Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 106 Eating Beef Noodles_1

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Eating Beef Noodles_1

People in those days were generally modest, and Nan Feng took up the custom modestly: "Just like most of the girls in the village, all I know is farming and planting vegetables. I don’t really possess any special skills that can take center stage."

Ye Ge added on Nan Feng’s behalf: "She made a faucet for the village and diverted water from the river to the vegetable field, now no one has to carry water to water the crops anymore."

Wan Jian’an was stunned once again: "What kind of head?"

"A faucet."

"It can divert water from the river to the vegetable field? How far is the river from the vegetable field?"

"About three or four miles."

"Oh," then Wan Jian’an started stroking his chin deep in thought.

Initially, when he started receiving Nan Feng and others, he appeared impatient. It wasn’t because he wanted to make things difficult for them, but because people in that era cared about face. He was a government official responsible for regulating the local water supply. Even though his rank wasn’t high, he was still an official in charge. Surely the small Shanxi village could have sent Lizheng or a village chief to negotiate with him. Sending two children and a freak of nature was just unthinkable.

Now that he learned about their talents, his displeasure vanished. It turned out that these groups of unassuming people were quite accomplished.

Especially when he heard about Nan Feng diverting the river water to the vegetable field, he was full of admiration. He decided then and there that he must go to Daping Village to see this faucet made by Nan Feng.

But it was already lunchtime. Not only did Wan Jian’an need to go home for a meal, he also needed to put away two sets of clothes. So he gave out thirty coins to Nan Feng’s group for them to eat out, and asked them to gather again at the entrance of Yamen after the meal.

Moreover, Wan Jian’an suggested Nan Feng and his companions to use his carriage for a return trip while the mule driver left first.

...

The county had countless restaurants, and Nan Feng’s group was standing on a street full of snack vendors, trying to decide what to eat.

Mo Wenxuan didn’t expect that he would be having a meal with Nan Feng and Ye Ge. He felt out of place because Nan Feng and Ye Ge seemed very close, but he was like an outsider.

However, as the son of the village chief, he had to maintain his pride, so he piped up first: "It’s a rare chance for us to be in town, why don’t we order some dishes? I have extra money if needed."

He thought that Nan Feng had never been to town before.

However, Nan Feng asked Ye Ge: "Where is that noodle shop we ate at last time in the county? I miss their beef noodles so much."

Ye Ge pointed to the end of the street: "The one with the red sign at the front."

"How about that one?" Nan Feng asked.

"Sure," naturally, Ye Ge would go along with Nan Feng’s suggestion.

Then Ye Ge turned to Mo Wenxuan: "We plan to eat beef noodles, do you want to join us? If you don’t feel like having noodles, we can split ten coins for you and you can find something else to eat."

After some thought, Mo Wenxuan decided to eat beef noodles with them.

...

Nan Feng was always very enthusiastic when it came to food, so she quickly led the way, with Ye Ge in the middle and Mo Wenxuan trailing behind.

Yet in his heart, Mo Wenxuan was pondering when these two could have come to the county before.

When exactly did it happen?

When they reached the beef noodle shop, Nan Feng immediately shouted to a waiter upon entering: "Three big bowls of beef noodles please."

The server responded: "Okay, is there anything else, sir?"

"A pot of tea, and a plate of fried vegetables, just fry some bean sprouts."

"Alright, wait a moment, please."

Following behind, Mo Wenxuan was stunned.

Indeed, he developed a newfound respect for Nan Feng after seeing her calm and composed demeanor in the presence of the official. He guessed if Zhou Dongdong or Aqiu were in her place, they would probably be trembling and unable to speak when stepping into the Yamen.

But Nan Feng was as comfortable as if she was walking into her own house, articulate and composed.

And now, in this noodle shop, the waiter was essentially a stranger to her, yet she entered and ordered without hesitation, showing no signs of being a village girl out of her element in the town.