The male protagonist of Kuaishuang is here again to ask for his name

Chapter 280
"Poetry meeting?"

These women are very nice, what will you do if you invite Chef Yan to Shihui?
"What else could it be? Find fault!"

After a period of experience in Jinyu Mantang, everyone has been able to face the rumors and gossips from the outside world calmly, but when they encounter this kind of obvious faultfinding, they are really upset!

The person involved was quite calm, she was tidying up the things in the kitchen calmly.

"Chef Yan, what are you doing?"

Yan Ruyu turned her head and said as a matter of course: "Get ready to go to the poetry meeting!"

She can be considered a rich woman now, and her savings in the bank are at least six figures. In this era when a few taels of silver can make do for a year, she can be regarded as a relatively eye-catching existence in the sudden wealth. Outfit is still very easy.

The venue of the poetry meeting is the other courtyard of a certain young lady’s house. There are many peonies, peonies, and crabapple flowers in the manor. There are several octagonal pavilions in the sea of ​​flowers. In the pavilions, there are a few chess games and a burner of incense. A showcase of talent.

Those who play the piano, those who compose poems and those who paint pictures are at ease.

When Yan Ruyu walked in with Jin Yumantang and the others, they seemed out of place with the surroundings.

The lady who sent the invitation was surnamed Yang. When she heard that Yan Ruyu was coming, she just said "hm", and didn't notice the steward's hesitation at all.

The good lady next to her covered her lips and smiled: "Have you arranged a seat for her?"

Miss Yang rolled her eyes: "People who are used to staying in the kitchen, being able to come here is a big face to her, even if you sit on the floor, you have to be grateful!"

The few people laughed and laughed for a while, and then they were ready to appreciate Yan Ruyu's embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, when Pingpin walked gracefully into the yard, he couldn't find the incompatible trace of Jin Yumantang.

"Strange, what about people?"

Miss Yang's family thought for a while: "Perhaps she was afraid of being ashamed, so she hid in a corner."

Thinking this way, she was about to walk inside, but she didn't know how long she had gone before she heard exclamations!

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"How did the girl do it?"

A lazy voice answered casually: "Oh, practice makes perfect. In fact, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum can be used in tea. Want to see it?"

A group of young girls who were clearly attracted by her side nodded repeatedly. Yan Ruyu raised her hands to straighten her temple hair, revealing her full forehead and perfect side face. Her long eyelashes flickered, just a slight blink, her eyes were casual. Pausing on Miss Yang's body, she moved away calmly.

Then, he turned his attention back to the teacup in his hand.

I don't know how her miraculous hands moved, it seemed that it was just a few simple twitches and slow twists, and a bamboo prototype appeared on the light green tea soup.

There was a burst of amazement around, but Yan Ruyu frowned.

When a little boy who couldn't bear to blink his eyes saw it, he felt his heart ache.

"Why is the girl frowning? This tea-sharing skill is already so good!"

Others echoed repeatedly, but as the founder of the poetry club, she was so obviously ignored, Miss Yang couldn't hold her breath for a long time.

"Yes, I also want to know, which family is this girl from, and why is she dissatisfied with my poetry meeting?"

Yan Ruyu raised her head, her faint eyes fell on Miss Yang's face.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Miss Yang saw a trace of contempt in that gaze.

Regardless of the wailing around her, Yan Ruyu raised her hand and disturbed the patterns on the tea.

"I have no objection to the poetry meeting, but the tea is not good."

(End of this chapter)