Zhuji's roast duck is outstanding, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake outside the door is even more mouth-watering.
Jiang Ning answered Jiang Huaiye's call and left early. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake outside the door was still sweet, making Jiang Ning stop and stare.
"Master, do you want the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to be delivered?"
The old chef sells sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from a cart, so there is no reason for delivery.
"Young man, are you kidding me? How can I deliver food in this small business of mine? If you want to eat, just buy it back to eat, otherwise you can order takeout at home."
Jiang Ning smiled and praised, without deliberately flattering.
"In a takeaway shop, how can you find a chef who can make delicious and authentic food like yours?"
The master nodded in agreement.
"No, I've been selling here for twenty-six years."
Jiang Ning didn't say anything more, but used the money to buy a whole cart of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from the old master.
At the temporary training point at night, Director Zhao stopped tonight's self-study for tomorrow's exam.
"smell good!"
"Yes, it smells like osmanthus!"
"Is it Osmanthus Cake? I heard that Nancheng's Osmanthus Cake is very famous!"
During the conversation, Director Zhao pushed a cart of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into the house.
"Come, if someone treats you to some sweet-scented osmanthus cake, come one by one and don't try to grab it."
Director Zhao took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake alone and handed it to Su Meng, and signaled that someone was looking for her outside the door.
"Looking for me? Who is it?"
"Old man who sells sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I don't know exactly what you are looking for."
Su Meng took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand and went out in confusion.
The old man outside the door had white hair, but he was very energetic. When he saw Su Meng, he quickly stepped forward.
"Are you Miss Su Mengsu?"
"I am, what can I do for you?"
The old master waved his hand and said sheepishly:
"Oh, I just want Miss Su to settle the bill. A young man named Jiang bought all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from me and told me that the errand fees will be paid by you."
"...Come to marry me?"
Su Meng instantly felt that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand was no longer fragrant.
The young man named Jiang? Who else besides Jiang Ning? What does he want to do? He has already signed the divorce agreement, why is he still bothering him?
Su Meng forced the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand into her mouth and took out her cell phone in displeasure.
"How much?"
Her mouth was full of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and she was mumbling and speaking a little unclearly.
The master chef showed his QR code calmly, and after confirming that he had received the payment, he gave Su Meng an address.
"Miss Su, the young man said that he will wait for you here at nine o'clock tomorrow night."
Su Meng took the note, and familiar handwriting appeared on the paper.
It's not that she didn't notice Jiang Ning's abnormality these days, but she just didn't understand the reason.
"Thanks."
Su Meng did not continue watching the movie, but went back to the room.
She called Jiang Ning, but the line was busy. She sent a message to Jiang Ning, showing that she had been deleted and blocked.
Have you and him reached the point where we have no contact with each other?
If it was a complete breakup, why would he have to ask someone to hand him a note? It was so complicated. Could it be that he had something to hide?
Su Meng took out the note and read the address on the note repeatedly, but found nothing unusual until she turned the note over.
"Come on, be careful."
Su Meng was thinking about Jiang Ning in her mind and thought she would lose sleep. However, she fell asleep unusually quickly while lying on the bed.
It wasn't until she entered the examination room on the second day that Su Meng understood the meaning of Jiang Ning's note.
After all, the person who invigilated his exam was none other than Fan Ruxuan.
From the moment the two looked at each other, they were filled with many emotions.
Fan Ruxuan did not expect that she would invigilate Su Meng, but Su Meng had already made some preparations. For example, a box of spare pencils, spare erasers, etc.
Su Meng was also afraid that she was trying to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. But to be precise, she had to be on guard against others. In addition, there was already Jiang Ning between herself and Fan Ruxuan, so no one could see her.
No one will be happy.
During the entire exam in the morning, Fan Ruxuan circled around Su Meng. At the end, Su Meng was really upset by Fan Ruxuan, so she pushed her easel while Fan Ruxuan turned around.
A leg stuck out of the easel, causing Fan Ruxuan to stumble forward and fall. Su Meng had quick eyesight and quick hands. Of course, it was because she was well prepared and held onto the drawing board and easel that the classmates on the side were spared.
"Teacher! Can you stop hanging around in front of me all the time? It's affecting our exam! This is not a liberal arts exam, can you still cheat?"
When Su Meng saw the classmates beside her complaining, she felt a little happy and guilty at the same time.
Looking at Fan Ruxuan's face again, she turned pale for a moment.
The sketch in the morning was a stable performance. But Su Meng knew very well that if she wanted to widen the gap with others in terms of professional results, she had to mainly look at her color results.
But Fan Ruxuan was not prepared for the sketch test in the morning, and there were few tools for sketching. If she really wanted to use tricks, it would not be convenient for her to do so.
But the color test is different. There are many tools, and the possibility of accidents is also high. Just throw some water on the painting, apply two strokes of color, and you are done with the test!
Su Meng was a little anxious. After all, the exam in the morning had already offended Fan Ruxuan, so the afternoon was bound to be unlucky.
But what is supposed to come will always come, just like in this rainy Jiangnan, drizzle started falling again. At this time, the humidity in the entire examination room was not as high as usual.
No need to think about it. There was a hair dryer in the examination room today. I was afraid that I would not even have a chance to use the hair dryer.
Weather conditions are bad, and man-made conditions are even worse.
If this situation continues, your color test will not help you improve your score, but will drag you back.
Su Meng was in a dilemma, and she couldn't think of a solution until she entered the examination room.
Fan Ruxuan seemed to be able to invigilate the exam with ease this time. She neither wandered around in front of Su Meng nor deliberately caused trouble for Su Meng. Instead, she sat quietly on the podium, looked out the window from time to time, and walked around on the podium.
If someone wants a hair dryer, he will hand it over diligently.
Su Meng thought that since Fan Ruxuan was not a demon, she had to paint well, so she no longer had time to care about Fan Ruxuan's movements.
There were still thirty minutes left before the exam ended, so Su Meng put away her pen in advance and stopped adding paint online. After all, even if there were thirty minutes left, her painting might not be completely dry.
"Would you like to use a hair dryer?"
Fan Ruxuan handed the hair dryer to Su Meng, and Su Meng instinctively put her painting closer to her chest.
"No thanks."
"On a day like this, if you don't use a hair dryer, how can the painting dry completely? If it doesn't dry completely and it sticks to the previous painting, your exam paper will be almost invalid."
Su Meng still said nothing and had no intention of taking the hair dryer.
The exam time was getting shorter and shorter. Su Meng took a piece of paper, folded it into a square shape, and kept fanning the areas on the exam paper that were not yet dry.
And this half-dried area is usually the center of the work and the most outstanding part of the entire work.
Because the center is full of color, it can be painted a lot, and the paint will naturally not dry out easily.
The more anxious Su Meng became, the prouder Fan Ruxuan became.
As more and more people turned in papers, Su Meng fanned her hands faster.
"Hairdryer, do you want to use it?"
Fan Ruxuan looked at Su Meng arrogantly. Su Meng pursed her lips and took the hair dryer from Fan Ruxuan's hand as a last resort.
Just as Su Meng plugged in the power, the bucket overturned for some unknown reason.
She had to hold the hair dryer with one hand and lift the fallen bucket with the other.
"Oops, my shoes!"
The examinee on the side screamed in disgust, and Su Meng quickly took out the napkin and wanted to help the classmate wipe it.
"sorry Sorry……"
"What did you do? My shoes are very expensive. I'm really annoyed. How can I wear them when paint and dirty water get on them? Do you know that these luxury shoes are difficult to clean and care for?"
Su Meng held the hair dryer in one hand, but her attention was entirely attracted by this classmate's shoes.
It was indeed the water in his bucket that stained his shoes, and the unwashed paint from the brush was smeared on her shoes. Su Meng couldn't help but frown.
I know the brand of the shoes. If it is a high-end luxury brand, the shoes must not be cheap.
"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. When the exam is over, can we leave our contact information?"
The examinee rolled his eyes helplessly and nodded helplessly.
But the next second, the examinee's eyes were full of fear.
"Quick, quick...fire! Fire! It's on fire!"
Su Meng turned to look at the color painting at hand. At some point, the painting on the drawing board was close to the air outlet of the hair dryer. A black hole had been burned out in the center, and white smoke was rising.
In a panic, someone tried to pour water on her. Su Meng's first reaction was to unplug the power cord to save her life. Fortunately, the power cord was pulled out in time. Otherwise, she might have been responsible for her life.
Fan Ruxuan stepped forward with a calm face, looking at everything in front of her, her eyes full of teasing, and her concerned tone made Su Meng gag.
"How's it going? Is anyone okay?"
Su Meng looked at her half-burnt, half-drenched color painting, and her whole body was shaking with rage.
She knew all too well that it was not the painting that was affixed to the hair dryer in her hand, but that the drawing board had been pushed down at some point and was affixed to the air outlet of the hair dryer.
If you push it yourself, there will obviously be a lot of movement.
But this time, there was no movement at all.
Moreover, the overturned bucket was too clever. Why did it just tip over the candidate's shoes?
The answer was too obvious, but Su Meng didn't have any evidence.
She stared closely at Fan Ruxuan, who still looked like a good person, but the provocative smile in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
"Oh, it's all an accident, classmate, don't take it too seriously. I'll report the situation to the leader. If it doesn't work, we'll just repeat it. It's nothing!"
"Reread?"
Fan Ruxuan knew clearly that at her age and in this situation, it would be impossible for her to have a second chance to study again, but she still said these two words lightly just to anger herself.
"Thank you, proctor. No need to report the situation. I will hand in the paper."