The conditions Xie Lingyue put forward were almost the same as in the original plot. They were nothing more than to make He Xiaoman ugly and dwarf herself to highlight her excellence. Her grades could not be better than hers, her dress could not be prettier than hers, and she should try to remain taciturn.

"I have to rank lower than you in the exam. I have to pretend to be less smart than you and uglier than you. If you have nothing to do, talk about your advantages in front of your classmates. Then I will give you my lobster pasta recipe to the Xie family, and you will let it go."

Should I go back and continue to be the second young lady of the Xie family?" He Xiaoman raised an eyebrow and asked Xie Lingyue.

Xie Lingyue nodded, looking at her as if she was a little unhappy and explained: "After all, I am their biological daughter. Every parent wants their children to be better, so the less you attract attention, the more you give in to everything.

Me, only then will my parents be happy and see your sincerity."

Xie Lingyue shamelessly blamed everything on trying to appease Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie. Only when they are happy will they allow Xie Yuyuan to return as the real second lady of the Xie family.

"They are happy, but I am not happy!" He Xiaoman said lightly: "I can make money by selling noodles in school. Why do I have to go back to Xie's house and live in a grocery room under the stairs that doesn't even have air conditioning?

, and then he was scolded by those servants and insulted by the Xie family?"

"No, you believe me. Everyone ate the noodles you brought to mom and dad last time. Mom was very happy and said that Xiao Yuan is much more sensible than before. I took the opportunity to ask you to come back. I persuaded her.

They promised you for a long time that you would be well-behaved and obedient before they agreed."

"Some people are destined to have no luck, and some people are destined to have no money. There is no need to force it."

He Xiaoman turned around and was about to enter the classroom. Xie Lingyue wanted to hold her hand, but only grabbed the sleeve of He Xiaoman's new clothes: "If, I mean, if I give brother Tingyuan to you, will you consider returning the favor?"

Home? Don’t you like him the most? "

He Xiaoman corrected Xie Lingyue with a cold face: "I don't like your brother Tingyuan. In the past, we had more contact with each other because the two families were getting married. Now that we are each our own, you should like your brother Tingyuan yourself.

I, Xie Yuyuan, will fight for whatever I like, and I don’t need charity from others, let alone transfer from others.”

He Xiaoman, who turned around and left, did not see Xie Lingyue's cold eyes, nor did he hear the murmur in her mouth.

"Xie Yuyuan, you forced me to do this."

After a period of fermentation, He Xiaoman's lobster noodles have become famous in the imperial capital, especially because they sell up to ten bowls a day, which makes people love and hate them.

In the live broadcast room, [the most handsome man in the world of labor and management] kept wailing.

"Little beauty, just give me one bowl, one bowl, can't I pay twice for it?"

He Xiaoman knew that this person was Han Qing's brother Han Mu.

These two cousins ​​are really weird in the world. They even have matching online names. That one is the best, and this one is the most handsome.

As the weather gets colder, the sales of lobster noodles are increasing, but of course the sales cannot exceed ten bowls.

As a result, He Xiaoman ate one bowl at noon that day, and He Xiaoman gave Han Qing a bowl on his birthday. The remaining eight bowls were all bought by an account, and they were sold instantly.

This was the first time that He Xiaoman sold out all the noodles at noon. Thinking that he had earned 15,000 yuan in one day, he felt that he was one step closer to becoming rich and buying a house.

Then she was entangled by [the most handsome man in the world].

"I am your first customer and first buyer. Who are you selling to but not selling to? Can't you make an exception for me?"

Others in the live broadcast room also followed suit.

"I despise the anchors. They only use hunger marketing to sell their faces. This is too much!"

"Hype, Hong Guoguo's hype! Nowadays, Internet celebrities can give up everything, including their faces, in order to be famous!"

He Xiaoman never responded to those words in the live broadcast room.

She still ate her bowl of lobster noodles leisurely.

After a while, He Xiaoman sent a message to his V-mail: "Little beauty, help me, can you sell me the bowl you are eating? I will pay double!"

He Xiaoman frowned, why is this not over yet?

How can you sell something you half-eaten to others, especially something that is eaten in a special way like noodles? It is simply an indirect exchange of saliva.

Reject decisively.

Then He Xiaoman's live broadcast room was suddenly flooded with ten Cloud-Piercing Arrows one after another.

At first, He Xiaoman thought that Han Mu was so angry that he went crazy in the live broadcast room. Later, he found out that the person who gave gifts was not the handsomest one, but the best one, the cousin who wanted to compare with Han Mu in everything.

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"Thank you to the beautiful anchor for sticking to the principle and being laid off after ten bowls. You helped me win the dog!"

He Xiaoman looked confused.

Then the two started pecking each other in rookie mode in He Xiaoman's live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room burst into laughter.

It turns out that the two brothers made a bet, and the content of the bet was that Han Mu would not be able to eat lobster noodles today.

In fact, the two brothers started fighting again. Since He Xiaoman's lobster noodles can only be ordered in this city, and his cousin is now in country m, Han Mu showed off that he could eat lobster noodles today, but someone else couldn't.

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He Xiaoman suddenly realized that the eight bowls of noodles were actually bought by his cousin.

Rolling his eyes unseemly, He Xiaoman replied to the first post in the live broadcast room for the first time: "Can you tell me what your bet is?"

"The loser will treat the other party to lobster noodles!"

The first shout was loud and clear.

Well, then you are really awesome.

A bowl of lobster noodles cost 1888 yuan. In order to win this bowl of noodles, I bought eight bowls first, and then bought the Cloud Piercer for 2888 yuan in the live broadcast room...

With two such ancestors, it is a miracle that the Han family has not gone bankrupt until now.

"Beauty anchor, what's in that big box behind you? Is it lobster noodles?"

The first stick suddenly asked He Xiaoman.

"No, there are musical instruments inside." He Xiaoman replied.

Many people in the live broadcast room participated, guessing what kind of musical instrument would be inside this shaped box? Some people said it was a violin, but it didn't look like it. Could it be folk music?

Amidst all the speculation, He Xiaoman once again received ten cloud-piercing arrows as a reward.

This time it was Han Mu.

It turned out that the two had bet again, and this time it was Han Mu who won.

You bet that I will get rich. He Xiaoman thinks that the more such behavior, the better.

I made a lot of money this day.

There was no face to sell, and everyone was bored. When He Xiaoman was about to place a call, Han Mu suddenly said: "Little beauty, please open your box and let us see what instruments are inside."

Is this...another bet?

Since the God of Wealth was the stupid brother of one of the host's few friends, He Xiaoman advised them not to bet again.

Too wasteful.

I want to share half of it with the platform. Wouldn’t it be nice if you just sent me a red envelope?

So He Xiaoman opened the box at everyone's request: "It's a konghou."

Many people in the live broadcast room had never seen this instrument before, so they all asked He Xiaoman to play a section.

He Xiaoman's heart moved. She has memory of the host's skills. She may not be able to reach the host's level, but she can barely perform it to about 80%. Once she leaves this realm and returns to the host, she can completely use this as a means of making a living.

!

He Xiaoman sat down quietly, put the konghou on his knees, half-stretched his arms, and moved his slender fingers, making a melodious sound like a guzheng.

He dared to perform in public because He Xiaoman had practiced it in his spare time. Because its sound is somewhere between the guzheng and the piano, there are many tunes suitable for the konghou. However, He Xiaoman knew nothing about the music theory of the instrument and relied entirely on the host's memory.
Chapter completed!