Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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At the dining table, Fang Cheng was eating while looking at the messages on his phone. He nearly poked his nostrils with his chopsticks, but was slapped away by He Yan's sharp-eyed and quick-handed slap.

"Don't play with your phone while eating." He Yan said coldly.

Fang Cheng snorted, without any remorse, "My mother asked you if you want to eat tamales, she just learned how to do it."

"Of course it's fine if Auntie is willing."

"Then I'll tell her."

He Yan looked at his nose, his nose, and his heart, and said indifferently: "Are you going back today?"

Since the summer vacation, Fang Cheng hangs out here almost every day, and even sleeps here occasionally at night. Not only the two of them are used to it, but even Fang's parents are not surprised.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment: "Go back, I'm afraid that one day I will have an extra brother or sister if I don't go home."

Alder He: "Oh"

He pretended well, but it didn't mean that Fang Cheng wouldn't find out, he smiled narrowly: "Why, don't you want to part with me?"

He Yan said lightly: "Thinking too much."

"Haha, you just can't bear to part with me." Fang Cheng was so proud that his tail almost went up in the sky, "Don't be shy, I'll just stay with you."

"...Aunt and Uncle won't talk about you?"

Fang Cheng shook his head and curled his lips: "They both wish that I would not be here so that the two of them would be better off."

He Yan: "So they actually want a younger brother or sister?"

"...I refuse." Fang Cheng picked some vegetables for him, and suddenly remembered his plan: "By the way, I'm going to Nancheng in two days, you go with me."

"what's up?"

Fang Cheng: "Maybe it's just to visit the vegetable market?"

Returning to Nancheng was planned on the first day of his rebirth, but it was meaningless to do some things too long in advance, so it was delayed until today.

There is a large farmer's market in Nancheng. Half of the supermarkets in Beijing buy and sell fruits and vegetables from this market. It occupies a huge area and has a large resident population. If the bombing in the previous life did not happen in the early morning, the casualties would definitely not be just a few dozen people. .

Fang Cheng came to the vegetable market with He Yan five days before the bombing. After walking around the streets for a long time, he found a restaurant street hidden in the depths of the market for insiders to eat.

Fang Cheng is not familiar with this place. After the second explosion in his previous life, he came here more than once, hoping to find Fang Zhiming's body and put it in the ground for safety. Only to find half a burnt shoe.

In this life, Fang Zhiming will never participate in this case again, but if he does not interfere, others will die or die.

Fang Cheng was one of those family members who cried bitterly, and of course he didn't want the same thing to happen again.

Following his memory, he found the place where the explosion occurred in his previous life. He looked up at the signboard, and it turned out to be a shop specializing in snail noodles. Probably because he was afraid that the smell would be too strong, even during business hours, the doors and windows were tightly guarded.

The moment Fang Cheng pushed open the door, He Yan was attacked by an unknown smell, and almost fainted on the spot. The word Chuan between his eyebrows had never been so deep.

He grabbed Fang Cheng: "I don't want to eat here."

Fang Cheng turned his head, amused by his wrinkled expression: "That's not possible."

He Yan: "Change to another one."

Fang Cheng grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him in: "I want to eat this. The boss will bring you two bowls of snail noodles!"

The proprietress in the house let out a sigh: "Do you want to add ingredients?"

"Add more vegetables, fried eggs and pig's feet each."

"alright, please wait."

Finding a seat at random, Fang Cheng looked at the whole store.The overall decoration is old, the menus on the wall are faded, and the chairs are also four-legged round stools without a back.

But in such an old dining environment, the doors and windows for welcoming guests are extraordinarily bright, as if they were newly installed.

Fang Cheng looked back several times, and started talking to the proprietress: "Madam proprietress, why are the doors and windows closed so tightly?"

The proprietress was skilled at scooping up noodles, and she raised her eyes and smiled friendlyly at Fang Cheng during the period: "There is a new dessert shop next door, and they insisted that the snail noodles are too smelly, which affects his customer base, and they quarreled with me for several days. I couldn’t quarrel with him, so I replaced the doors and windows and sealed them up.”

No wonder it will explode. The seal is so tight. Once the gas leaks out and mixes with the air, it will easily reach the limit concentration. If it encounters an open flame again, an explosion is a certainty.

While thinking, the proprietress had already brought up the snail noodles.

He Yan pushed the bowl away with a look of disgust: "I won't eat."

The proprietress smiled and brought him a pair of chopsticks: "It's the first time for the young man to eat snail noodles."

"Yeah, that's why I want to bring him here to taste it." Fang Cheng took a sip of the powder and let out a satisfied sigh: "It's cool!"

"No one can insist on two bowls under the charm of snail noodles. If there is, then you will definitely fall in love with the third bowl." The proprietress returned to the counter with a kind and friendly attitude: "If you want soup, you can call me Jiaha, It’s not that there is no one in the restaurant, so I can greet you.”

"Okay, thank you lady boss."

Fang Cheng had a good meal, and He Yan had a hard time eating. When there was still half of it left, Fang Cheng walked outside the kitchen window and passed the bowl to the woman inside through the transparent window: "Add some soup."

"Any more ingredients?"

"I want another fried egg."

Taking advantage of the time to fill the soup, he quickly took a look at the pipes in the kitchen.Obviously, the plumbing and decoration are of the same age, exposed, and there is a dilapidated orange gas concentration alarm.

The proprietress returned the bowl to him, "Okay."

"Thank you." Fang Cheng smiled, and decided to go straight to the point: "Miss Boss, the gas alarm in your kitchen should be replaced. This model no longer meets the specifications."

"Really?" She looked back, "Many of our merchants use this."

He shook his head very firmly: "Then you should all change. The country has newly issued standards, which are too old. My dad is a policeman in Shuyun District. Recently, the higher-ups are asking them to check the regulations at the grassroots level. It will probably be soon. It's over here."

This is not a random fabrication, the new standard is true, and the inspection is false.To be on the safe side, exaggerating the facts shouldn't be a problem.

"That's terrible!" The proprietress took out her mobile phone and took a picture of the alarm: "I have to tell everyone in the group, if it is found that it does not meet the regulations, it will be fined?"

"Of course, there are quite a lot of fines." Fang Cheng said with a heavy tone: "And the pipes are also checked for their oldness. You'd better ask the nearby merchants to change them quickly. It will take up to three days to check here gone."

"Three days? So tight?" The proprietress saw that she was an honest person, and immediately started calling her husband to explain the situation.

Fang Cheng added while the iron was hot: "Hurry up, there are so many merchants in this area, don't expect too many people to make maintenance appointments and not be able to line up."

"Yes, yes, you are right to remind."

After he retired, he went back to his seat and finished eating the noodles. When he looked up, a certain obedient had already completed the slogan "Operation CD" on the table by himself.

Fang Cheng bent his eyes and smiled: "Is it delicious?"

"Hmm. It doesn't smell bad." He Yan took out a tissue and handed it to him, and wiped his mouth himself, "Let's go?"

"The task is completed, of course we can go."

He Yan's expression was complicated: "You came here across half of the city just to let me taste the stinky powder?"

The two walked out of the store together, and Fang Cheng pointed to the three big characters on the signboard: "What stinky noodles, people call them snail noodles."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, this thing will be popular in the future!"

He Cheng raised his eyebrows: "I don't believe it."

Fang Cheng was really anxious: "You have to believe it!"

"Why?"

"I'm your boss! Everything I say is right!"

He Yan raised the corners of his mouth: "All right, you evil capitalist."