There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 10 Where does the money come from?
Yang Songlan opened her mouth slightly and didn't dare to ask, then she reacted and hugged Song Rutang and looked left and right.

"But he was injured? He paid so much money, so my Tangbao must have been seriously injured. Let me take a look at it quickly. Let's go see the doctor."

These words made Song Rutang dumbfounded. He explained to Yang Songlan for a long time before Yang Songlan believed that this was the money he got from selling recipes.

Yang Songlan burst into tears, feeling guilty that she could not be used, and lamenting that her daughter had grown up and had great abilities.

However, it was already past dinner time, and Yang Songlan had no chance to try the Yangchun noodles. Song Rutang only received a favorable comment from Mrs. Qian.

The two simply turned off the lights and went to bed, waiting to see the situation the next day.

Just as she fell asleep, Song Rutang saw her modern home, which was still as tidy as before she traveled through time. Mianmian was sleeping soundly in the nest.

Although she was in a dream, Song Rutang's eyes were still slightly moist. She stretched out her hand to touch Mianmian, but someone cut off her beard.

Looking up, he found that the person was actually his modern self, with exactly the same appearance, but the lingering panic in his eyes was something he had never seen before.

Having read a lot of novels, Song Rutang could roughly guess what the situation was like now, and waved to say hello to the man.

"hello."

Hearing the sound, the other Song Rutang seemed to have expected it, and calmly spoke to Song Rutang:

"I know what you want to do with so much money, but you can't leave my mother alone. If you leave, my mother will be sad."

She can actually observe the situation on her side?

Song Rutang immediately frowned and tried to complain to the force that made them exchange bodies: "This is not fair."

Another one, Song Rutang, picked up Mianmian. The sleeping Mianmian's back stood upright. After feeling the breath in her arms, she immediately softened and meowed into the void.

"There is nothing unfair. You still have the system, but I have nothing. I know nothing about your world. I can only rely on observing the situation on your side to talk about lovesickness."

The other Song Rutang sighed, raised his eyes and glanced out the window, realized that it was almost dawn, and gave an instruction:
"You can't abandon my mother. In exchange, I will take care of your cat for you."

Song Rutang still wanted to speak, but with a shudder, she sat up from the bed.

Yang Songlan was awakened by the sound, her eyes were bleary, and she got up to look at Song Rutang:
"Is Tang Bao having a nightmare again? Don't worry, don't worry, mother is here."

Song Rutang sighed, and in turn persuaded Yang to sleep, looking at the box of money she earned in a daze.

To be honest, she did have a plan to fly alone, but since her original body had already spoken, it would be unkind to do so.

He sighed again, finally put on his clothes, stood up, and quietly went downstairs to the kitchen.

The master and apprentice had already gotten up and prepared the ingredients and were busy making breakfast. When they saw Song Rutang coming in, their faces were still wary.

Song Rutang was slightly helpless.

After all, after asking the system, the food must be cooked by her own hands to get good reviews. Now she came here just for the good reviews. Unexpectedly, the master and apprentice thought she was here to steal business.

Fortunately, they were leaving today. Song Rutang didn't explain much, asked for a seat and started cooking enthusiastically.

The food sign in the front hall already had the name of Yangchun Noodles. Some people wanted to try it and ordered this noodle. As soon as Song Rutang made the first portion, the waiter brought it to the front hall.

[Good review +1] [High review +2]

……

The system beeps sounded one after another. Song Rutang knew that the dish was well received without having to listen to the sound in front of her, so she cooked one dish after another.

After a busy morning, Song Rutang finally had time to rest, picked up the last remaining bowl of Yangchun noodles and started eating.

I took a sip of the soup first. Before I could sigh, I picked up a piece of noodles and put it into my mouth. The smell was so delicious that I almost bit my tongue.

I don’t know how the lard provided by this system is made, but the noodles that go with it are extremely delicious. She has been cooking it all morning, and she has mastered the heat, which makes the noodles feel smooth and chewy, unlike any she has tasted in modern times. The authentic Yangchun noodles are even better.

The system also gave a prompt sound at this time, and it was calculated that she had received a total of 48 positive reviews, of which the extra 28 have been included in the additional positive reviews, and the mall can be opened with 72 more.

[It is detected that the host has taught a recipe. If the recipe is made by someone else, the praise received will be included in the additional praise at a ratio of 10:1]

Song Rutang's movement of eating noodles stopped. He didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

Although the ratio is a bit low, it is still much better than her doing it herself. Opening the mall is more promising, just like having a basic salary and feeling more at ease.

After a simple breakfast, Song Rutang walked to the front hall.

If she thought correctly, the Yang family was almost finishing breakfast in the front hall.

Looking around, he found the Yang family in the corner. Song Rutang sat over, but before he could even sit down, he heard Zhu's sharp voice rang out again:
"Hey, where is Rutang going this early in the morning? I heard that someone sent money to your mother's room last night? Rutang, listen to your second aunt's advice, even if you are poor, wait a minute I can’t even do anything.”

As he said this, he glanced at Old Mrs. Yang, her meaning was clear: I said this with good intentions, mother, you must take good care of this useless granddaughter.

Song Rutang knew that this was going to happen, so he sat down next to Yang and choked back:

"What is the next thing that the second aunt is talking about? Tang'er is still young and doesn't know what the next thing is. If the second aunt can explain it, she must be very clear about it. Why don't the second aunt explain it to Tang'er?"

"Whoever has done something wrong knows clearly in his heart."

When Zhu was told this, his face looked unhappy and he crooked his elbow. Yang Mingda said:

"My husband, please tell me, did you see someone delivering money to your sister's house last night? This is not nonsense."

Yang Mingda was so anxious that his face turned red:
"I just said that someone gave me money. When did I tell you that Tang Bao did something? Your mouth is really... ugh!"

"Then tell me, if her daughter's family hadn't done that kind of thing, how could they have exchanged it for a box of money? With how poor the Song family is, they wouldn't be able to get this much even if they sold out their family's assets. How much money!”

Seeing that Yang Mingda didn't help her, Zhu became anxious, pulled Yang Mingda and yelled, his eagerness frightened Yang Songlan.

"All right!"

Mrs. Yang glared at Mrs. Zhu, then turned her head to look at Song Rutang:

"Grandma believes that your mother is a good person, and she will never raise a bad child, but others don't know it, but she has doubts. In this case, tell me, where did the money come from? This morning Where have you been?"

Yang Songlan opened her mouth to explain, but Mrs. Yang held her down:
"Don't worry, listen to her."

(End of this chapter)