But Qingxi is confident that she can learn pasta and cooking, and knows that the opportunity is rare. If she missed this store, she might not be able to find a suitable shop in a short time.

"I make the noodles myself, and I can learn how to run the shop. Mr. Yang, I know I am still young, but I really want to build a noodle shop. You rent the shop to me, right?" According to the conversation between Mr. Yang and Manager Zhou, Qingxi saw that Mr. Yang was very picky when he was looking for tenants. Now that the old man asked her so much, Qingxi was afraid that Mr. Yang would reject him. After all, he was young and innocent, and his face was thin. As he begged, his almond eyes became wet.

Beauty has a third-class level.

The third-class beauties in the bottom will easily attract men's attention, but may not touch men's hearts.

The second-class beauty in the middle can grasp the man's eyes and heart at the same time with just one glance, or feel admiration or pity.

A top first-class beauty, in addition to having the ability of a second-class beauty, can also make jealous women lose their minds, even if it is only for a while.

This was what the madam once told Mrs. Yang. Now Mrs. Yang feels that Qingxi is the top-notch beauty.

The little girl was pitiful. Sister Yang felt distressed when she saw it. She helped her casually and asked her husband to agree to her.

"Yes, Mr. Yang agreed. If you rent it out early, you can rest with peace of mind." The guest advised him.

Lu Duo held his hands in a little embarrassing. He wanted to help Qingxi, but he was afraid that opening a noodle restaurant was not a good idea.

He kept silent cautiously. Gu Huaixiu looked at the bowl of noodles, leisurely scooped a spoonful of soup, lowered his eyes and savored it carefully.

Mr. Yang finally spoke, but asked Qingxi a question: "You can rent you, but the girl needs to make a bowl of noodles first. I have to be sure you can support the noodle shop, otherwise it will harm you."

Qingxi was stunned. Now he asked her to do it?

She had never made noodles before, so she originally planned to rent a shop first and then go back and hurry up and practice a few pasta...

Mr. Yang looked at Qingxi's white and tender little hands and waited patiently.

The whispers of guests came from his ears, Qingxi's eyes returned to clear light, he lowered his head and thought, and then asked calmly: "What noodles do you want to eat?"

Panicked and unconfused, Mr. Yang liked the child more and more, and smiled and said, "Just pick up what you are good at, it's delicious."

Qingxi nodded, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Duo was itchy and followed without thinking, standing at the door to watch.
Chapter completed!