Although she was very unwilling to give up, Cao Pi had to admit that the lunch level in Sikong Mansion was indeed very high. She didn't know that these lunch boxes were actually not made by Wang Yong, unless they were the three servings of Cao Cao, Guo Jia and Xun Yu.

However, he personally supervised the other lunch boxes. He had strict instructions on selecting ingredients, cooking and seasoning, which was not as good as him, but naturally the quality was not bad. And what he wanted to bring to Zhang Song was such a lunch box.

"Where is it, the lord personally told me to send a copy to the president. How dare I, my subordinate, be negligent?" Wang Yong said with a smile. Considering Cao Cao's age and at least hundreds of years of reign, he might have died by then. There is no need to please Cao Pi too much.

"Hmph!" Cao Pi continued to eat the lunch box, too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

"Let me forget it? Just a meal..." Zhang Song used to study hard, but he didn't pay much attention to food. Perhaps it was because of the poor nutritional relationship since childhood, which made him even uglier when he grew up.

"No, no, no, the saints have said 'food, sex, and nature'. If you are a human being, if you don't even enjoy it, then isn't you too tired to live? Besides... Eat more nutritious things, maybe you can become more handsome..." Wang Yong quipped.

"How can I become handsome like this?" Fortunately, Zhang Song also knew that the other party was joking. If it were someone else, he would probably have to temper the other party's face. What he cared most about was that others talked about his appearance.

"You are too thin now. Maybe you are a little fatter and your edges will be a little rounder, which will look much better. Besides, you can keep up with the nutrition and your spirit will be better..." Wang Yong was really thinking about this feasibility.

"Seriously, if that's the case..." Zhang Song really cared too much about his appearance, and he really had to care about it when he heard this. He just wanted to eat something, but his temper couldn't do it.

"It's better!" Wang Yong thought for a while, "You pay part of the meal fee, Sikong Mansion pays part of it, and then provide you with meals according to this ratio."

"Okay, Zhang will be disrespectful!" Zhang Song naturally had no need to refuse when he heard this.

"Then I'll do it too. Anyway, I'll have a salary if I become the president!" Cao Pi said unwillingly.

"If you think this way, your lord will definitely be very pleased to know that you will be!" Wang Yong immediately showed a touching expression when he heard this.

"Go to die!" Cao Pi threw the lunch box over in shame and anger.

"It just so happens that I have to take back this..." Wang Yong took the lunch box casually, then turned around and left. At the speed of Cao Pi throwing it over, he had no intention of throwing it to him. With his dynamic vision, it was too easy to grasp the lunch box!

"Hmph!" Cao Pi did not intend to hurt him, but he just took it casually and left casually, only to feel angry. After all, he was a girl of twelve years old and could easily throw a tantrum over some trivial matters.

Two days passed quickly, and the entire newspaper began to operate. On this day, Wang Yong had to take a day off and pay special attention to the situation of the newspaper. Fortunately, Cao Cao was reasonable and approved his leave... But someone had to send him to the afternoon tea!

"How about eating cakes for afternoon tea?" Wang Yong tilted his head.

"Ha?" Cao Pi buried her head in reviewing the manuscripts. According to regulations, she wanted to choose a manuscript that could be published with Zhang Song, and then post it to the newspaper. Naturally, she couldn't hear Wang Yong's muttering clearly.

"Although the ice cream cake is prepared like the same, the weather in late autumn is a bit hot..." Wang Yong thought for a while.

"Whatever!" Cao Pi continued to lower his head to work. Anyway, afternoon tea or something had nothing to do with her.

"The lord said, given that you have a hard work, you will also have a meal for afternoon tea..." Wang Yong replied. Yes, knowing that Cao Pi actually took out part of his salary to pay for the meal, Cao Cao felt that this daughter seemed to have grown up, so he gave more preferential treatment.

The key point is that recently, when I was having afternoon tea, there was one missing person who chatted with her.

"So...what is ice cream cake?" Cao Pi immediately became a little interested.

"It's the part that uses ice cream instead of cream. In fact, the ice cream contains cream..." Wang Yong thought for a while, "It's very good to pair it with a pot of Wuyi Mountain Rock Tea at this time!"

Wuyishan rock tea belongs to oolong tea, between green tea and black tea, and is a semi-fermented tea species. The most famous of them is the variety of "Dahongpao"... It was said that for a long time, Wang Yong thought that Dahongpao was a black tea...

"It's okay..." Cao Pi didn't understand tea, and of course he didn't understand what ice cream cake tasted, so he could only respond casually.

"The printing will start tomorrow. Are you ready?" Zhang Song reminded. Is it time to talk about afternoon tea? Of course he won't say that, and he actually wants to try it...

"The manuscripts are almost ready. After the review is nothing, you can send them to print them directly..." Cao Pi chose the manuscripts he had already selected. "Who contributed this vernacular novel?"

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", a strange name! Who is Jin Yong?" Zhang Song looked at it. This should not be his management, which means he should come from Wang Yong. The key is that Jin Yong and Wang Yong both have the word "Yong".

"How is it like me? Isn't it good?" Wang Yong said with a smile. Thanks to his memory, he had to find out the depths of his memory, and what he saw when he was a child was not a problem.

"Average, especially this verse, is not a common specification... a bad review!" Cao Pi directly deprecated that it was worthless and his writing was too white, and the verses were not in the mainstream style of poetry.

"Seven-character characters have existed since the previous Han Dynasty, but they are not popular. However, since they have existed since ancient times, they are not abrupt." Wang Yong shrugged, "Besides, we run newspapers, which are originally aimed at the people. If the people can't understand it, it's better to just run a residence and newspaper!"

"It's true. No wonder Wuyou chose civilian scholars to be the subject of field research. Their writing style is vernacular..." Zhang Song nodded, then realized his mistake and continued to start revising the manuscript.

The editors below obviously heard the conversation between the three of them. When choosing and polishing the manuscript, they also began to pay attention to this aspect. They showed off their knowledge and added a lot of private goods, but now it seems a bit nonsense.

"But by the way..." Zhang Song read the novel, "The content is OK, but this dynasty..."

"Just borrowing a country, you can avoid being criticized by those scholars." Wang Yong shrugged.

"And as far as I know, Wuyou's handwriting..." Zhang Songke did not intend to let Wang Yong go.

"Okay! I admit that this is what I read and my wife wrote." Wang Yong could only admit that this was a work written by Guo Jia after he oralized it.

"Without worry and having time, you have to practice writing..." Zhang Song joked.

"I am just a chef. What's the point of writing well?" Wang Yong shook his head. He would not say that he was actually practicing. After all, chefs should not only be rough and heroic, but also tender and delicate, and hard and soft complement each other, and neither is missing!
Chapter completed!