya's face blushed when she heard this, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing because the story was too bizarre and absurd, breaking the embarrassing scene where only Song Yan laughed.

Jiang Yuyao's beautiful appearance was also dyed with a hint of crimson, and she sighed helplessly in a low voice.

"Yan'er, don't say this to outsiders, you know?"

"Well, I know, you're not the only ones here!"

"I remember that Wuzhen is a small town on the south side of Zhuozhou City, how did you get there?"

"That's another interesting thing."

Song Yan sold a pass, and saw that everyone turned their expectant eyes to this side, so she explained the matter leisurely.

"There is an inn in Wuzhen that produces a very delicious noodle dish, which is also said to be related to a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam."

"It's too coincidental, why are you a scholar again?"

Is Wuzhen's feng shui so good?

Qu Shaoya and the three of them looked at each other, and the more Shen Xingqi listened, the more confused she became, and she looked to her side again.

"Sister-in-law, why do I sound familiar with this?"

Cheng Xi stretched out his hand to support his forehead.

It's oily noodles, and I didn't run away.

That day, they stayed at the inn with the Yu Heting brothers, and they fell asleep after cleaning up the thieves who sneaked in that night, and at noon the next day, they originally planned to make some meat and vegetarian meals to eat, and thought that the Yu brothers were shy and afraid that they would not accept their kindness, Cheng Xi thought about it and picked a pasta that cost a few pennies to make.

[In view of the general environment,

As a result, the Yu brothers ate with their mouths full of oil, and the fragrance of oily noodles directly spread to the noses of all the guests in the inn.

Qin Nan was curious, "If that's the case, did the scholar sell the pasta recipe?"

"It's not sold, but the scholar doesn't seem to care much about Fang Zi, and when he saw that the store sincerely wanted it, he handed it over to the chef of the inn."

Qu Shaoya couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that there would be students who don't care about money so much."

I really regard money as dung, and fame and fortune as floating clouds.

Cheng Xi: "......"

Shen Xingqi: "......"

Obviously, she was annoyed by the harassment of the shopkeeper Wu and was pestered, as for the seller? The whole inn is a Shen family, okay?

So how did it get like this?

Cheng Xi inexplicably thought of the shopkeeper Wu who was very good at things, and suddenly felt that the whole person was not good.

"Alas~ That oily noodles are really delicious, but unfortunately I haven't been able to eat them since I left Wuzhen."

When Song Yan sighed, she heard an arrogant female voice outside the box.

"I said that Miss Ben gave silver, why are you still in ink? Hurry up and let them take out the box!"

"I can't help it, Miss Song, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, the boxes in our store have been booked out, and now there are customers."

"What kind of guest can have my young lady's gold? Are you trying to offend the Song Mansion in this teahouse?"

Xi'er stepped forward and gave the guy in the store a look, "You little second child is too ignorant of lifting, you can't handle such a trivial matter, why don't you hurry up and ask your shopkeeper to come over?"

"No need."

Song Chan'er ran out of patience, and her expression became more and more impatient, "Miss Ben thinks this room is good, go, knock on the door for me!"

Xiao Er was miserable, standing in place and not daring to move.

He didn't dare to offend the daughter-in-law of Lord Song's family, but he didn't dare to offend those people in the box.

Xi'er saw that he was cowering and didn't step forward, and finally under the gaze of his own young lady, he could only go up by himself, and raised his hand towards the wooden door of the box.