Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 523 It's really exquisite (one more)

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"Let me see the customer's order." Yang Ruoqing said.

As a rule of the private room of the supreme member, order meals three days in advance.

The order is sent to the cook, so that there is plenty of time to prepare the corresponding ingredients.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the name of the dish selected by the customer on the order, and nodded with a smile.

Vanilla almond green sauce noodles, Korean soybean paste soup, crispy chicken fillets...

This guest is quite picky!

Keeping the few private dishes ordered by the customer in mind, she returned the order to Yang Huazhou.

"I know the dishes in my own kitchen. I will hand over the order to Uncle Zhou. He is in charge of the special dishes," she said.

Yang Huazhou put away the list again, and asked Yang Ruoqing, "What ingredients do I need to prepare for private cooking?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and said to Luo Fengtang: "I say, you write."

Luo Fengtang nodded, picked up the pen and paper.

Seeing his gesture of writing, Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.

This kid's ability to accept is really fast.

After more than two months of hard work, I can learn to read and write, and I can do it easily.

Both civil and military.

"I'm ready, Qing'er, report it." Luo Fengtang said out loud.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, pondered for a while, and announced the names of a bunch of ingredients.

"Vanilla, almonds, wheat flour, green bean paste."

"Potatoes, bean sprouts, lean meat, cabbage, onions, chicken breast..."

"There is also rice water."

"Mark it, it's a second trip to wash the rice water..."

One reads, one writes.

The brush fell on the paper, and the ink moistened the high-quality paper, making a slight rustling sound, which was very pleasant to hear.

The fragrance of ink faintly overflowed in the elegant room.

Yang Huazhou stood aside, and suddenly felt that the picture was so beautiful.

The golden boy and the jade girl have a tacit understanding.

It made him feel like standing here was an extra stroke in the picture.

If he hadn't waited to get the list to purchase, he would have quit.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing's voice stopped, and Luo Fengtang's writing brush was placed on the pen holder beside her.

"It's finished, Qing'er, take a look to see if you missed anything."

With his long, bony fingers, he picked up the paper.

He blew lightly on the wet ink on the paper, and handed it to Yang Ruoqing who was sitting opposite.

Yang Ruoqing took it over, her gaze fell to the black and white writing.

A ray of light flashed across his eyes.

The handwriting is peaceful and smooth, gorgeous and natural.

But between the lines, there is a force and uprightness, like clouds frightening a dragon.

It really is like a person!

Good words, good words!

"Well, it's very complete."

She nodded in satisfaction and handed the list to Yang Huazhou.

Yang Huazhou got the list and took a look.

"Tang Yazi's handwriting is really beautiful!"

he praised.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, a little embarrassed.

Yang Huazhou immediately left the private room with the list.

Here, Luo Fengtang was very happy, and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, did you hear that? Uncle Wu praised me for my beautiful handwriting."

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up, with a smug expression on her face.

"That's right, don't look at who taught it!"

She is his teacher, when she taught him how to write, she taught him stroke by stroke.

It's just that when I think of my dog-like calligraphy...

Hey, green out of blue is better than blue, young people are awesome!

Ashamed.

"Hey, it's the teacher Qing'er who teaches well, and I learned from you, Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang was flattering there.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were a little hot.

Coughing dryly, he glanced at him again.

"Don't be arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat. Don't let your tail go up to the sky just because my fifth uncle praised you a few words."

She taught him seriously.

Tapping the table with his fingers lightly: "If you want to become a teacher, you are still far behind. Keep practicing, you know?"

Luo Fengtang restrained his smile and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, Qing'er, I will definitely practice harder, so as not to embarrass you!"

She nodded with a smile, "Well, with your words, I can rest assured as a teacher, come on!"

……

Looking at the row of slop buckets in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing shook her head in distress.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of the Chinese food is hard work, hey!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh casually.

Behind him, there was the sound of clapping hands.

"Good poetry, good poetry, really exquisite!"

familiar voice?

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look, only to see Mu Zichuan appearing behind her at some point.

"Yeah? Why are you here? Aren't you studying in school?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Mr. is busy this afternoon, so I'll come over to see you and Tang Yazi."

Mu Zichuan said calmly.

His clear eyes were chasing after her figure.

"Qing'er is amazing, she can even compose poetry!"

"This poem is really exquisite. The words are concise, but the words are full of wit, expressing the hard work of the people!"

He shook his head, reviewed the poem carefully, and praised her again.

It made her bones feel 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 little friends in the kindergarten class can memorize it.

"Qing'er, may I ask how you came up with this wonderful sentence? Can you teach me a thing or two?"

Mu Zichuan asked again, humility and admiration were written on Qingjun's face.

Now, Yang Ruoqing blushed.

"Uh, it's nothing, just a few limericks..." she said perfunctorily.

"I just saw those duck legs and chicken bones. It's a pity that customers threw them away without eating them clean," she said.

I saw him showing a thoughtful expression.

She hurriedly added: "Well, this is the legendary burst of inspiration, don't go into it!"

Mu Zichuan nodded slightly.

Don't get too into it, he's already written it down.

"By the way, you just said you came to see me and Tang Yazi, did you see him?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, "I came in from the backyard, and I happened to meet Fifth Uncle Yang."

"Ask him about you, he said you are here, so I came straight to you, I never got to see Tang Yazi." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said 'Oh'.

"He's in the front yard, go, I'll take you to him."

She was about to leave when she was stopped by him.

"No hurry, it's not too late to go again 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 to make sure that there were only the two of them in the corner of the backyard.

Then he pulled out a roll from the bottom of his sleeve.

It was tied with a ribbon, so you could only see the white paper on the outside, but not the inside.

"What's this?" she asked, but didn't reach out to take it.

Mu Zichuan forced it into her hand: "Don't Da'an like painting? I promised him that I would draw a picture and let him use it as a sample for tracing."

"I can't go home until Ching Ming Festival, you pass this to him for me." He said.

Is that the case?

Yang Ruoqing accepted it with confidence.

Seeing that she picked it up, a smile flashed across Mu Zichuan's eyes.

Just after handing over the painting, Luo Fengtang came to find him.

"Qing'er..."

Hearing him shout, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows lit up.

"Tang Yazi, I'm here!"

She stood on tiptoe and waved to him.

Beside, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face faded a little.

There was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

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