"What? You just said, who is the author of this poem? ”

After hearing Ziyuan's words, Master Han stopped playing with Hua Niang and high-fived, turned his head, stared at Ziyuan with a stunned expression and asked, "You mean that the song you sang on the flower platform just now was given to you by Chef Xia?" ”

"Yes, one of the words that Miss Huamian sang for her concubine to sing in this Lanqiu Festival"

"Is there any other word that can't be found?"

"She did give the concubine several songs, and she couldn't sing them to the guests outside the flower stage, which was also the condition that the concubine promised her."

"For... Why can't you sing? Lord Zhu's curiosity was hooked, and he left the flower girl on the side and sat down at the table where Ziyuan was.

"The girl said it was 'freshness', yes, that's what she said, if this song is heard too many times by the guests, the freshness will become weaker and weaker, and no matter how good the song is, it will not work."

Listening to Ziyuan's words, Lord Zhu nodded thoughtfully, "... It makes sense, indeed... It's really like that, just like when we come to Flower Street, we won't be accompanied by the same flower girl for a long time, and we will always get tired of seeing the same person all the time."

After saying this, Master Zhu seemed to have noticed something wrong, and quickly changed his words: "When... Of course, that refers to the average flower girl, like the Aster Girl, the leader of the flowers, every time you see it, you can bring a different amazing feeling..."

Listening to Lord Zhu's words, Zi Yuan smiled and picked up the wine jug on the table, filled it with a glass of wine, raised the wine glass in the direction of Lord Zhu and said, "This glass of wine is for Lord Zhu, and the concubine has thanked Lord Zhu for his praise."

"Sister Ziyuan~ What about me? I've come to praise my sister every time", Yuan Kongming, who was beside him, saw that Ziyuan and Master Zhu were talking and laughing, and he was unwilling to be lonely and joined the conversation with a wine glass.

"Yes, the concubine body also has to thank the three princes, thank you to the three princes every time they come to Yilanlou to support the concubine."

While the three of them were talking, Lord Han on the other side opened his mouth, "If I'm not mistaken, that Huamian girl is from a homeless background?" ”

"The exile is also a later thing, the concubine heard that she lived near the post station in the countryside when she was young, although it is not a big town, but the caravans from all over the world to the royal capital will rest at that post station"

"So it can be explained why she knows the cooking methods of various countries, but the recipes are easy to learn, but this word... I think there should be someone who has pointed out."

"Lord Han, it's hard to call Sister Ziyuan, don't always talk about such boring topics, come and drink"

Seeing that the third prince opened his mouth, several people turned back to the Lanqiu Festival, and the game continued to start, and the drum beat and the wine order resumed.

Turning to the next day, due to the previous day, Huamian Aster joined forces to present a good show, which led to a surge in the number of guests on the second day of the Lanqiu Festival, in addition to the ordinary flower street guests, there were many ordinary residents of the royal capital, and the purpose of their coming to Huamian Street was all to the food stalls of Huamian.

"Ten more skewers of fried eggplant here"

"The 20 skewers of fried soft fish I asked for first"

"Less mushrooms, more salt, more sauce"

"Don't squeeze the back!"

The flower stage performance time is still early, but the front of Yilan Building is already crowded with guests who have come to buy fried skewers, and many people dressed as waiters appear in the purchase procession.

The most fortunate thing at this moment is that fortunately, today's demand was estimated according to yesterday's sales volume, and a lot of ingredients were ordered, so that there would not be a shortage of supply.