Seeing Liu Qiang skillfully smearing lard on the charcoal hot pot, then putting it on the fire to burn, and then smearing oil, Duan Wenjun knew that Liu Qiang must be a veteran and didn't need to worry about it.
At this time, Liu Chang came in and the charcoal fire was ready.
Thinking that everyone was still waiting for him upstairs, Duan Wenjun did not stay in the kitchen longer.
He first taught Liu Qiang and his son how to use the charcoal hot pot. It was actually almost the same as before, except that the stove where the charcoal was placed was underneath and the iron box was placed on top. Now the two are combined into one.
The Liu family and his son naturally understood it as soon as they heard it.
Duan Wenjun prepared a few more cold dishes with his own hands and took them to the private room upstairs.
Preserved eggs with soy sauce, fungus with vinegar, and beating her ex-boyfriend with a knife, plus the braised pork and braised tofu that Liu Qiang had just cooked in the morning, the table was immediately full.
Wine, of course, makes you burn your knife when you drink it.
Everyone was chatting and eating and drinking, but after a while Liu Qiang personally brought in a new hot pot.
Duan Wenjun stood up in a hurry and started to teach everyone how to make hot pot, and they were enjoying themselves.
However, the burning knife was too strong, and Jiang Shuying and Qin Siya couldn't bear the alcohol. However, they became slightly tipsy after a while, so they could only drink tea instead of wine.
However, this also gave Duan Wenjun new ideas in his mind.
Although burning knives is intense, it is only suitable for men after all.
If we want to expand the market, the floral wine and fruity wine that I had previously conceived must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
Several plates of beef and mutton, several baskets of vegetables, and a jar of roasted knives were eaten, and everyone was satiated.
Listening to the noise and shouting outside, it seems that many guests have arrived.
Qin Siya's cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were a little blurry. She looked at Jiang Shuying, then at Duan Wenjun and said, "Brother Wenjun, we will follow grandpa back to Shangliang tomorrow. Don't you have anything to say to Shu Ying?" Sister, will you tell me?"
When everyone was toasting just now, Duan Wenjun accepted everyone who came and drank a lot.
Already a little drunk at this moment, he looked at Qin Siya and laughed, "What do you know about movies, a little girl like you? When it comes to falling in love, you must pay attention to the environment. In the dead of night, in front of flowers and under the moon, talking to each other sincerely, that is called artistic conception."
Qin Siya was slightly startled.
Duan Wenjun turned to look at Jiang Shuying, showing a faint smile: "Shu Ying, we have just reunited, but we have to separate again. To be honest, I do feel a little reluctant in my heart. But, since you have yourself to do I won't stop you from doing anything, and I won't ask you to stay with me."
"It's just that no matter where you are, no matter when you are, I hope you remember that you are my Duan Wenjun's woman." Duan Wenjun's face suddenly became extremely serious. "If someone wants to bully you, Just tell me, even if the King of Heaven comes, I can make him escape and give in."
"Mr. Duan, you drank too much!" Jiang Shuying looked at him tenderly, helped him sit down again, and said softly.
Seeing the boy next to her blushing, Jiang Shuying felt a faint ripple in her heart.
She didn't particularly believe Duan Wenjun's rhetoric. After all, he was just a small businessman in a small place like Wangjiang.
Maybe he doesn't understand the world outside Wangjiang.
Even if he has some talent, in the face of many major events, just being talented is not enough.
However, Jiang Shuying was still very moved in her heart.
Because she could clearly feel the young man's burning heart.
Perhaps, there was God's will in the dark, and he was the one she recognized.
"Brother Wenjun, why don't you write another poem?" Qin Siya spoke again.
"Siya, I'm not bragging." Duan Wenjun smiled upon hearing this, "Writing poems is really not a big deal for me! It's easier than posting stickers."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned and all their eyes fell on him.
Although they didn't know what Duan Wenjun meant by "water sticker", they were sure that he had another inspiration.
But, I wonder what kind of poem he will write this time?
Under the gaze of everyone, Duan Wenjun stood up, opened the door of the private room, and shouted outside, "Xiao Er, bring me a pen and ink!"
Du Xiaoer, who was downstairs, hurriedly brought in all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones upon hearing the young master's instructions.
Duan Wenjun spread the paper on the desk and started writing quickly. After a few breaths, he threw the brush in his hand and said, "It's done!"
Everyone was stunned again. No one expected that Duan Wenjun would finish writing so quickly.
Qin Feng, who was closest to the desk, picked up the manuscript written by Duan Wenjun and frowned immediately.
This word is like an earthworm, crooked and really ugly.
Especially the title "Magpie Bridge Immortal" at the top, if you don't read it carefully, you really can't recognize it.
However, when he read the first sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up.
His eyes swept over and he had finished reading the poem. Qin Feng's face was full of surprise.
He handed the manuscript to Jiang Shuying, "Shu Ying, read it yourself!"
Jiang Shuying was stunned when he heard this. He took the manuscript and frowned. This word was really ugly.
Qin Siya also came together.
However, when they saw the first sentence, they couldn't help themselves.
Qin Siya's red lips parted slightly and she couldn't help but read aloud.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. "
The myth of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is filled with every girl’s love dream.
The same is true for Qin Siya.
Even though the ending is full of sadness, the kind of unswerving love has always made every girl yearn for it.
Qin Siya's thoughts suddenly drifted away.
She did not expect that Duan Wenjun would use the Weaver Girl as a metaphor for Jiang Shuying.
Just two sentences have already shown Jiang Shuying's position in Duan Wenjun's heart, and also revealed his obsession with this relationship.
Duan Wenjun had just experienced life and death, and after returning from the hell gate, he finally reunited with Jiang Shuying, but he was about to be separated again.
But, it seems, he is not pessimistic.
Therefore, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting each other on a golden night, beside the Milky Way, he felt that this rare reunion was worth meeting thousands of times in the world.
He cherished this reunion very much and looked forward to being reunited as soon as possible.
Qin Siya was so deeply shocked that she didn't realize that she was in a trance.
Jiang Shuying's voice followed.
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back."
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? "
For a long time, she didn't speak again.
Qin Feng finished reading the poem and handed the manuscript to her without comment.
However, Jiang Shuying knew that it was not that Qin Feng did not want to evaluate, but that he gave her the opportunity to evaluate.
Perhaps, only she can evaluate this poem.
Jiang Shuying knew that Qin Feng didn't want to comment because he must feel that young people's love is naturally for young people to experience by themselves.
Jiang Shuying knew that Qin Feng was once young and pursued his love.
Moreover, it was vigorous.
Jiang Shuying turned her head and looked towards Duan Wenjun.
At this moment, he was very drunk, his cheeks were red, and he fell asleep on the table.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?" Jiang Shuying murmured again, and then said to Duan Wenjun, "Mr. Duan, Shu Ying understands your thoughts."
"Shu Ying, I remember you and Xiu Yu'er from Wangjiang Art Museum are good sisters!" At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly spoke.
Jiang Shuying nodded, not understanding why Qin Feng suddenly asked such a question.
"Why don't you go to Wangjiang Art Museum later and teach her the song "Returning to the Countryside, Green Lake Pavilion"! It can be regarded as a friendship between sisters!" Qin Feng looked at her and continued He said, "As for last night's "Die Lian Hua" and today's "Magpie Bridge Immortal", after all, Wenjun wrote them for you. You can decide for yourself whether you want to teach her or not!"
Jiang Shuying, who was so smart, understood instantly.
If Xiu Yu'er learns the new words he taught her, Wangjiang Art Hall's top position will naturally become more stable.
Naturally, he fulfilled the friendship between his previous sisters.
But she knew that Qin Feng wanted more to teach Xiu Yu'er, to let Xiu Yu'er sing Duan Wenjun's poems, and to make Duan Wenjun famous...
