Chapter 230 Comparing Poems
After dinner, everyone talked about the meal just now.
"Did Zuixianju have a new chef? The dishes are more delicious and rich in flavor than before. As a result, after eating his dishes, I felt that eating other dishes was boring." "I don't know either, I just know that
he This dish tastes so good that no cook at home can make it." "
My old lady also likes to eat his dishes recently, and has ordered people in the house to buy them several times." "
There is also a braised food restaurant nearby. The braised food made in this shop is also different from other places. It tastes very good. In comparison, the food elsewhere always feels like it lacks a little taste." "..."
Wei
Ruo listened to the side and did not interrupt, but in his heart But happy.
The more people do this, the more beneficial it will be to 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 from Anzhou College next door also had the same lunch. The slight difference was that they also had an extra dish of snake soup that Mr. Lu requested.
However, Lu Yuhong seemed not very satisfied with this snake soup. He felt that the taste was bland and failed to bring out the beauty of snake soup.
I am very satisfied with the dishes at Zuixianju.
"This man surnamed Fan, why did he change the cook after not seeing each other for a few days? If I had known, I should have gone to his restaurant to eat." Lu Yuhong felt a little resentful that it was too late to meet him.
After finishing his muttering, Lu Yuhong found Xu Fengyuan beside him looking at the female family members through the fence.
"Xu Fengyuan, what are you looking at?" Lu Yuhong asked.
"I'm looking at my sister." Xu Fengyuan explained immediately.
"What do you want your sister to do?" Lu Yuhong asked again.
"I...my sister is naughty. I want to see if she behaves well today." Xu Fengyuan explained, his eyes a little evasive.
"Really?" Lu Yuhong felt that Xu Fengyuan's expression was strange.
"Brother Lu, is today's meal still to your liking?" Xu Fengyuan deliberately changed the subject.
"My cook's cooking is mediocre, but the food is new. I have never eaten these wild vegetables when I was in the north. The dishes in Zuixianju are good, especially the braised sauce on the plate, which is unsatisfactory." Lu Yuhong commented.
"When I return to the city later, I'll ask the boy to run over and buy some more braised food from that braised food shop for Brother Lu," Xu Fengyuan said.
"What? That braised food is not from Zuixianju?" Lu Yuhong asked.
"Well, it's not from Zuixianju, but from a shop that specializes in braised food. The shop looks ordinary, but the taste is excellent. Many wealthy families in Fucheng buy his braised food." Xu Fengyuan explained.
"So powerful, more capable than someone named Fan?" Lu Yuhong suddenly became interested.
Seeing that Lu Yuhong was interested, Xu Fengyuan started talking to Lu Yuhong about meeting the braised meat shop.
It was rare for the Lu family's young master to be interested in things other than war and martial arts, so Xu Fengyuan naturally wanted to do what he wanted.
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After the meal, the women rested for a while, and Xu Yaojun suggested that everyone write a poem with the theme of spring.
This proposal was quickly approved by all the ladies.
Wei Qingwan also recovered from the trance just now.
Wei Ruo didn't say anything. She didn't want to participate, but now that everyone was in high spirits, she didn't have the right to say no.
Xu Yaojun took the lead, and then the ladies from various families followed.
The scene was a bit lively, and whenever there was a good sentence, you could always hear cheers. These sounds were also vaguely mixed with the voices of men coming from next door.
There was only a fence between the students of Anzhou College and them, with many shadows of flowers in the middle. Although it was difficult to see people clearly, they could still hear the voices clearly when they were quiet.
He probably knew that he was composing a poem, so he stopped to listen to it.
When it was Wei Ruo's turn to sit at the table, Wei Qingwan spoke first and muttered something. Wei Ruo was a little absent-minded and didn't listen carefully. Then he heard a burst of cheers from the people around him. This sound was louder than ever before. It was much more lively, and even the voices of the men next door were much louder than before.
It seemed that all the ladies and ladies present were praising Wei Qingwan, and Wei Qingwan said something shyly.
Wei Ruo didn't listen carefully to these, because firstly, she really had no interest in such a program; secondly, writing poetry was really not her strong point.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Ruo heard Yun and Wei Qingwan calling him.
"Ruo'er, it's your turn."
"Sister, it's your turn to compose poetry."
Wei Ruo came back to his senses and calmly replied: "I'm not good at poetry."
Wei Ruo knew that what he said would definitely make everyone Her impression of herself was greatly reduced, but she didn't mind very much. The enthusiasm of Mrs. Tongzhi and Mrs. Jin just now was already too much for her.
She didn't really want to gain a good reputation among them, so she simply admitted that her poetry was not good.
Seeing Wei Ruo's refusal, the others fell silent.
However, Wei Qingwan said: "Sister studied under Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is recognized as a talented woman in Jiangnan. Her poems are one of a kind. My sister must be humble to say this." After hearing this, Wei Ruo's thoughts finally came back
. .
What outsiders don't know, but she, Wei Qingwan, should know very well. She has only been back to Xiaowei Mansion for a year, and she has only been studying with Wang Caiwei for half a year.
Composing poetry is not a simple matter, it requires profound accumulation.
And she knew that Wei Ruo had only been in school for a short time, yet she still said such words 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, sister, please don't force me." Wei Ruo expressed his attitude again.
Wei Ruo's words came to this point, and Mrs. Tongzhi wanted to help Wei Ruo smooth things over and let everyone skip her.
The eldest lady of the Wei family must not be very good at poetry, otherwise she would not say so bluntly that she is not good at poetry at this time.
Mrs. Tongzhi thought it was nothing, and it didn't matter if the poems were a little inferior. From the perspective of choosing a mistress, it was not a big problem.
Before Mrs. Tongzhi spoke, Wei Qingwan said to Wei Ruo again: "Sister, don't be humble. Everyone has already composed poems, so it's just you." Everyone has done it, but
Wei Ruo refuses to do anything, It seems that Wei Ruo is very unsociable.
You have to say a few words whether it is good or bad. After all, not all the sentences that were spoken just now were very exciting.
As she spoke, 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 let me compose a song." Wei Ruo looked
around, and then his eyes fell 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 flowers." After
Wei Ruo finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
(End of chapter)