(Three days of continuous updates have exhausted my brain power and physical strength. Thank you for your strong support during these three days. Thank you for your tips and subscriptions. Thank you. With your support, I have unlimited codes.

Word power..

Normal updates resume today, there are seven updates today)

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

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

The order is sent to the chef so that he has enough time to prepare the corresponding ingredients.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the name of the dish chosen by the customer on the order, and nodded with a smile.

Vanilla almond pesto noodles, Korean miso soup, crispy chicken tenders...

This customer is quite picky!

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

"I know the private dishes well. This order will be handed over to Uncle Zhou. He will be responsible for the special dishes," she said.

Yang Huazhou put away the list again and asked Yang Ruoqing: "What ingredients do I need to prepare for the private kitchen?"

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

Luo Fengtang nodded and picked up a pen and paper.

Seeing his gesture of writing, Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.

This kid's receptive ability is really amazing.

It took more than two months to learn how to read, write and calculate accounts at the fingertips.

Both civil and military.

"I'm ready, Qing'er, please report." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, pondered for a moment, and gave a list of ingredients.

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

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

"And rice water."

"Mark it, you have to make a second trip to wash rice water..."

One reads, the other writes.

When the brush falls on the paper, the ink moistens the fine paper and makes a subtle rustling sound, which is very pleasant to hear.

The fragrance of ink overflows lightly in the elegant room.

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

The golden boy and the beautiful girl have such a tacit understanding.

It made him feel like standing here was a superfluous touch in the picture.

If he hadn't been waiting to get the order to purchase, he would have wanted to quit.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing's voice stopped, and Luo Fengtang's brush was placed on the pen holder next to it.

"It's written, Qing'er, look and see if you missed anything."

He held the paper with his slender fingers.

He blew lightly on the wet ink on the paper and then handed it to Yang Ruoqing who was sitting opposite.

Yang Ruoqing took it and glanced at the black and white words on the paper.

A glint of light flashed across his eyes.

The handwriting is peaceful, smooth, gorgeous and natural.

But between the lines, there is a strength and uprightness, like a floating cloud startling a dragon.

It’s true what the person says!

Good words, good words!

"Well, it's very complete."

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

Yang Huazhou got the order and took a look at it.

"Tang Yazi's calligraphy is so beautiful!"

he praised.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, a little embarrassed.

Yang Huazhou immediately took the list and left the private room.

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

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up, with a proud look on her face.

"That's right, no matter who taught it!"

She was his teacher. She taught him how to write, step by step, stroke by stroke.

But, thinking of my doggy-style calligraphy...

Hey, the young is better than the blue, the future generations are to be feared!

Ashamed.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to teacher Qing'er who teaches well. I learned from you Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang was patting the horse there.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were a little hot.

He coughed dryly and looked at him again.

"Don't be arrogant in victory and don't be discouraged in defeat. Don't let your tail rise to the sky just because my fifth uncle praised you a few words."

She taught him seriously.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "If you want to reach the level of being a teacher, you are still far from ready. Keep practicing, you know?"

Luo Fengtang suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, Qing'er, I will practice diligently and not embarrass you!"

She nodded with a smile, "Well, with your words, I will feel relieved as a teacher. Come on!"

…

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

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work, alas!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Behind him, there was the sound of stroking hands.

"Good poem, good poem, really exquisite!"

Familiar voice?

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Mu Zichuan appearing behind her at some unknown moment.

"Ah? Why are you here? Aren't you studying in school?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Sir, I have something to do this afternoon, so I will come over to see you and Tang Yazi."

Mu Zichuan said calmly.

His clear eyes were chasing her figure.

"Qing'er is so amazing, she can even write poems!"

"This poem is really exquisite. The words are concise, but the words are eloquent, and it tells the hard work of the people!"

He shook his head, read the poem carefully, and praised her profusely.

I praised her so much that her bones felt lighter.

But my heart was beating a drum.

She wouldn't tell him that she actually plagiarized the song "Hoe Farmer".

In modern times, all the children in kindergarten classes can memorize it.

"Qing'er, I'd like to ask you how you came up with this wonderful sentence? Can you give me a lesson?"

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

At this time, Yang Ruoqing blushed.
To be continued...