Shen Yi just wants to be a salted fish.
There is a half-dead noodle shop in Maoer Lane. The biggest worries every day are whether the chicken soup is thick enough, the noodles are not chewy, and Aunt Wang next door is asking for rent again.
Until Su Qingyan, the goddess of six doors, chased the snitch and broke into the store, and the stolen goods fell into the noodle soup pot. He was forced to sell himself with a lazy reasoning - "The tassel is Pingjing Road tribute silk, the stitches are in the shape of zigzag, and there are no more than three embroidery shops in the world that can take on this job."
Su Qingyan was eyeing him.
The first prostitute in the capital died in a secret room and wrote "Mr. Shen" before her death; the famous family paintings of the richest man disappeared out of thin air, leaving a shoe print of his left foot on the beam; the palace fire three years ago, the missing imperial chef, the lost forbidden recipe, and the sealed culvert, all clues point to the same word - Lin.
Shen Yi just wants to go back to the shop to make soup, but with every case solved, a lost delicacy is unlocked; with every step of investigation, "Yam Luo" who died in the fire three years ago is one step closer to him.
"I'm just a noodle seller." He said to everyone while waving a broken cattail leaf fan.
No one believed it. Because there were two daggers pressed under the stove, a drawing of the culvert drawn by Liu Ruyan with all his strength was locked in the drawer, and the pot of chicken soup that had been simmering for two hours was gurgling with human fireworks.
——It turns out that the owner of the best noodle restaurant in Beijing was once the sharpest knife in the Imperial City.
