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"Let me see the customer's order." Yang Ruoqing said.
The rules of the Supreme Member Room are to order meals three days in advance.
The order is delivered to the chef, so that there is plenty of time to prepare the corresponding ingredients.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the name of the dish chosen by the customer on the order, smiled and nodded.
Vanilla almond pesto noodles, Korean miso soup, crispy chicken tenders...
This customer is quite picky!
Keeping in mind the private dishes ordered by the guests, she returned the order to Yang Huazhou.
"I know the private dishes well. This order will be handed over to Uncle Zhou. He will be responsible for the special dishes," she said.
Yang Huazhou put away the list again and asked Yang Ruoqing: "What ingredients do I need to prepare for the private kitchen?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said to Luo Fengtang: "I said, you write."
Luo Fengtang nodded and picked up the pen and paper.
Seeing his hand gesture, Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.
This kid's receptive ability is really amazing.
It took more than two months to learn to read, write, and calculate accounts at the fingertips.
Both civil and military.
"I'm ready, Qing'er, please report." Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, pondered for a moment, and gave a list of ingredients.
"Vanilla, almonds, wheat flour, green bean paste."
"Potatoes, bean sprouts, lean meat, cabbage, onions, chicken breast..."
"And rice water."
"Mark it, you have to make a second trip to wash the rice water..."
One reads, the other writes.
The brush falls on the paper, and the ink moistens the fine paper, making a subtle rustling sound, which is very pleasant to hear.
The fragrance of ink overflows lightly in the elegant room.
Yang Huazhou stood aside and suddenly felt that this scene was so beautiful.
The golden boy and the beautiful girl have such a tacit understanding.
It made him feel like he was standing here, which was a superfluous touch in the picture.
If he hadn't been waiting to get the order to make a purchase, he would have wanted to quit.
After a while, Yang Ruoqing's voice stopped, and Luo Fengtang's brush was placed on the pen holder next to it.
"It's written, Qing'er, look and see if you missed anything."
He held the paper with his slender fingers.
He blew lightly on the wet ink on the paper, and then handed it to Yang Ruoqing who was sitting opposite.
Yang Ruoqing took it and glanced at the black and white words on the paper.
There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
The handwriting is peaceful, smooth, gorgeous and natural.
But between the lines, there is a strength and uprightness, like a floating cloud startling a dragon.
It’s true what the person says!
Good words, good words!
"Well, it's very complete."
She nodded with satisfaction and handed the order to Yang Huazhou.
Yang Huazhou got the order and took a look at it.
"Tang Yazi's calligraphy is so beautiful!"
he praised.
Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, a little embarrassed.
Yang Huazhou immediately took the list and left the private room.
Here, Luo Fengtang was very happy and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, did you hear that? Uncle Wu praised my beautiful handwriting."
The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up, with a proud look on her face.
"That's right, don't look at who taught it!"
She was his teacher. She taught him how to write, but she taught him step by step.
But, thinking of my dog-like calligraphy...
Hey, the young is better than the blue, the future generations are to be feared!
Ashamed.
"Hehe, it's all thanks to teacher Qing'er who teaches well. I learned from you Qing'er."
Luo Fengtang was there patting him.
Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were a little hot.
He coughed dryly and looked at him again.
"Don't be arrogant in victory and don't be discouraged in defeat. Don't let your tail rise to the sky just because my fifth uncle praised you a few words."
She taught him seriously.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "If you want to reach the level of being a teacher, you are still far from ready. Keep practicing, you know?"
Luo Fengtang suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.
"Don't worry, Qing'er, I will practice diligently and not embarrass you!"
She nodded with a smile, "Well, with your words, I feel relieved as a teacher. Come on!"
…
Looking at the row of swill buckets in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing shook her head in distress.
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work, alas!"
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh a few times.
Behind him, there was the sound of stroking hands.
"Good poem, good poem, really exquisite!"
Familiar voice?
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Mu Zichuan appearing behind her at some point.
"Huh? Why are you here? Aren't you studying in school?"
Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
"Sir, I have something to do this afternoon, so I will come over to see you and Tang Yazi."
Mu Zichuan said calmly.
His clear eyes were chasing her figure.
"Qing'er is so amazing, she can even write poetry!"
"This poem is really exquisite. The words are concise, but the words are eloquent, and it expresses the hard work of the people!"
He shook his head, read the poem carefully, and praised her again.
She was so impressed that her bones felt lighter.
But my heart was beating a drum.
She wouldn't tell him that she actually plagiarized the song "Hoe Farmer".
In modern times, all the children in kindergarten classes can memorize it.
"Qing'er, I'd like to ask you how you came up with such a wonderful sentence? Can you give me a lesson?"
Mu Zichuan asked again, Qingjun's face was full of humility and admiration.
This time, Yang Ruoqing blushed.
"Well, it's nothing, just a few limericks..." she said perfunctorily.
"I just saw those duck legs, chicken bones, etc., and the customers threw them away without even chewing them clean. It's a pity," she said.
I saw him showing a thoughtful expression.
She quickly added: "Well, this is the legendary burst of inspiration, don't get too deep into it!"
Mu Zichuan nodded slightly.
Without going into detail, he had already memorized it.
"By the way, you just said you came over to see me and Tang Yazi. Have you seen him?"
Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked again.
Muzichuan came back to his senses, "I came in from the backyard and happened to meet Uncle Yang Wu."
"I asked him about you. He said you were here, so I went straight to you and never saw Tang Yazi." He said.
Yang Ruoqing said 'Oh'.
"He's in the front yard. Come on, I'll take you to find him."
She raised her feet to leave, but he stopped her.
"There's no rush, it's not too late to go later." He said with a smile.
"I came here today because I have something to give you." He said.
"What?" she asked.
He glanced around and made sure that there were only two of them in this corner of the backyard.
Then he pulled out a roll of something from the bottom of his sleeve.
It was tied with a ribbon, so you could only see the white paper outside, but not the inside.
"What is this?" she asked, but did not reach out to take it.
Muzichuan forced it into her hand: "Don't Da'an like painting? I promised him that I would draw a painting and let him use it as a sample for tracing."
"I can't go home until Qingming Festival. Please pass this to him on my behalf," he said.
So that's what happened?
Yang Ruoqing accepted it with confidence.
Seeing her answer, a smile flashed across Muzichuan's eyes.
Just after handing over the painting, Luo Fengtang came over.
"Qing'er..."
Hearing him shouting, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows lit up.
"Tangyaozi, I'm here!"
She stood on tiptoe and waved to him.
Beside him, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face faded a bit.
A trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
