I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 123: Disastrous Cuisine

Murong Changqing held a large bowl in his hand, and wisps of steam were rising from the surface of the bowl.

With a smile on his face, he casually placed the large bowl on the stone table.

"Wife, Brother Wenjian, I thought you went to a restaurant for dinner."

"Hurry up and try these freshly made new-style noodles! I guarantee you'll rave about them!"

"Forehead!!"

Fang Xiaoxiao stuck her head in front of the large bowl, looking inside with a puzzled expression.

Inside the large bowl was a dark, almost black substance; its appearance clearly indicated that it consisted of black noodles.

But why are the noodles black? Did this guy find a squid?

She remembered seeing this type of noodle on a TV program once.

To be honest, I was shocked when I saw that the noodles were made from squid ink.

In the common understanding of ordinary people, black things are synonymous with bizarre or unappetizing food.

The reason food turns black is either because the heat was too high or because it contained Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine).

Fang Xiaoxiao was very curious, so she asked Murong Changqing.

"Where did you get this squid ink? I remember Changle County is surrounded by mountains and there are no squid there."

Changle County is located in a basin, surrounded by mountains, rocks and forests. Even the river is just a moat. Not to mention seafood like cuttlefish, even freshwater fish are extremely rare.

In ancient times, transportation was very inconvenient. Those who could eat seafood were either in Jiangnan Province or in Kyoto, the capital of the Dayu Dynasty.

Murong Changqing revealed a mysterious smile, looked around to make sure no one was around, and then muttered to himself.

"I definitely can't get my hands on cuttlefish, and besides, it has an extremely fishy smell, so how could I possibly use it to make noodles?"

"I used the store's face mask and kneaded it with flour to make the black noodles."

As he spoke, his voice grew louder, and a smug look appeared on his face.

The impression they give is, "Praise me, praise me, I'm a genius noodle master."

Fang Xiaoxiao had a strong urge to shove this guy into the toilet.

How much fake alcohol did Murong Changqing drink, and how much Brain Gold did he consume, to come up with such a bizarre idea?

She stared at Murong Changqing speechlessly, feeling incredibly angry at him.

"You, you really are..."

For a moment, I couldn't find any adjectives to describe him.

Seeing his wife so happy, Murong Changqing urged her to try it quickly.

Fang Xiaoxiao really wanted to refuse.

But Zhou Wenjian, who was standing next to her, had already brought the black noodles to her and started slurping them up with his bamboo chopsticks.

"Wow, these noodles have such a chewy texture! They're so smooth and slippery in my mouth, they go down in no time without me even having to chew them!"

Praise!

Seeing his exaggerated acting skills, Fang Xiaoxiao knew just how awful the noodles must be.

Although the face mask is made with pure natural herbs and honey, it is perfectly acceptable to try it.

But it's for external use only. Eating a little bit is okay, but if you ingest too much, the average person's body can't handle it, let alone using it to knead dough.

While eating, Zhou Wenjian praised Murong Changqing's excellent cooking skills.

As he ate, he felt a soreness in his nose, followed by a warm sensation flowing from his nostrils.

You have a nosebleed!

Fang Xiaoxiao immediately noticed that blood was constantly gushing from his two nostrils.

Wow, the effects of face masks are amazing! They not only improve the skin, but they're also a great tonic.

Murong Changqing was puzzled when he saw this.

"Hey, Wenjian, have you been getting too irritable lately? You even got a nosebleed from eating noodles."

"Ok?"

Zhou Wenjian then realized that he was having a nosebleed.

He subconsciously wiped his nose with his hand.

But a problem was discovered: the more he wiped his nose, the faster it bled, just like a broken faucet, and he couldn't stop it at all.

He had only taken two bites of the black noodles when he began to feel dizzy. The large bowl in front of him multiplied into two, three, four, until a black mass appeared.

"Quick, carry him into the room."

Fang Xiaoxiao immediately gave orders to Murong Changqing, who was still in a daze.

Murong Changqing immediately realized what was happening, and after making two "oh" sounds, he quickly carried the person to his wife's room.

"boom!"

As the door closed.

Murong Changqing stood blankly at the door, his mind racing, trying to figure out what went wrong and how he could have fainted after eating a mouthful of noodles.

After thinking about it, he immediately understood.

"It turns out that Zhou Wenjian is too weak to handle the nourishment. It seems that poor children are really pitiful. They are used to eating wild vegetables and plain porridge. It is easy for them to have problems when they eat such good food all of a sudden."

"It seems I still need to make some improvements, otherwise if I open a noodle shop in the future, ordinary people will definitely follow suit."

After finding the reason, he immediately turned around, picked up the noodles, and walked towards the main hall.

"Such good stuff should be tasted by Jin Yan!"

Standing by the door, listening to Murong Changqing's mutterings, Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but show a helpless expression on her face.

"Can't this guy think about whether the face mask could be the cause of his nosebleed?"

She turned and walked to the bedside, looking at Zhou Wenjian lying there unconscious.

"Hey, really! You knew it was a culinary disaster, but you still insisted on trying it. Now look what happened, you've got a problem!"

That's what they say, but their hands can't stop moving.

She reached into her hair and took out three silver needles, inserting them into acupoints on Zhou Wenjian's forehead.

About a quarter of an hour later, the effects of the medicine were finally expelled.

Fang Xiaoxiao wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, sat down at the square table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"It seems I still need to tell Murong Changqing that he can't use face masks to make weird dishes anymore, otherwise it would be terrible if someone dies from eating them."

"I'm still half asleep," Zhou Wenjian mumbled from the bed.

"Father, Mother, your unfilial son failed to find the Crown Prince and overturn your case."

He spoke softer and softer until, towards the end, it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

Fang Xiaoxiao walked to his side and sighed softly.

"Oh, what a poor child."

She didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only secretly decide to help him find the crown prince.

However, on the rooftop, Pei Yan looked at the two people below the gaps in the tiles.

He had just seen Murong Changqing and Zhou Wenjian at the stone table.

I was about to go up and say hello when Zhou Wenjian suddenly fainted.

This startled him greatly, and he even felt an urge to kill Murong Changqing.

Fortunately, Zhou Wenjian was unharmed, which dissuaded him from coming.

Pei Yan looked at the unconscious Zhou Wenjian, his eyes filled with guilt.

If it weren't for him, perhaps the Zhou family wouldn't have been wiped out.

It's all his fault.

"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer!"