The contract is in duplicate.

Yang Xuan and Han Ying sat side by side in front of the desk, and Han Ying picked up a writing brush to sign.

"Give."

Yang Xuan took the brush that was still warm from her and swung it away.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Shun applauded from the side, "We will be a family from now on."

"Wait." Yang Xuan stopped Han Ying who was about to get up, and handed her contract over to her with puzzled eyes.

"What?"

"exchange."

In a sudden change, Yang Xuan became a partner of the fufu shop.

"By the way, what is this called?" Han Ying still missed that bowl of nondescript but extremely delicious pasta.

"Ran... Genshu Ramen."

Yang Xuan wanted to sew his mouth shut.

"Okay, Wang Shun, make a plaque, I want to do something big!"

…

"Mr. Lang."

After returning home, Yang Xuan saw Cao Ying carrying a cloth flag and preparing to go out. There were five words written on the flag.

——Wang Qi determines bad luck.

"Are you... looking at anger? You can also predict someone's bad luck..."

Yang Xuan grabbed the cloth flag, rolled it into a ball and handed it to Yi Niang, "Wash it clean and make me socks later."

Yi Niang covered her mouth and trembled all over, "Yes, Lang Jun."

Cao Ying said warmly: "Mr. Lang, I am good at looking at Qi..."

"Did you see the bad luck of honoring the emperor many years ago?" Yang Xuan entered the room.

He is testing.

Yi Niang was a woman, but Yang Xuan couldn't figure out Cao Ying's details, so he took this opportunity to test her.

If Cao Ying gets angry and starts to argue with herself, or even goes one step further... then this person cannot be retained.

He is waiting too.

Cao Ying took the initiative, so she was being respectful.

If he ignores it, then this person's respectfulness is hypocritical.

There were footsteps behind me.

"What Lang Jun said is true." Cao Ying's voice was still as gentle as jade, "It's just that... I am incompetent and cannot farm to support Lang Jun."

He didn't see Yang Xuan, who had his back turned to him, raise his eyebrows.

"You don't need to feed me." Yang Xuan turned around, "I can feed you."

Cao Ying lowered her head, "Yes."

He turned around and looked for Yi Niang, "Lang Jun said he could support us. Besides, Lang Jun doesn't have such a violent temper. He was just testing me."

"Isn't it bad?" Yi Niang rolled her eyes.

Cao Ying sighed, "Next time if Langjun wants to stab me, try my loyalty..."

Yi Niang raised her head and smiled charmingly.

"I will pass the knife to Mr. Lang."

The next day, Yang Xuan went to the Imperial College. Before leaving, he said, "Well... if you have nothing to do, go to that bun shop and see if they secretly got the copper coins out. Remember that."

The two of them were confused.

Yang Xuan walked out of the house and suddenly stopped, "Oh, by the way, the name has been changed over there."

The two looked at each other.

"What did Mr. Lang do?"

The two quietly went to the fufu shop two alleys away.

The alley is quiet, and you can occasionally see creeping vines crisscrossing the walls. A bird was standing on the wall and taking a nap. It was disturbed by the footsteps of the two men. It glanced at them blankly and then flew away.

Before we even reached the place, we heard noise through a wall.

"Why is this bun so delicious?"

"This is called Genju Ramen."

“So delicious.”

“Even the soup is so delicious.”

When the two of them walked out of the alley, they saw that there were people standing outside the Fufu shop, and people were sitting around the tables. The rest were either squatting or standing, holding big bowls and eating their heads full. Sweat profusely.

"This..." Cao Ying looked up and saw a plaque with four big characters written on it, "Yuanzhou Ramen."

There was a banging sound inside, and I didn't know what was going on. Wang Shun was very vigilant and didn't allow anyone to come near.

Even though the two of them had just had breakfast, they still had one bowl each.

"tasty."

"This smell is familiar to me."

Yi Niang put down her chopsticks and ran home.

Cao Ying returned home and saw Yi Niang in a daze outside the kitchen holding a bowl.

"What's the matter?"

Yi Niang handed over the bowl and said, "This is the soup left over from yesterday by Mr. Lang. It is held in a bowl. I didn't move it as I was thinking about it, but I smelled some fragrance. Come and smell it."

Cao Ying came over and lowered her head to smell it.

"Isn't this the taste of Genshu Ramen?"

"It was Lang Jun who did it?"

…

When Yang Xuan arrived at the Imperial Academy, he felt an aura of depression.

He looked for Bao Dong and asked.

"Hey!" Bao Dong sighed, "If you say you want to cut the food and money by half, wouldn't that mean people will starve to death?"

Yang Xuan looked at Qiao Huiyan.

"Bao Dong, you are spreading rumors again!" Qiao Huiyan snorted coldly, and then looked at Yang Xuan with her head slightly raised, "The Ministry of Household Affairs said that the corpses in the Imperial College have vegetarian meals, but they waste national money every year, so they cut off 20% of the money and food. If it is still inappropriate, then it will be

reduce."

Bao Dong coughed dryly and said, "I saw all the people buying food in the canteen this morning with sad faces. I guess our food will be unpalatable."

At lunch, the quality of the food was indeed lowered, with less meat and less oil, but the staple food was still open to eat.

For Yang Xuan, this kind of treatment is already excellent.

He ate and drank enough, but Ning Yayun and others in the Imperial Academy had no intention of eating.

The duty room was full of professors and teaching assistants.

Ning Yayun smiled slightly, not even a wrinkle could be seen in the corners of her eyes, "Everyone."

Everyone responded by waving their tails, and Ning Yayun secretly smiled bitterly, thinking that the Patriarch had set the direction of cultivation back then, but had he ever thought about the current situation.

"The Ministry of Household Affairs said that the corpses in the Imperial College will have a vegetarian meal..."

The professors and teaching assistants below were filled with indignation and criticized the Ministry of Revenue for its stupidity.

When it comes to eloquence, who is the Imperial College afraid of?

I have been a professional talker for thousands of years, and I am invincible in this world!

clank!

The sound of the piano sounded, and everyone was probably not satisfied with it, and shook their tails angrily.

Ning Yayun looked at them, a little frustrated, "Go and think of something, go ahead!"

He waved his hand, and everyone hurried away as if they had received an amnesty.

Only An Ziyu was left.

"Doing nothing, now it doesn't matter." An Ziyu said angrily: "It's all because of you!"

Ning Yayun picked up the water cup and said calmly: "After practicing the skills of metaphysics, your temperament will gradually change. Otherwise, how do you think those metaphysics seniors can meditate in the deep mountains and forests for decades?"
To be continued...