A Blessed Daughter

Chapter 230: than poetry

Chapter 230: than poetry

Chapter 230 Comparing Poems

After the meal, everyone chatted about the meal just now.

"Is this Zui Xianju a new cook? This dish is more delicious than before, with a rich taste, which makes it tasteless when I eat other dishes after eating his dishes."

"I don't know, I only know that the dishes in his family taste so good that the chef at home can't make them."

"My old lady also likes to eat his family's dishes recently, and has ordered people in the mansion to buy them several times."

"There is also a lo mei shop nearby. The lo mei it makes is different from other places. It tastes very good. Compared with it, the taste of other places always feels a little less."

"..."

Wei Ruo listened on the sidelines without interjecting, but he was happy in his heart.

The more people are like this, the more beneficial it is for her small workshop. Not only will Fan Chengxu be more willing to cooperate with her, but it will also be easier to expand other sales channels in the future.

At the same time, the students of the Anzhou College next door also had the same lunch, with a slight difference that they had an extra dish of snake soup that Mr. Lu asked for.

However, Lu Yuhong seemed dissatisfied with this snake soup. He felt that the taste was bland, and he failed to bring out the beauty of the snake soup.

I am very satisfied with the dishes of Zuixianju.

"This guy surnamed Fan, why did he change the cook in a few days, I should have gone to eat at his restaurant if I knew it earlier." Lu Yuhong hated seeing each other for a while.

After muttering, Lu Yuhong found Xu Fengyuan next to him looking at the female relatives through the fence.

"Xu Fengyuan, what are you looking at?" Lu Yuhong asked.

"I'm looking at my sister." Xu Fengyuan explained immediately.

"What is your sister doing?" Lu Yuhong asked again.

"I... my sister is rather naughty, I want to see if she behaves well today." Xu Fengyuan explained, with a little dodge in his eyes.

"Really?" Lu Yuhong felt that Xu Fengyuan's expression was strange.

"Brother Lu, is today's meal to your liking?" Xu Fengyuan intentionally changed the subject.

"The cooking of the Yi family cook is so-so, but the dishes are new. I have never eaten these wild vegetables when I was in the north. Zuixianju's dishes are good, especially the dish of braised meat, which makes people want to eat more." Lu Yuhong commented.

"When I go back to the city later, I'll ask the boy to go and buy some more lo mei from that lo mei shop for Brother Lu." Xu Fengyuan said.

"What? Isn't the lo mei from Zuixianju?" Lu Yuhong asked.

"Well, it's not Zuixianju's, it's a shop that specializes in lo-mei. The shop looks ordinary, but the taste is excellent. Many big families in Fucheng buy his lo-mei." Xu Fengyuan explained.

"So powerful, more capable than Fan?" Lu Yuhong suddenly became interested.

Seeing that Lu Yuhong was interested, Xu Fengyuan began to talk to Lu Yuhong about seeing the lo-mei shop.

It is rare for the son of the Lu family to be interested in things other than war martial arts, so Xu Fengyuan naturally wants to follow his interests.

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After the meal, the female relatives rested for a while, and Xu Yaojun suggested that everyone write a poem with the theme of spring.

This proposal was quickly approved by the ladies.

Wei Qingwan also recovered from the trance just now.

If Wei Ruo didn't speak, she didn't want to participate, but now that everyone is in high spirits, she has no part to say no to.

Only Xu Yaojun took the lead, and then all the girls followed.

The scene was a bit lively, and whenever there was a good sentence, there was always a burst of applause.

These voices were vaguely mixed with the voices of men from the next door.

The students of Anzhou College are just separated from them by a fence, and there are many flowers and shadows in the middle. Although it is difficult to see people clearly, they can still hear clearly when they are quiet and listen to the voice.

Probably knew that this side was composing a poem, and that side stopped to listen to the poem.

When it was Wei Ruo and the others' turn at the table, Wei Qingwan spoke first, and read something. Wei Ruo was a little absent-minded and didn't listen carefully, and then heard a burst of applause from the surrounding people, which was louder than ever before. Be enthusiastic, even the voices of the men next door are much louder than before.

It seemed that all the ladies present were praising Wei Qingwan, and Wei Qingwan said something shyly.

Wei Ruo didn't listen carefully to these, because firstly, she really didn't have much interest in such programs; secondly, composing poems was really not her strong point.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Ruo heard Yun Shi and Wei Qingwan calling him.

"Ruo'er, it's your turn."

"Sister, it's your turn to write poetry."

Wei Ruo came back to his senses and replied calmly: "I'm not good at poetry."

Wei Ruo knew that what she said would definitely make everyone's impression of her greatly discounted, but she didn't mind it very much. The enthusiasm of Mrs. Tongzhi and Mrs. Jin for her just now made her a little overwhelmed.

She didn't really want to gain a good reputation among them, so she simply admitted that she was not good at poetry.

Seeing Wei Ruo's refusal like this, the others also fell silent.

However, Wei Qingwan said: "My sister learned from Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is recognized as a talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River. Her poems are outstanding. My sister must be modest to say so."

Hearing this, Wei Ruo's mind was completely back.

Outsiders don't know, but she, Wei Qingwan, should be very clear. It has only been a year since she returned to Xiaowei's mansion, and it has only been half a year since she studied under Wang Caiwei.

Writing poetry is not an easy task, it requires profound accumulation.

And she knew that Wei Ruo's time in school was short, but she still said such things in front of everyone, which made it difficult for Wei Ruo not to suspect that she had ulterior motives.

"I'm really not good at poetry, my sister shouldn't force me." Wei Ruo expressed his attitude again.

Wei Ruo's words have reached this point, Mrs. Tongzhi wants to smooth things over for Wei Ruo and let everyone skip her.

Miss Wei's poems should indeed not be very good, otherwise she wouldn't say so bluntly that she is not good at poems at this time.

Madam Tongzhi thinks it's nothing. It doesn't matter if the poems are slightly inferior. From the perspective of choosing the head of the house, it's not a big problem.

Wei Qingwan said to Wei Ruo again before Mrs. Tongzhi spoke: "Sister, don't be humble, everyone has already written poems, and it's up to you."

Everyone has done it, but Wei Ruo refuses to do anything, it seems that Wei Ruo is very out of group.

It is always necessary to say a few sentences whether it is good or bad, after all, not all the sentences that were spoken just now were very exciting.

While speaking, Wei Qingwan stared at Wei Ruo with expectant eyes.

Looking at Wei Qingwan's watery eyes, Wei Ruo suddenly changed his mind, and then blurted out: "Then I'll make a song."

Wei Ruo looked around, and then his eyes fell on the peach forest behind him, and then said to Xu Yaojun who was in charge of writing: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

After Wei Ruo finished speaking, everyone fell silent.