The Blessed Princess
Chapter 230 Comparing Poetry
After eating, everyone chatted about the food earlier.
"Is this the new chef Zuixianju? This dish is more delicious than before, with a rich taste, which makes me feel bored when eating other dishes after eating the dish. " "Come, I just know him
The dish is delicious, and the cook at home can not make it.” “
My old mistress liked to eat her cooking recently, and ordered the people at home to buy it several times.” “
There is also a pork restaurant near here. Lo mei made in the store was also different from other places, and it tasted really good. Compared to other places, it always feels a little less palatable." "..." - ".
Wei
Ruo listened to the side without interrupting, but in his heart But happy.
The more people like this, the more profitable his small workshop was, not only would Fan Chengxu be more willing to cooperate with him, but it would also be easier to expand other sales channels in the future.
At the same time, the students from Anzhou University next door were also having the same lunch, with the slight difference that they had the additional snake soup requested by Mr. Lu.
However, Lu Yuhong looked dissatisfied with this snake soup, he felt it tasted bland and he could not accentuate the beauty of the snake soup.
I was very satisfied with the Zuixianju dish.
"This man surnamed Fan replaced his cook after a few days. I should have gone to eat at his shop if I hadn't seen him for a few days. "Lu Yuhong hated meeting each other for a while.
After muttering, Lu Yuhong discovered Xu Fengyuan next to him was looking at the female relatives through the fence.
"Xu Fengyuan, what are you looking at?" Lu Yuhong asked.
"I see my sister," Xu Fengyuan immediately explained.
"Why did you see your sister?" Lu Yuhong asked again.
"I ...my brother is a bit naughty, I want to see if he behaves well today," explained Xu Fengyuan, with a slight dodge in his eyes.
“Really?” Lu Yuhong felt Xu Fengyuan's expression was strange.
"Sister Lu, is today's food to your liking?" Xu Fengyuan deliberately changed the subject.
"Taste the average chef, but the dish is new. I had never tasted this wild vegetable when I was in the north. Zuixianju dishes are delicious, especially boiled meat dishes, which makes people want to eat more. "Lu Yuhong commented.
"When I return to the city later, I will have the boy go and buy some lo-mei from that lo-mei shop for brother Lu," Xu Fengyuan said.
"What's? Wasn't lo mei from Zuixianju?" Lu Yuhong asked.
"Well, this doesn't belong to Zuixianju, this is a store that specializes in lo-mei. The shop looks ordinary, but it feels great. Many large families in Fucheng bought his lo-mei," Xu Fengyuan explained.
“Very strong, more capable than Fan?” Lu Yuhong suddenly became interested.
Seeing Lu Yuhong interested, Xu Fengyuan started talking to Lu Yuhong about seeing the lo-mei shop.
It was rare for a young master from the Lu family to be interested in things other than war martial arts, so Xu Fengyuan naturally wanted to follow his interest.
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After the meal, the female relatives rested for a while, and Xu Yaojun suggested that everyone write a spring-themed poem.
This proposal was quickly approved by the women.
Wei Qingwan also recovered from the trance earlier.
If Wei Ruo did not say anything, he naturally did not want to participate, but now that everyone was excited, he had no part to say no.
The scene was rather lively, and whenever there was a good sentence, there was always a standing ovation.
These voices vaguely mixed with the male voice from next door.
The students of Anzhou University were only separated from them by a fence, and there were many flowers and shadows in the middle of it, although it was difficult to see them clearly, they were still able to hear them clearly when they were silent.
Presumably knowing that this party was composing a poem, the other party specifically stopped to listen to the poem.
When it was Wei Ruo's turn and the others at the table, Wei Qingwan spoke first, and read something.Wei Ruo was a little dazed and did not listen closely, not listening closely, then heard a standing ovation from the people around him, which was louder than ever.Enhance, even the voice of the man next door was much louder than before.
It seemed that all the wives and women present were praising Wei Qingwan, and Wei Qingwan said something shyly.
Wei Ruo did not listen to this carefully, because firstly, he was really not too interested in such a program; secondly, writing poetry was really not his strength.
Soon after, Wei Ruo heard Yun Shi and Wei Qingwan calling out to him.
"Ruo'er, it's your turn."
"Sister, it's your turn to write poetry."
Wei Ruo regained his senses and replied calmly: "I'm not good at poetry."
Wei Ruo knew that what he said would definitely make everyone his impression of him greatly reduced, but he did not mind him too much The enthusiasm that Ny had just shown. Tongzhi and Ms. Jin made it too much.
He didn't really want to gain a good reputation among them, so he just admitted that he wasn't good at poetry.
Seeing Wei Ruo's refusal like this, the others fell silent as well.
However, Wei Qingwan said: "My brother learned from Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is recognized as a talented woman south of the Yangtze River. His poetry is incredible. My brother should be humble to say it." Hearing this, Wei Ruo's mind was completely
revert.
The outsider did not know, but he, Wei Qingwan, should have been very clear.It had only been a year since he returned to Xiaowei's house, and it had only been half a year since he had studied under Wang Caiwei.
Writing poetry is not an easy task, it requires a deep accumulation.
And he knew that Wei Ruo's time in school was short, but he still said such things in front of everyone, which made it difficult for Wei Ruo not to suspect that he had ulterior motives.
"I'm really not good at poetry, so please don't force me, sister." Wei Ruo revealed his attitude again.
Wei Ruo's words had reached this point, Madam Tongzhi wanted to smooth things out for Wei Ruo and let everyone miss it.
Miss Wei's poem shouldn't be too good, otherwise she wouldn't have said frankly that she wasn't good at poetry at the moment.
Bu Tongzhi thought it was okay, it didn't matter if the poem was a little lower, from the point of view of choosing the head of the house, it wasn't a big deal.
Wei Qingwan said to Wei Ruo again before Madam Tongzhi spoke: "Sister, don't be humble, everyone has already written poetry, so it's up to you." Everyone had written poetry, but Wei Ruo refused to write anything, It seemed
that Wei Ruo was very out of the group.
For better or worse, you have to say a few sentences, after all, not all the sentences you said earlier were very exciting.
As he spoke, Wei Qingwan looked at Wei Ruo with expectant eyes.
Looking at Wei Qingwan's watery eyes, Wei Ruo suddenly changed his mind, and then said: "Then I will make a song." Wei Ruo looked around, and then
his eyes were fixed on the peach forest behind him, Then he said to Xu Yaojun who was in charge of writing: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Subsequent to
Wei Ruo finished speaking, everyone fell silent.