Instant Noodle Tycoon [System]

Hearing that he was going to buy Zhuangzi, Zhao Xu naturally asked a few words. After knowing that it was to be used to store instant noodles, he asked him if he had a reliable person to take care of Zhuangzi.

Chu Lin, who hadn't considered this point, was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say that he would look for someone after Zhuangzi bought it.

Zhao Xu, who knew the answer just by looking at his expression, suggested: "If you don't mind, let Shen Yi find a group of people for you."

"Of course I don't mind." Chu Lin still trusted him, but he didn't think that a rich and powerful prince would be greedy for his instant noodles, so he said without thinking.

That afternoon, Zhuangzi had been bought, and the next day Shen Yi brought a group of people to settle in Zhuangzi. Judging from the aura of those people, they were obviously men who had stayed in the military camp.

When he met Feng Hongjin again, Chu Lin told him Zhuangzi's address and asked him to go there directly to pick up the goods tomorrow.

The two of them finished talking about business matters in the teahouse, and then went to the restaurant for lunch. Feng Hongjin invited him to attend an opera in the afternoon.

Although apart from the time for rest and dawdling that night, there was actually less than an hour of calligraphy practice for the serious Bajing, but Chu Lin still didn't want to experience calligraphy practice in the middle of the night again, so he declined the proposal.

Yangzhou City, Feng Mansion.

"Grandfather, grandmother!"

Hearing that the third uncle sent something back, several juniors in the mansion immediately thought of the delicious instant noodles they had eaten before, and ran to the main courtyard one after another. After paying their respects, they couldn't wait to ask, "Grandma, are you Uncle San brought instant noodles back?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing the expectant expressions of the normally steady grandson, Mrs. Feng nodded with a smile.

"Noodles, eat noodles!" Hearing the word "instant noodles", the youngest Douding yelled.

"Okay, give our Xiaobao instant noodles to eat." Mrs. Feng hugged her little grandson into her arms and coaxed him.

In fact, Mrs. Feng, who knew that her grandsons were thinking about the instant noodles, had asked her to soak several barrels of each type of instant noodles, and now a servant brought over the soaked noodles.

Smelling the rich fragrance and seeing several buckets of instant noodles on the table, the boys couldn't help swallowing.

"Nothing." Looking at the virtues of his grandsons, Master Feng couldn't help but scold.

"If you are promising, don't eat it!" Madam Feng, who was protecting his shortcomings, was not happy. After rebuking him, she greeted several grandchildren with a smile: "Don't talk to your grandfather, come and eat quickly."

"That's the way to eat!" Several young masters refused the servant's move to take out the instant noodles with a small bowl, and directly pulled the instant noodle bucket in front of them and began to eat.

It's rare to see her grandsons have such a good appetite, Madam Feng was very happy, and then she didn't forget the grandson in her arms, and asked someone to bring a bucket of instant noodles, and put some noodles in a small bowl.

Originally, she was going to chill the noodles to feed to the grandson in her arms, but after smelling the tempting fragrance, she put it into her own mouth without knowing what to think.

Little Treasure, whose saliva was about to drip, was staring at the delicious noodles on the chopsticks. Unexpectedly, his grandmother ate it by herself. His eyes widened in an instant, and then he burst into tears with a "wow".

"Xiaobao doesn't cry or cry, grandma just helps you taste whether it's hot or not." Mrs. Feng explained with some embarrassment, and hurriedly made some noodles and brought them to his mouth.

After smelling the fragrance, the child carved in powder and jade burped, looked at the noodles delivered with big moist eyes, sniffed his nose, stopped crying after smelling the fragrance, and opened his mouth to eat the noodles.

Mrs. Feng heaved a sigh of relief. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that Master Feng curled his lips mockingly, glared at him, and then looked at the grandsons who were eating deliciously with a look of relief.

The smell of instant noodles always smells more and more fragrant, especially since it has been more than an hour since lunch, Mr. Feng rolled his throat when he smelled the strong fragrance in the room, and reached out his hand to touch a piece of his favorite from the past. Dessert, it feels tasteless when you eat it in your mouth.

Seeing his grandsons finished eating a bucket of noodles, pushing away the noodle bucket with only soup left, and going to get a second serving, Master Feng rebuked it as a waste in his heart.

They are old couples, how could Mrs. Feng fail to see that he wanted to eat instant noodles but couldn't get off the stage, but remembering that he just mocked his own account, she didn't let him go down the steps.

Seeing that the grandsons were eating so much that their heads were almost buried in the noodle bucket, and seeing that there was only the last bucket of noodles left on the table, he quietly glanced at the old wife who was feeding the grandson, and Master Feng silently rubbed to the side of the table, his movements were natural He pulled the bucket of instant noodles in front of him.

The last bucket was instant noodles with pickled cabbage and fish meat. Master Feng, who had a great appetite just by smelling the smell, looked at the very tempting fish meat on the surface. He just picked up the fork when he heard a coughing sound from behind.

Master Feng, whose body stiffened for a moment, turned his head back, met his old wife's half-smile expression, and said loudly: "Although our Feng family is rich, we must understand that every porridge and meal are hard-won. In order not to waste, this Master Bowl of Noodles, I will help eat it."

Seeing his desperate appearance, Mrs. Feng chuckled, "Who said it would be wasted, that bucket of noodles is what I want to eat, so I don't bother the master to help."

Wanting to say that with her appetite, sharing a bucket with Xiaobao is enough, Master Feng heard her emphasize the word "help", snorted, and went out with his hands behind his back. If you don’t eat, who cares about it” feeling.

In the middle of the night, Madam Feng, who felt the person next to her pillow wake up, slept for a while again in a daze, and found that he hadn't come back yet. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard footsteps.

When he lay down again, Mrs. Feng vaguely smelled the instant noodles, and while she couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't want to embarrass him anymore, so she pretended not to wake up and continued to sleep.

It was only a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival. After ordering people to go to Zhuangzi outside the city to ship the instant noodles to various places, Feng Hongjin was ready to rush home for the festival.

After personally sending him out of the city, on the way back home, Chu Lin suddenly felt a little melancholy when he saw that there was already a festive atmosphere on the street.

It was a bit disconcerting to find out that he sent Feng Hongjin away to the descendants, and now he was in a daze in front of him again, Zhao Xu felt inexplicably unhappy, "It's not that I will never see you again, why bother to act like this."

It is rare for him to take a vacation so that he can enjoy the flowers in the garden while practicing calligraphy. Chu Lin, who is not interested in flowers, is using this time to conceive his new novel in his mind. Hearing his words, he looks puzzled.

Yes, in ancient times when there were no mobile phones to touch fish, Chu Lin was very efficient. He used a pen to write the content behind the modern article in the first two days.

Shen Yi at the side turned his mind for a while, and was surprised to find that the master seemed to be jealous. After a while, he was stunned and didn't know how to explain, so he reminded in a low voice: "The master thinks that you and Mr. Feng know each other. For a few days, I was so reluctant to leave him, so..."

Shen Yi didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but gave him a look of "you understand".

"How could I be reluctant to leave Feng Hongjin?" Chu Lin, who didn't understand his eyes, was speechless.

Hearing this, Zhao Xu glanced at him, and before he could speak, Shen Yi asked first, "Then why are you unhappy these days?"

Meeting Zhao Xu's gaze, Chu Lin said embarrassedly: "Just thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival again, I feel that time flies so fast, I just sigh." Of course, there are also unavoidable reasons for missing modern people and things .

Hearing the sense of sadness and longing in his words, Zhao Xu, who couldn't comfort others, said, "Since the festival is about to be celebrated, there is no need to get up early these few days."

"That's great!" People only know how to cherish after losing. After learning that they can sleep late, Chu Lin became happy in an instant, and all worries disappeared in an instant.

"Can I stop practicing that character?" Chu Lin blinked at him after he was happy.

Practicing calligraphy requires persistence for a long time. Originally, Zhao Xu should have rejected him directly, but when he met those expectant eyes, he changed his words, "Practicing calligraphy is all about persistence, at most half an hour can be shortened."

"It's great!" Chu Lin, who didn't have much hope at first, jumped up shouting when he let go of his mouth.

Seeing him so happy, Zhao Xu couldn't help but reflect. He felt that although he had good intentions, he might not like it, so he said, "If you really don't want to, it's fine if you don't practice your handwriting."

Chu Lin sat down again, looked at him and explained: "I don't dislike it, I just want to be lazy."

what!

Suddenly thinking that what he is learning now can be used in modern times, Chu Lin looks at the people beside him, and leans down on the table with some excitement, "Didn't you say that you want to teach me to draw? I want to learn now!"

The person who just said he was going to be lazy just now took the initiative to learn other things. Zhao Xu looked him up and down, but he couldn't see anything except that he was inexplicably high.

However, he was willing to learn more, and Zhao Xu was happy to see the results, so he nodded and agreed not to say anything, and asked someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone while the iron was hot.

Chrysanthemums bloom best in the garden at this time, so Zhao Xu quickly drew a picture of autumn chrysanthemums.

After reading it carefully, Chu Lin eagerly expressed that he wanted to imitate the painting, so Zhao Xu gave him the seat.

Following his example, Chu Lin put on a posture and didn't start to write until the ink on the nib of the pen was about to drip off, and he finished drawing a chrysanthemum in just two strokes.

Shen Yi next to him came over curiously, and couldn't help laughing, "Is this a chrysanthemum? Why does it look like a crab?"

Hearing this, Chu Lin, who was still feeling pretty good about himself, became a little annoyed and said, "I'll give you the pen, and you can draw!"

"No, no, no, maybe I want to eat crabs so much that everything looks like crabs. You draw slowly, and I'll go to the kitchen to have a look." Shen Yi, who was glanced at by the master, waved his hands and ran away quickly.