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

"it is good."

Shen Qing didn't refuse anymore. They had gone back and forth several times already, and there was no point in refusing again.

Moreover, these things are probably just a drop in the ocean for Prince Chun and Princess Chun.

Rich people spend money to buy happiness.

Before they finished speaking, the stall was set up and the fire was lit.

Before long, the surroundings were filled with the unique aroma of snail rice noodles.

"What's with this smell..." Princess Chun frowned.

Nangong Yao, acting like a little adult, said, "Mother, just eat. You eat one without making a sound."

He had already figured it out: everyone who came to eat snail rice noodles was initially disgusted, then shocked, and then fell in love with it, without exception.

He was afraid that his mother would be embarrassed after she finished complaining.

......

Pei Yuan rushed to Shuiyue Tower as soon as he finished court.

The usually composed Prime Minister was walking in a great hurry today.

Anyone who didn't know better would think something terrible had happened.

As I walked to the street corner, that familiar sour aroma wafted towards me.

The unique smell was both domineering and intoxicating; he didn't find it smelly at all, but rather perceived it as a wonderful fragrance.

"Yes, yes, that's the smell, it's really nice."

Pei Yuan's perpetually icy face now showed obvious joy and excitement.

His mouth is watering! He's craving food! He wants to eat!

He strode to the front of the stall and excitedly exclaimed, "Give me a bowl of snail rice noodles, no, two bowls!"

The soup was bubbling away in the big pot, and the side dishes were all very tempting. At this moment, Pei Yuan couldn't think of anything else.

"Queue up, queue up! No cutting in line! There are so many people waiting behind us!" shouted the person at the front of the line.

He could tell this person had an extraordinary air about him, but what could he do? This was snail rice noodles, after all; even gods would have to queue up!

Pei Yuan was taken aback. Queue up?

The word "queue" was completely new to him.

When has the powerful and influential Grand Secretary ever stood in line?

He looked back and, good heavens, the line stretched as far as the eye could see.

"How about two taels of silver for your spot?" Just then, a clear and cold voice rang out.

Pei Yuan looked up and saw that it was Wu Zhuang.

No, that's not right, it's Wu Yin.

"Two taels of silver..." the man hesitated.

"Two taels of silver can buy forty bowls of snail rice noodles," Wu Yin continued.

"Only forty bowls."

"Two taels of silver, how about I buy your spot?" Wu Yin didn't waste any words and asked the person second in line directly.

"Yes, yes, I agree! Two taels of silver, I'll sell!"

The man at the front of the line quickly grabbed the silver and ran to the back of the line in a flash.

Second place: "..."

He hadn't even said a word.

Wu Yin stood at the front and turned to Pei Yuan to ask, "How many bowls would you like, Lord Pei?"

"Two bowls, thank you."

Pei Yuan looked at Wu Yin, surprised that the queuing problem could be solved in this way.

For no apparent reason, I felt a surge of curiosity towards Wu Yin.

How much perseverance must a woman have to study hard for so many years to finally pass the imperial examination in place of her brother?

He read her poems and essays yesterday, and they were indeed very talented.

He always cherished those with genuine talent and ability.

"It is I who should thank Lord Pei." Wu Yin's expression softened with a hint of relief and joy.

Yesterday, after learning that Luosifen had successfully won Pei Yuan's favor, Wu Zhuang went out for drinks to celebrate.

He thought his luck was about to change.

But unexpectedly, some people appeared out of nowhere, cornered him in the alley, and beat him up.

They broke his leg.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Wu Zhuang broke his leg and could only rest in bed.

But he was unwilling to give up. He had finally managed to climb up to the Grand Secretary, how could he give up all his previous efforts?

So he forced Wu Yin to take his place and continue to curry favor with the Grand Secretary.

"My dear sister, we are family. We share the same fate, and we share the same fate. Now that my leg is broken and I can't go out, opportunities wait for no one. During my recovery, you must play your part well, flatter and ingratiate yourself with the Grand Secretary, and strive to get a lucrative position!"

"Don't worry, little sister, we'll switch back once my leg heals. Then you can have whatever you want."

Wu Yin still remembers Wu Zhuang's disgusting way of calling her "good sister" over and over again.

Does she want to give him everything? She desperately wants his life.

Wu Yin isn't stupid. Wu Zhuang drinks all year round, so why did someone break her leg today?

She should thank the Grand Secretary properly.

"Since you want to thank me, you should treat me to snail rice noodles today," Pei Yuan said without any hesitation.

Wu Yin smiled and said, "Of course."

She turned around and ordered three bowls of snail rice noodles.

Shen Qing worked quickly and efficiently, and soon prepared three bowls of snail rice noodles.

"Did something good happen to Lord Wu today?" she asked while busying herself.

"It really is a good thing, and we have to thank you for your snail rice noodles, Madam Shen." Wu Yin smiled, her eyes looking especially beautiful with a smile.

"That's good. Good food is meant to make people happy." Shen Qing smiled.

She didn't ask what good news it was, but she was genuinely happy for Wu Yin.

She hopes that everyone who eats her food will have good things happen to them and feel happy.

When three bowls of snail rice noodles were served, Pei Yuan picked up his chopsticks and started eating without saying a word.

His ravenous eating made it impossible to guess his identity.

Why didn't he come across this snail rice noodle dish earlier?

If he had encountered snail rice noodles earlier, why would he have suffered for so many years?

Wu Yin sat opposite Pei Yuan. She hesitated for a moment before finally picking up her chopsticks.

Regardless of the smell, she was determined to taste this snail rice noodle soup that would change her life today.

......

As expected, all 600 servings of snail rice noodles sold out immediately.

Shen Qing returned to the Yan residence, happily lay down on the bed, and opened the system to settle accounts.

[Ding—Congratulations, host, for completing today's stall-setting task. Task completion progress (1200/1000)]

[Congratulations, host! The snail rice noodle mission has been successfully completed. Rewards are being distributed...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a street-front restaurant. The location of the restaurant is selectable.]

Option 1: Ping'an County Option 2: Beijing

[Note: Restaurants in Beijing are more valuable than those in Ping'an County]

Please make a selection, host.

Choose a location?

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, and hesitated for a moment.

She remembered that when the system rewarded her with a street-front shop, the next task was to open a shop.

So, this time, there's a very high chance they'll let her open a restaurant.

If I were to open a restaurant, would I choose the capital city or Ping'an County?

Shen Qing was momentarily conflicted.