Tian's little cook

Chapter 409 Sudden Relief

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiangyu immediately excitedly said: "Brother Sun, this is your strong point."

"Don't say that." Sun Ranjiu naturally didn't dare to admit it. If he couldn't answer it, he would be ashamed.

The host read out the topic: "When you look at the moon in May, you should wear more clothes when you go out. The wanderer has been away from home for a long time, and he has not written poems on plain paper."

This question was obviously much more difficult than before, and Yuan Xiangyu couldn't help being a little worried: "Should Lin Jiao know it?"

"Yes, I believe him." Lin Zhimo is not blindly confident in Lin Jiao. Lin Jiao had been treated for a long time in the medical clinic for headaches. With his intelligence, he will definitely not be able to trouble him.

"Brother Sun, how many did you guess?" Seeing him frowning and thinking, Yuan Xiangyu asked.

"Two." Luckily, he could guess two, so he finally had an explanation.

Lin Zhimo didn't get involved, but looked at Lin Jiao nervously.

This time, Lin Jiao's writing speed was a little slower, but she was also the fastest among the 12 people.

After finishing writing, Lin Jiao looked up and found that Lin Zhimo was looking at him, and smiled slightly, signaling not to worry.

Lin Zhimo nodded quickly, expressing his trust in him.

The two did not speak a word, but they could communicate only by their eyes and movements.Sun Ranjiu, who saw all this in his eyes, had to admit again that Lin Jiao was indeed more suitable for Lin Zhimo than himself.

Thinking of this, Sun Ranjiu's long-standing depression suddenly dissipated when he saw their tacit cooperation.

Fate is destined, it's not his, so you can't force it.

Yuan Xiangyu was a little puzzled when he saw Sun Ranjiu's face suddenly showing a seemingly relieved smile.

"It's time, everyone, please stop writing." The host announced.

Lin Yaozong had to put down his pen, feeling very nervous, he just wrote one, and he was still very uncertain.

After everyone stopped writing, the host announced the answer: "The poem just now contains four kinds of medicinal materials, namely Pinellia, Fangfeng, Danggui and Baizhi."

This question failed seven people, including Lin Yaozong.

The host laughed and said, "It seems that all the talented scholars are not proficient in medicinal materials, but five of them answered the questions. Please give us applause."

The onlookers applauded immediately, but Lin Yaozong felt that these people were not clapping their hands, but slapping him on the face, which was hot and painful.

He didn't write down a single medicinal material, but Lin Jiao was all right.

Lin Yaozong's face darkened, and he was very unwilling to let a pariah compare him.

This is exactly what slapped him in the face.

"Please leave the talents who haven't retired yet, we still have the next round of competition."

The only one who had to go on the field was Lin Yaozong who stood still, this sentence was obviously meant for him.

Lin Yaozong felt very ashamed and left the stage with a flick of his sleeve.

"Brother Lin is amazing, he even answered one question correctly." Du Jingshan praised him on purpose.

Lin Yaozong looked resentful and ignored him at all. He wanted to leave immediately, but he hesitated and stayed, and found a place far away from Du Jingshan to stand.

He wanted to see what Lin Jiao was capable of.

The competition on the field continued, one question was to guess fruits and vegetables, and the other question was to guess the names of people.After the two questions were compared, only Lin Jiao and one other person were left on the field.

Lin Yaozong's mood improved, these riddles have nothing to do with the contents of the book.

Lin Jiao was able to guess correctly, not because he has been doing heavy and hard work, so he naturally knows better than him.

There were only two people left on the field, and the atmosphere of the game was at its peak.

(End of this chapter)