Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

"Two bowls of snail rice noodles cost one hundred coins."

Shen Qing looked at Wu Zhuang and said, her eyes filled with confusion.

Wu Zhuang took out a hundred coins from his sleeve, counted them out, held them in his palm, and handed them to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment before accepting the money.

I still vividly remember the scene yesterday when Wu Zhuang dismissively slapped the silver on her stall; his arrogant demeanor was completely different from how he is now.

"Hold on."

Shen Qing couldn't figure it out, but she never made things difficult for herself, so she simply stopped thinking about things she couldn't understand.

So he focused intently on making the snail rice noodles in front of him.

After the rice noodles are cooked, remove them from the pot, rinse them with cold water, and place them at the bottom of a bowl.

Pickled bamboo shoots, dried bean curd sticks, soft-boiled eggs, pig's feet, and other ingredients are arranged on top.

Pour hot broth over the rice noodles, drizzle with chili oil, and soon two bowls of snail rice noodles are ready.

Take the food container and put the snail rice noodles into it.

"Two bowls of snail rice noodles have been prepared for you."

Wu Zhuang nodded slightly, took the food box, and turned to leave.

"Lord Wu, aren't you going to see Miss Ruyan today? I remember you said yesterday that you would bring poetry and literature to Shuiyue Tower." Shen Qing's voice rang out.

Wu Zhuang stopped in his tracks.

But he didn't turn around, only saying, "He'll come tonight."

"Madam Shen, I want a bowl of snail rice noodles!" The customers in line couldn't wait any longer.

Shen Qing had no time to say anything more and could only suppress her doubts and continue cooking the noodles.

When I looked up again, Wu Zhuang's figure had already disappeared around the street corner.

street corner.

"How long did it take you to buy it? I'm so hungry! You're so slow, even buying some noodles takes you this long. What else can you do?"

"Queuing is necessary, and cooking the noodles also takes time."

"Give me this bowl. Now take the other bowl to the Prime Minister's residence and make sure to present this snail rice noodle soup to him."

"understood."

"I'm telling you, Wu Yin, don't try any tricks. Just do my job properly, or your parents will beat you to death!"

"Um."

Wu Yin, Wu Yin is her real name.

Wu Zhuang is her brother's name.

She was a diligent student, a poet, and a participant in the imperial examinations.

The people who indulged in revelry were from Wuzhuang, the people who sought the limelight were from Wuzhuang, and the people who ultimately passed the imperial examinations were also from Wuzhuang.

Wu Zhuang was her biological brother. He had been pampered by their parents since childhood, and all the good food and fun things were reserved for Wu Zhuang.

Wu Zhuang's family had high hopes for him, expecting him to rise to great heights and make a name for himself in the officialdom.

But Wu Zhuang was spoiled rotten, spending his days indulging in debauchery, eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring; he was a complete good-for-nothing.

Wu Zhuang didn't like reading, so from a young age, books were thrown at her, along with the homework left by her teacher.

They looked alike, and with some deliberate disguise, outsiders couldn't tell their identities apart at all. In fact, many times, she went to school in Wu Zhuang's place.

For more than a decade, she did the same thing day after day, and later, during scientific expeditions, she also took Wu Zhuang's place.

Until she passed the imperial examination, she became a shadow of Wuzhuang.

Normally, she would be the one to do the work at the Hanlin Academy, but when it was her turn to shine, it was Wu Zhuang.

The lyrics and music sung by the girls of Shuiyuelou were actually written by her.

Now, Wu Zhuang wants to win the support of the Grand Secretary with a bowl of snail rice noodles, but she is afraid of something going wrong and angering the Grand Secretary, so she pushes her out.

If this succeeds, Wu Zhuang will achieve his goal; if it fails, Wu Yin will lose her life.

At that time, Wu Zhuang can simply go far away, change his place and his name, and still live happily ever after.

That's just how unfair God is.

"You brat, hurry up and go. There's still the poetry recitation tonight. Don't forget, I still want to see Miss Ruyan!" Wu Zhuang frowned, his tone full of disdain.

Wu Yin replied calmly, "I understand."

Although the two people have similar faces, Wu Zhuang looks lewd and disgusting, while Wu Yin looks like a piece of uncut jade.

Wu Yin eventually carried the food box to the entrance of the Pei residence.

The mansion gate is grand and imposing, with green steps leading up to it, and two stone lions facing each other with angry eyes, exuding a heavy sense of power.

Wu Yin couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

Her good-for-nothing brother actually tried to curry favor with the Prime Minister with a bowl of stinky rice noodles.

What is the Grand Secretary? He is the head of all officials, and all six ministries follow his lead. He is truly second only to the emperor.

Even with countless people preparing a variety of meals for such an important person every day, his anorexia could not be improved.

How could this bowl of stinky rice noodles possibly be made like that?

Wu Zhuang is practically pushing her to her death.

But how could she bear to let one person die? The whole family should be together, of course.

Wu Yin clenched her fists, raised her eyes with a determined look, walked to the door, and knocked.

crunch--

"I am Wu Zhuang from the Hanlin Academy, and I have come here specifically to pay a visit to Your Excellency the Grand Secretary."

"You haven't sent a formal invitation, have you? To see our master, you must first send an invitation."

Wu Yin smiled slightly: "I heard that the Grand Secretary has no appetite, so I specially found a wonderful dish to send over. It's still warm now. It would be a waste if I couldn't see it."

"Gourmet food?" The doorman's eyes lit up. "Are you sure? Do you know the consequences if you anger the master?"

"I have complete confidence in this delicious food."

"Then come with me." The doorman stepped aside to let Wu Yin in.

Many people in the capital knew that Grand Secretary Pei Yuan was anorexic.

Some people even brought food, hoping to climb up Pei Yuan's vine.

But the effect is often the opposite.

Not only will it fail to improve Pei Yuan's anorexia, it will also anger him.

The patient is always moody.

"My lord didn't eat anything all day yesterday, and the cooks in the manor were very worried. Since you're here, let's give it a try."

"However, you must be careful. Never describe how delicious this food is in front of adults. The more delicious you describe it, the worse it will be if the adults can't eat it in the end."

The doorman was very kind.

But Wu Yin came with the intention of mutual destruction.

Passing through the connecting corridor and around the artificial hill, a pavilion can be faintly seen in the distance, and the ethereal sound of a zither can be heard.

A man dressed in white was sitting in the pavilion, plucking the strings of a zither.

You can tell from his back that he is very thin.

Without a doubt, this is none other than the powerful Grand Secretary Pei Yuan.

The gatekeeper led Wu Yin to one side of the pavilion, waiting for Pei Yuan to finish playing the piece.

Wu Yin looked over curiously.

As she got closer, she discovered that the rumored high-ranking Grand Secretary was actually a handsome man.

With refined features and an otherworldly air, he exuded an aura of profound and unyielding power.

He was just too thin, too thin; the loose robes made his frail figure appear even more pronounced.

Zheng—

The song ended.

"My lord, this Lord Wu says he has found an exquisite delicacy and would like you to try it." The servant quickly stepped forward to report.