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"Let me see the guest's order." Yang Ruoqing said.

The rules of the Supreme Member's Private Room are to order meals three days in advance.

The order is delivered to the chef, so there is plenty of time to prepare the ingredients.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the name of the dish selected by the guest on the order, smiled and nodded.

Herb and almond pesto noodles, Korean miso soup, crispy chicken fillet......

This guest is quite picky!

Keeping in mind the few private dishes ordered by the guests, she returned the order to Yang Huazhou.

"I know the private dishes in my heart, this order will be handed over to Uncle Zhou, and he is responsible for the special dishes." She said.

Yang Huazhou re-put away the list and asked Yang Ruoqing: "What ingredients do you need to prepare for the private dish?" ”

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and said to Luo Fengtang: "I said, you write." ”

Luo Fengtang nodded and picked up the pen and paper.

Seeing his gesture of holding the pen, Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.

This kid's ability to accept is really fast.

After more than two months of hard work, I was able to read and write and settle accounts.

Both civil and military.

"I'm ready, Qing'er, you can report it." Luo Fengtang said loudly.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, groaned, and reported the names of the ingredients.

"Vanilla, almonds, wheat flour, green bean paste."

"Potatoes, bean sprouts, lean meat, cabbage, onions, chicken breast, ......"

"And rice water."

"Mark it, the ...... of the second trip to wash the rice water"

One reads, one writes.

When the brush falls on the paper, the ink moistens the fine paper, making a subtle rustling sound, which is very nice.

The fragrance of ink overflowed faintly in the elegant room.

Yang Huazhou stood aside, and suddenly felt that this picture was so beautiful.

The golden boy and the girl have a tacit understanding.

Let him feel that he is standing here, which is a superfluous stroke in the picture.

If he hadn't waited for the list to procure, he would have wanted to quit.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing's voice stopped, and Luo Fengtang's brush was also resting on the pen stand on the side.

"It's written, Qing'er, look at what's missing."

His slender fingers picked up the paper.

He blew lightly on the ink that had not dried on the paper, and then handed it to Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting opposite.

Yang Ruoqing took it, and her eyes swept to the black and white words.

Under his eyes, a glimmer of light flickered.

The handwriting is peaceful and smooth, gorgeous and natural.

But between the lines, it reveals a strong and upright, like a dragon in the clouds.

It's really like the words!

Good words, good words!

"Well, it's complete."

She nodded with satisfaction and handed the list to Yang Huazhou.

Yang Huazhou got the list and took a look.

"Tang Yanzi's handwriting is really beautiful!"

He praised.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, a little embarrassed.

Yang Huazhou immediately took the list and walked out of the private room.

Here, Luo Fengtang was very happy, and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, did you hear that?" The fifth uncle praised me for my beautiful handwriting. ”

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled, and she looked proud.

"That's, don't look at who taught it!"

She was his teacher, and she taught him to write at the beginning, but she taught him hand by hand.

It's just that I think of my dog-crawling calligraphy......

Hey, the blue is better than the blue, and the future is terrifying!

Shame.

"Hehe, it's all Qing'er, the teacher, who teaches well, and I learned from Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang was patting the horse there.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were a little hot.

He coughed dryly and glanced at him again.

"Victory is not arrogant or defeated, don't let my fifth uncle praise you twice, and my tail will go to the sky."

She taught him in a serious way.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table: "If you want to reach the realm of being a teacher, you are still far away, continue to practice, do you know?" ”

Luo Fengtang restrained his smile and nodded seriously.

"Qing'er, don't worry, I will definitely practice diligently and don't lose your face!"

She nodded with a smile, "Well, with your words, you can rest assured as a teacher, come on!" ”

……

Looking at the row of swill buckets in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing shook her head in distress.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work, hey! ”

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh casually.

Behind him, there was the sound of stroking his palm.

"Good poetry, good poetry, really exquisite!"

Familiar sounds?

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look, only to see Mu Zichuan appear behind her at some point.

"Huh? Why are you here? Aren't you studying in the academy? ”

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Mr. Xia Tian has something to do temporarily today, so I will come over to see you and Tang Yanzi."

Mu Zichuan said calmly.

His clear eyes scorched after her.

"Qing'er is so good, she can even write poetry!"

"This poem is really exquisite. The words are concise, but the witty words express the hard work of the people! ”

He shook his head, smashed the poem into detail, and praised her again.

Praise made her bones lighter.

But the drum beat in his heart.

She wouldn't tell him that she had plagiarized the song "Hoe Peasant".

In modern times, the little pot friends in the kindergarten class will carry it.

"Qing'er, dare I ask how you came up with this exquisite sentence? Can you teach a thing or two? ”

Mu Zichuan asked again, Qingjun's face was full of modesty and admiration.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing's face turned red.

"Well, that's nothing, just a couple of limericks......" she said perfunctorily.

"I just saw those duck legs and chicken bones or something, and the customers threw them away before they were gnawed clean, it's a pity." She said.

I saw him have a thoughtful expression.

She hurriedly added: "Well, this is the legendary burst of inspiration, you don't have to dig deeper!" ”

Mu Zichuan nodded lightly.

Without digging deeper, he had already written it down.

"By the way, you just said that you came to see me and Tang Lingzi, so did you see him?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, "I came in from the backyard, and I just happened to meet Fifth Uncle Yang. ”

"Ask him about you, he said that you are here, and I will go straight to you, and I have never seen Tang Yanzi." He said.

Yang Ruoqing let out an 'oh'.

"He's in the front yard, let's go, I'll take you to him."

She was about to leave when she was stopped by him.

"There's no hurry, it's not too late to go later." He smiled.

"I'm here today because I have something to give you." He said.

"What?" She asked.

He glanced around, making sure there were only the two of them in the corner of the backyard.

Only then did he pull out a roll from under his sleeve.

The top is tied with a ribbon, and you can only see the white paper on the outside, but you can't see the inside.

"What's this?" She asked, but didn't reach for it.

Mu Zichuan forcibly stuffed it into her hand: "Doesn't Da'an like painting?" I promised him that I would draw a picture and let him use it as a sample for his tracing. ”

"I have to go home on the Qingming Festival, you transfer this to him on my behalf." He said.

So that's what happened?

Yang Ruoqing took it with confidence.

Seeing her take it, a smile flashed in Mu Zichuan's eyes.

As soon as the painting was handed over, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Qing'er ......"

Hearing him shout, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows lit up.

"Tang Yanzi, I'm here!"

She stood on tiptoe and waved at him.

On the side, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face faded a little.

There was a hint of unhappiness in his eyes.