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Li Mingzhu smiled after knowing Shen An's thoughts: "Xianggong don't have to worry, then Mrs. Meng's poetry club is not all talented people can enter, Mrs. Meng likes food, so from the shopkeeper of the restaurant to the street vendors, as long as you bring the food you made, you can go in."

"Well, this Mrs. Meng is quite special, it is not only a poetry club, but also a poet to let idlers in, it's a bit interesting, ha." Shen An smiled awkwardly.

Shen An didn't know that this Mrs. Meng Li Mingzhu was quite understanding, in addition to being a short-tempered madman who liked to beat people indiscriminately, Shen An was also a ...... Well, in the words of Shen An's previous life, he was an otaku.

Shen An has already taught Li Mingzhu and Xiaohe all the methods of making cakes, and Mo Wan'er has also taught them, the production method is simple and easy to master, so now they can also make it alone.

What Shen An has to think about now is how to attract other people's attention to the cake, if only he could let that Mrs. Meng write a poem to hype up the endorsement. The cake will be in Jiang Chaohuo, and Shen An absolutely believes that if Mrs. Meng speaks for him, then in the eyes of consumers, he will be genuine and the originator. Once the cake is on fire, there will inevitably be a variety of copycat pirated cakes endlessly, to ensure their business, in addition to continuous improvement, but also to ensure that they are the leader of this industry.

But it is a little difficult to get Mrs. Meng to speak for the cake.

Shen An is now trying to make cream, and without professional tools, the production speed is very slow. However, a lot of silver taels were spent at home, but Li Mingzhu also earned some silver taels from the embroidery he sold.

Mo Wan'er was bored in front of the paving with her cheeks and looking at the West Lake, and during this time period, there was almost no business in the paving.

Although she was looking at the scenery, her attention was completely focused on the other direction, expecting the cyan figure to arrive.

Somehow, as long as that cyan figure appeared, he would be inexplicably excited. After all, she was still a little girl, and the two hundred taels of silver were temporarily left behind by her.

Jiang Chao, women are precocious, let alone girls from poor families. Mo Wan'er blushed and thought, should she be in love with Zhong Ping.

However, this idea was quickly extinguished by her, although Shen An was just a poor scholar, but this was what she could deserve. What's more, she knew that Shen An had already been a husband, not to mention, how could anyone in this world fall in love with someone else after knowing each other for a long time, and there was no love at first sight in this world.

I have also reached the age of marriage, if I settle the debt, I will marry someone like other girls, maybe I don't know or understand, thinking of this, Mo Wan'er was a little inexplicably sad.

Shen An trotted all the way, running slowly from home to West Lake, the scholar's health was poor enough, and he was out of breath after running for a short distance, and it seemed that he would have to exercise in the future.

From a distance, I saw Mo Wan'er in a daze, and came closer: "Wan'er, pour me a bowl of water, I'm dying of thirst."

Mo Wan'er was stunned for a moment when she saw Shen An, and then hurriedly went to pour a bowl of water for Shen An.

When she handed the water, her face was a little red, and she secretly told herself that she would never say anything about the idea of seeing Shen An in her heart.

"Where's Mo Lao?" Shen An took a sip of water and felt a lot more relaxed.

"Grandpa makes cream at home according to the method Zhong Ping said, by the way, how can Zhong Ping have time to come here."

"Gluttonous!"

"Giggles" Mo Wan'er smiled and made a bowl of wontons for Shen An.

Old man Mo's side Shen An had already taught him the rough method of making cream, and he originally planned to make it himself, but Old Man Mo insisted on giving it a try, and Shen An also relied on him, in terms of craftsmanship, it shouldn't be too bad.

Li Mingzhu was trying to make cakes with different flavors, and Shen An was ...... Let it go. If you are bored, you will come to sit by the West Lake.

Meng Qingran's poetry meeting still has two days to go, and the cream cake should be able to be made in these two days, and then he can process it a little more.

"Zhongping, you've read a lot of books, right?" Mo Wan'er suddenly asked.

"Well, it's a lot, I've read math, English, physics, ......"

"Mathematics? English? ”

"Well, it's arithmetic, it's something, ha."

"Analects, University, What about the Mean?"

"Aha, of course I've read it, I've read all the four books and the five classics, and I, Shen Zhongping, read poetry and books." Shen An is talking nonsense, but he pretends to be profound, and he learned a little bit of Analects when he was in high school.

"Poof, then Zhongping must know a lot of good stories? Can you tell Wan'er about one? ”

"Hmm...... Let's tell the story of a tortoise and a hare race. ”

"Once upon a time, there was a rabbit and a tortoise in the forest......"

Shen An still generally remembers the story of the tortoise and rabbit race, and after his recounting of the story, the story was gradually finished.

"This story tells us a truth......" Shen An was about to elaborate on the theoretical truth, but Mo Wan'er interrupted him with a grunt.

"Can a rabbit or a tortoise still talk?"

"Ahem, that, because the rabbit and the tortoise are sperm, they can naturally talk."

"Oh......"

Shen An flickered for a few words and then began to speak in a good way, and Mo Wan'er was drowsy when she listened......

On the West Lake, a painting boat floats quietly, and in front of the painting boat, a young man in Tsing Yi and a middle-aged man stand.

The boy in Tsing Yi stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and his thoughts drifted.

"The northern Tatars have slightly invaded the border, the war is tight, and the coastal Japanese rebellion is the only one in the south of the Yangtze River that can be so calm. Is this something to be thankful for? Or is it sad? ”

The middle-aged man's body leaned slightly: "His Royal Highness King Qi is worried about the country, which is the blessing of my Jiang Dynasty."

"Hehe, Yang Hu, don't you know what this king means?" The boy in Tsing Yi smiled.

"In the affairs of the court, Yang Hu is a rough person, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense." Yang Hu responded in a deep voice.

The boy in Tsing Yi didn't pay attention to Yang Hu, still talking to himself.

"In the capital, it is like a pool of muddy water, the relationship is complicated, even if I have the heart, but I am powerless, the government and the opposition, I ...... Just an idler, an inconsequential person. ”

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. Some people think about things in this world too simply. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, and he only smiled bitterly.

The painting boat gradually moved away from the center of the lake, close to the shore of the lake, and the boy in Tsing Yi seemed to have no interest in the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and was about to leave, at this moment, a slightly strange way of speaking came, and he looked slightly sideways.

"Zhongping, can you tell another story? I still want to hear it, Wan'er likes to listen to Zhongping's stories the most. Mo Wan'er was immersed in it, and her speech became casual, but she didn't realize that with Shen An, she could always be relaxed and casual.

"Ah...... Okay, so I'll tell you another Snow White story. Ahem, by the way, a long, long time ago......"

"In the end, the prince kissed Snow White, and Snow White came back to life, and the two lived together later......"

"Snow White is so happy, oh ......" After the story is told, Mo Wan'er is still immersed in it, this kind of whimsical story does need time to digest in this world, not to mention that this is a love story, and the person who listens to it is a little girl who has just fallen in love.

Shen An stretched his waist, stood up, and looked at the West Lake after the activity.

Above the West Lake, the scenery is unique at this moment.

couldn't help but remind him of a poem he learned in his previous life, and Shi Shi slowly read it out.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is really unique and unique, Shen An thought.

As everyone knows, his every move at this time fell into the eyes of a young man in Tsing Yi not far away.

The boy in Tsing Yi frowned for a long time before he spoke: "The poem has a bit of artistic conception, but it's a pity that there are too few people I have seen and too few things I have experienced...... Alas. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi also recognized Shen An at this time: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, it turns out to be you."

……

The bright moon hangs high, a place in Lin'an City is very lively today, Mengfu, and there is an endless stream of people coming out of the gate.