Because, just when Zhou Xixi noticed the movement and turned around the body that was writing on the blackboard.

Zhao Lang had already quietly leaned back against his chair and looked at Hei Xi in front of him with a serious expression, as if he hadn't done anything just now.

Squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Lang, considering the current environment.

Lu Dabao snorted coldly, threw down the sentence "Boy, let's see", and then turned around again.

Looking at the killing Matt who was close at hand in front of him, Zhao Lang just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Zhou Xixi, who turned around, found that there was nothing abnormal in the classroom, and after the previous turmoil caused by Zhao Lang had completely calmed down, he continued to pick up the textbook and continue to talk about the interrupted part just now.

"Any food pays attention to its color, aroma, taste, meaning, shape, and camp. The meaning refers to the cultural connotation of this food. Of course, this is not only about the culture of the food itself, but also about the surrounding environment when tasting the food. ”

"So, a really good chef. In addition to making the food delicious, it is also necessary to make the food more culturally rich. And this requires the chef himself to have a very clear understanding of our traditional culture, because the Tianxia diet has been passed down for thousands of years. In order to fully reflect the cultural connotation of these foods that have been passed down for thousands of years, we need to understand our ancient culture for thousands of years. ”

"Ancient poetry is a very important part of these ancient cultures. From the moment they were born, they were the embodiment of the beauty of our Tianxia Federation culture. They use concise and orderly words to paint a variety of scenes that can be imagined in people's minds. Therefore, learning ancient poetry well can better present the cultural content in food for us......"

Looking at the figure of Zhou Xixi on the podium, listening to her melodious voice.

Zhao Lang had to admit that this was really a beautiful scenery.

Moreover, Zhao Lang also thinks that Zhou Xixi is right.

The only pity is that as the spokesperson of the dark cuisine of the entire universe, Zhao Lang's mission is to make everyone contact and recognize the dark cuisine.

Therefore, Zhao Lang's path was destined to be an insulator with beauty in the traditional sense from the beginning.

Unless you wait until the aesthetics of people all over the world have changed, such as a certain sister in the Internet in her previous life.

When everyone thinks that the other party is a beauty, then dark cuisine is naturally related to aesthetics.

As for who a certain sister is, I won't mention her name, for fear of causing nausea.

You must know that after a certain sister became popular, Zhao Lang rarely even ate pineapples.

Just when Zhao Lang was thinking nonsense below, above the podium, Zhou Sisi's pleasant voice continued to sound in the classroom.

Here's an example of a poem I took out:

The two wheat fields in the high fields are green in the mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and uncultivated.

Purple and green lettuce rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery sprouts are long.

Self-picking the creek wool is charged for the evening, and the short canopy stays in Hengtang in the wind and rain.

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower is thin.

The weeping beads of the chrysanthemum are dripping red, and the two stalks correspond to the sand bush.

The insect silk is exhausted of the yellow sunflower leaves, and the evening breeze on the side of the high flowers is lonely.

The night is long without smoke and snow, and the wine simmered in the hearth is as warm as soup.

Mo hated the old woman who had no food, and smiled at the taro and chestnut fragrance in the ashes. ”

Looking at the audience listening to his narration and bowing his head to remember the verses he recited, Zhou Xixi continued: "This poem is intercepted and integrated by me from an idyllic poem called "Four Seasons Pastoral", the author's name is Ren Chengda. It is divided into five parts: spring, late spring, summer, autumn and winter, with 12 songs in each part, a total of 60 songs. The poem describes the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the countryside and the dietary life of the peasants, and of course, it also reflects the exploitation and hardship of the peasants thousands of years ago. But what I want to say is that when we make some home-cooked food, if we use these verses, we can transform the surrounding environment. Then, the mood in our food will also be born. ”

"So, I want students to not only memorize what I mentioned in class. After class, I also hope that everyone can read more of these books by themselves, on the one hand, to cultivate their own cultural literacy, and on the other hand, to think more about how to combine the content of these poems with food and the surrounding environment. ”

"Alas, it's a pity. ”

Just when Zhou Xixi on the podium was speaking energetically, an untimely sigh suddenly sounded in the classroom.

Zhou Xixi frowned slightly, you know, in her previous class.

No matter what she said, no one dared to interrupt her.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xixi stopped the rhythm of the lecture.

Following the prestige, when he found out that the person who spoke was Zhao Lang, he was also dissatisfied.

Zhou Xixi didn't pay attention to the conflict between Zhao Lang and Lu Dabao before, in her eyes, these were just conflicts between students, and she was not interested in them.

After all, Zhou Xixi is from a wealthy family after all, don't look at her gentle and demure appearance on the surface.

But in her bones, she has never been indifferent to things that have nothing to do with her.

Zhao Lang's teasing of her before, in her opinion, was just a child's nonsense.

But now, just as she was talking about the excitement.

Zhao Lang suddenly sighed and interrupted the atmosphere of her lecture, and Xixi couldn't help it next week.

"Zhao Lang, you just said it's a pity, what's a pity?"

Listening to Zhou Xixi's question, the classroom instantly fell silent, and everyone heard the dissatisfaction in the teacher's words.

Lu Dabao, who was sitting in front of Zhao Lang, and several people around him turned their heads to look at Zhao Lang with a gloating expression.

Zhao Lang didn't bother to take care of Lu Dabao in front of him at all, there was no way, thinking about killing Matt at that end, it was too low-grade!

"Teacher, it's a pity that I'm not at the right time. If I wasn't born in modern times, but in ancient times. With my talent, I believe that the teacher will explain my poems to those students who do not know how to learn in the future. I believe that under the influence of my poems, no matter how uninterested and bastard those students are, they will definitely change their ways. ”

As soon as Zhao Lang's words came out, the audience was shocked.

Zhou Xixi was even more shocked by Zhao Lang's words, and didn't know what to say.

You know, although she has only been a teacher for a few years.

But since she was a child, she has also met many different kinds of students.

She has seen students who don't learn and don't know how to learn, lazy students, grumpy students, and serious students.

However, like Zhao Lang, who is so shameless and shameless, compares himself to the ancients in public.

actually lamented that his talent was no less than that of the master of these poems that had been passed down for thousands of years, and this kind of student was the first time Zhou Xixi had seen it in his life.

"Poof. ”

"Haha, haha. This kid, interesting. ”

"Hmph, these are not transfer students who are not formally admitted to the school and rely on relationships, and they are really not good students. ”

Among the voices of ridicule or admiration from many students, Lu Dabao's hoarse voice was particularly prominent.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that our school would come to such a shameless person. And if you are born in ancient times, we have to learn the poems you wrote. It's really not your average shamelessness. ”

Listening to the ridicule of the students around him, he looked at Lu Dabao, who turned around in front of him and looked at him with disdain.

Zhao Lang was unmoved at all, Zhao Lang in his previous life had practiced an extremely profound internal strength method recorded in a book since he was a child: he was strong, he was strong, and the breeze was blowing on the mountain. He is crossed by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Therefore, for the cynicism of everyone at the moment, how could Zhao Lang take it seriously.

Seeing that several vacant seats had moved out beside him, Wu Da, who no longer dared to continue to sit with him.

Zhao Lang just pursed his lips disdainfully, then continued to raise his head and looked at Zhou Xixi in front of him.

"Hehe, Zhao Lang is very humorous. ”

Seeing that Zhao Lang did not flinch at all, but stared at Zhao Lang as before, Zhou Xixi was really dissatisfied.

Other Zhou Xixi can not care, but for the students who interrupt their lectures, Zhou Xixi will not let go of the other party easily.

"Since Zhao Lang is so sure, why don't you give us a song first. I want to know, Zhao Lang, where does your confidence come from. ”

"That's right, the teacher is right. Zhao Lang, if you have the ability, you can make a song now. ”

"yes, yes, don't be there to brag about it. ”

"Boy, don't you can, try a song. ”

The classroom was noisy again.

And this time, everyone collectively bombarded Zhao Lang.

Looking at it like this, if Zhao Lang can't come to the song on the spot, then he estimates that his reputation in the Huacangzhou Chef School will be completely ruined in the future.

Of course, Zhao Lang definitely doesn't care about this reputation.

However, slapping the face has always been his favorite thing for Zhao Lang to do.

Therefore, Zhao Lang did not hesitate.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhao Lang went straight to the podium.

Pick up the chalk on the podium table and write on the blackboard.

"The clouds and blue colors are on all sides, and there are more than ten soft weeping willows.

The pheasant flying deer is far away from the grass, and the chicken in the cow lane is oblique in spring.

The old father of the beautiful eyebrows is on the bottle of wine, and the daughter of the daughter of the sleeve is a hairpin with wild flowers.

The car remembers the dust meter, and the melancholy book the fine sand by the stream. ”

Looking at Zhao Lang's pen, the content of this poem called "Shangshan Majian".

Whether it was Zhou Xixi, who was standing next to Zhao Lang, or the students who were constantly making noise under the podium, they all quieted down instantly.

Everyone is a chef who has received many years of cultural education, and everyone can still come out of a poem for its quality or badness.

Obviously, whether in terms of artistic conception or content, this poem is not inferior to the previous poem intercepted and integrated by Zhou Xi.

Especially Zhou Xixi, who was standing next to Zhao Lang, looked at the content of the poems on the blackboard, and was stunned for a while.

As a teacher with profound poetic attainments, she certainly sees that this poem is a new poem with a rather far-reaching artistic conception.

It's just that she never thought that such an extremely beautiful poem was written by Zhao Lang, who seemed rash and impetuous next to her.

So for a while, Zhou Xixi was also shocked.