Shen Yan was the capital’s most famous poor scholar and study machine, with a photographic memory and iron self-discipline.
No one knew that late at night, he would sneak into a little shop in a narrow alley just to eat a bowl of braised pork noodles.
Until the night before the palace examination, when stress left him unable to eat.
Jiang Yao brought out a bowl of clear noodle soup. “Eat up. If you don’t pass the top scholar exam, I’ll cook noodles for you for the rest of your life.”
With red eyes, he finished the bowl. The next day, his answers at the palace examination dazzled everyone.
On the day the results were announced, the newly crowned top scholar walked straight to her noodle stall. “Boss, can I book you for the rest of my life?”
