There is space for the married man

Fucheng is far more prosperous than the county town, and the cries of vendors on the street can be heard before dawn.

Wen Lang rubbed his eyes, turned over, but didn't touch anyone.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and saw that there was indeed no one around him, and when he touched the temperature of the quilt, it was already cold, and he didn't know how long You Jingshu had been quietly getting up by himself.

"Are you awake?" You Jingshu pushed the door open and entered.

"Well, where have you been?" Wen Lang sat on the bed with disheveled hair and a lazy look.

You Jingshu took a clean change of clothes and walked to the bed, "I exercised for a while, went out for a stroll, and bought you some breakfast, just ready to eat when I wake up."

Wen Lang took the clothes that You Jingshu handed him, and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you."

You Jingshu raised his hand to smooth his messy hair, and said softly, "You're welcome."

After dressing up and washing up, Wen Lang went out and stretched. Now the sky was bright and Xiao Yong was leading someone to practice in the yard.

"Morning, my master." A group of people turned their heads in unison to salute Wen Lang, which surprised Wen Lang.

"Early, early." Wen Lang waved his hands, patted his chest, and whispered to You Jingshu, "It's really energetic."

Comparing them, Wen Lang felt that he was the only old man among them.

You Jingshu raised the corners of his lips, held his hand, and walked to the front hall.

"The breakfast in Fucheng is pretty good." Wen Lang tasted them one by one, very local.

"The porridge is cold, drink some." You Jingshu reminded.

"Yeah." Wen Lang obediently picked up the bowl and took a sip, then glanced at You Jingshu. You Jingshu was very pleasing to the eye even when he was eating. When he was young, his back was straight, his manners were elegant, and he was well-bred and born of an extraordinary family.

Wen Lang recalled his last life. Before he entered high school, he lived with his grandfather in the countryside. He was like a monkey, both bear and wild. Even without parents around him, he lived a very chic life. After all, he had a grandfather who treated him very well. Wen Lang would help him clean up the brats who spoke ill of him, and Wen Lang often fought with these brats, because they always liked to laugh at him as a child whose parents didn't want him.

But ever since he was brought into Wen's house by his biological father, everything in the past has been forced to change abruptly. The habits of the past have grown on him. Wanting to change them all is almost equivalent to peeling off a layer of skin, but he has no choice. , he can only follow suit and learn to be a noble and elegant gentleman.

No one knows better than him that his biological father and his half-brother are just beasts in human skin. They look down on inferior people like Wen Lang the most, but in fact they even hate the inferior people they hate the most. Not as good as others.

"What are you thinking about? It's getting cold." You Jingshu saw that Wen Lang was eating, and suddenly his eyes went straight, he should be in a daze.

"It's nothing, I thought of something." Wen Lang came back to his senses and smiled at You Jingshu. Behind You Jingshu was the morning sun, which fell on his shoulders.

It's different, You Jingshu is different from those people, he is so clean and bright, surpassing all good things.

Wen Lang stopped what he was doing, suddenly turned his head and said to You Jingshu, "Jingshu."

"Huh?" You Jingshu looked at him upon hearing the sound.

Wen Lang grinned at him, his brows and eyes curved into crescent moons, "I like you so much."

You Jingshu's heart trembled and beat heavily, and then he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Well, me too."

This seemed to be an unusually ordinary conversation, and after confessing to each other, the two continued to eat breakfast.

"Does this taste a bit like Aunt Liu's pie?" Wen Lang asked You Jingshu.

You Jingshu tasted it, "It's a bit similar."

After breakfast, the two went out for a stroll to see if there were any suitable locations and shops.

"There's a lot of food in Fucheng." Wen Lang's neck hurt a little from turning, but fortunately, it didn't overlap with his family's food.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw a shop with the word "Wen Ji" written on the plaque majestically.

He and You Jingshu looked at each other, "Go in and have a look?"

You Jing nodded approvingly, "Yeah."

As soon as the two of them came to the door, the waiter in the store warmly received them, "Please come to the two guest officers."

"What kind of delicious food do you have in your store?" Wen Lang asked calmly, but his eyes were looking around.

I actually met a plagiarist, even the layout of the store is exactly the same.

The shop clerk rubbed his hands and said, "If you ask objectively, you are right. We have a wide variety of food in our shop, which cannot be found in other places."

"Oh? So powerful? Are you talking big?" Wen Lang said with disbelief.

At this time, the people at the table next to him said to Wen Lang: "Little brother, you can see that they are from other places, right?"

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday." Wen Lang answered the man innocently.

"No wonder, this Wenji is famous. Mr. Dongli and Mr. Liuliu have written poems and articles about the food in their shop." The man at that table looked proud and gentle.

"Yes, we Wenji has many literati and refined scholars who have patronized it. You are satisfied with the food in our shop, my custodian." The shop waiter said with a smile.

Wen Lang nodded, "That's it...then get a copy of all your signboards."

The waiter in the shop didn't expect this little brother to be so rich, and he seemed to think that the young man next to him was the one who made the decision.

"Yes yes yes, I'll be here right away, invite the two of you upstairs?" The waiter warmly invited the two of you upstairs to the private room.

"Let's go, let's go see what the private room looks like." Wen Lang gave You Jingshu a look, and You Jingshu frowned and followed him.

After the shop waiter left, Wen Lang sneered and said, "Even the private room is the same, but I don't know if the food tastes the same."

You Jingshu was not as relaxed and comfortable as him, "Did Fangzi leak?"

"Probably not. In fact, these things are not complicated. If you are a professional, after trying it, you can make it after a few more experiments, but the taste will definitely be a little different." Wen Lang is very relieved about the taste of his own food. Ordinary imitations can be compared.

There may be his secret recipe in it.

"Don't worry, what's fake will be fake after all. It's not true." Seeing You Jingshu frowning, Wen Lang raised his hand to press the center of his brow, "Don't frown, it's not worth it for such a small matter."

You Jingshu held his hand and kissed the back of his hand, "Yes."

Wen Lang propped his face with the other hand, staring intently at You Jingshu.

His scenery is really beautiful.

It didn't take long for the two of them to get bored, and the waiter in the shop brought up the meals they ordered.

It seems that there is no difference, but if you look closely, you can still find subtle differences.

"This Shuangpi Nai's eggy smell is too strong, this Xue Mei Niang's cream is overwhelmed, and this fermented sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls are too sweet..." Wen Lang could pick out the faults in each of them.

If there is no jade in front, the taste of these desserts is indeed good, but as long as they are placed in front of the real "Wen Ji", there is no comparison.

After figuring out the details of this counterfeit store, Wen Lang and You Jingshu went downstairs to pay the bill.

"Two guest officers, are you satisfied if you don't know?" The waiter is ready to listen to their compliments. After all, as long as the first-time customers come, they will praise the food in their shop. As for these people, they really think it is delicious. , or follow suit, it is unknown.

"It's okay." Wen Lang replied with a lack of interest.

The smile on the waiter's face froze, never expecting this unattractive little brother to say such a thing.

"You have a tongue made of gold, right? Even Mr. Dongli and Mr. Liuliu praised something, but you said it was okay." The man who spoke was obviously a supporter of these two gentlemen, with a proud face.

Before Wen Lang could open his mouth, You Jingshu was the first to block in front of him, his eyes were as cold as stars, and he was terrified to show this troublesome man.

"Look... What are you looking at? It's because you have a problem with your tongue!" Even though he was so frightened that he stuttered, the man clenched his fists and stared at You Jingshu.

You Jingshu glanced at the table in front of him, the table was full of plates, obviously he ate a lot here.

"Are you talking about yourself?" You Jingshu's voice was cold, like frozen beads falling on a jade plate.

The man was startled, and then he realized that You Jingshu was saying that he had a problem with his tongue. He glared at You Jingshu angrily and cursed, "You idiot!"

Wen Lang frowned displeased, stepped forward in two or three steps, grabbed the man by the collar, and asked him fiercely, "What did you say?"

Everyone didn't expect Wen Lang to be so fierce, and was immediately frightened by him. The man who was grabbed by his collar felt weak in his legs and trembled all over.

"Guest officers, please don't quarrel." The waiter stood up and talked to each other.

Wen Lang threw away the man's collar, and said to the waiter, "Call your boss over here."

"Guest officer, shall I compensate you..."

The waiter thought that Wen Lang was going to sue him, so he quickly bowed and apologized to Wen Lang.

"Go and call." Wen Lang said coldly, although the volume was not loud, it was enough to frighten the guy.

Seeing the waiter go to call for someone, the customers in the shop were dissatisfied with Wen Lang and You Jingshu's behavior, "It's obvious that you are causing trouble, why are you asking someone to trick you?"

"That's right, Wenji's food is famously delicious, and I blame others for not knowing it."

"Wild pigs can't eat fine bran."

The customers in the store blamed Wen Lang and Wen Lang with each other, and the man who troubled Wen Lang and them at first seemed to have found an accomplice, and raised his chin and pointed his nostrils at them.

Wen Lang glanced at him and said, "You, the nose hairs came out."

The man blushed immediately, and quickly covered his nose, wishing he could find a hole to get in.

The man turned his back and rubbed his nose, grabbed the guy beside him and asked him, "Still...can you still see it?"

The clerk stammered, "Ben... I couldn't see it in the first place."

Only then did the man realize that he was being played by Wen Lang.

He suddenly raised his head to look at Wen Lang, only to see Wen Lang looking at him with a half-smile. He blushed so angry that his neck was thick, and he pointed at Wen Lang with trembling fingers, "You...you...you dare to play me."

Wen Lang spread his hands and said, "You will believe me when I tell you, you are really obedient."

"You! You wait! I won't let you go!" The man beat his chest and stamped his feet, and he was bound to have an endless relationship with Wen Lang.

Wen Lang smiled at him indifferently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "I'll wait."

The onlookers whispered, this little brother is not an ordinary person, he even made a fool of a man, and this man is obviously a scholar, they better shut up.

At this moment, the waiter came with the shop manager and owner.