"The reason why we didn't stop us is that we wrote two poems here before, so we can enter Wenju." The little girl continued Guan Miaohuan's words.
"It turns out they are you two little girls. I said you don't come to me normally, but why did you come here suddenly this time? It turns out that you have brought new friends. Since they are your friends, let them come in." A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe walked out and said.
This middle-aged man was the shopkeeper of Wenju, named Zhang Jumo, and was also a great scholar. He was just a great scholar who had just entered the innate world and was good at writing food articles.
Zhang Jumo was on the counter and counted that he would need to enter some food villages in the next month. Now the Yuan Dynasty is in chaos. As the food prices rise, he needs to control the money for buying food within a certain range.
But at this time he heard the sound of talking outside the door. Usually when he came to his place to eat, he would not stay at the door. He either came in directly or showed his talents. However, the sounds coming from outside now are not similar, so he came out to take a look.
When Zhang Jumo's words fell, the old man who stopped Zhou An and Huang Shiying, dropped his arms and let Zhou An and Huang Shiying go in.
Although the old man dressed very simply, he was very knowledgeable. He was a person who came here to test his knowledge. For example, if a Confucian scholar wanted to write a poem, the old man needed to see the quality of the poem, and the fundamentally good or bad, to give him how much time to eat in Wenju.
After hearing this, Zhou An immediately walked into Wenju. Since there was such a good thing, why didn’t it go well? Huang Shiying followed Zhou An in immediately.
During the period when she was hosting the Huang family, Huang Shiying also understood what Zhou An is doing now. Not only can literature help the world, but martial arts can also determine the world. So no matter what literary talent Zhou An shows, she believes that Zhou An can pass it.
But now Zhou An did not show his literary talent, but instead followed Zhang Jumo's words without any shame. This made Huang Shiying speechless. He was so talented, so why didn't he show it?
"Hmph, I still want to see his literary talent." Seeing Zhou An, the little girl always felt annoying, so she said this.
"I don't have any literary talent, so I won't be ugly anymore," Zhou An said modestly.
"How is it possible? It looks at the strong flow of literary energy on your body, and the trace of milky white aura on your body should have been cultivated. It can be seen that you are already a great scholar. Since you have become a great scholar, it means that your literary talent has reached a certain level. Who can come in if you don't come in?" Zhang Jumo said.
"No, why can't I see it?" said the little girl.
"Only the level of great scholars can be clearly felt." Zhang Jumo said.
While speaking, the person had already entered the room. Zhou An looked inside. There were paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, with seals or names on the calligraphy and paintings. It seemed that he was here to have a meal and made here.
However, Zhou An did not intend to show his talents. After all, this place is a place where great scholars gather. With his reputation, he may become famous within a short time. Of course, Zhou An would also reveal his identity when he broke into Confucius Temple, but that was different from this time.
"Why are there so few tables and chairs here?" Zhou An said.
There were only five large tables in front of me, and six chairs were around each large table.
"There are very few people who come here to eat, most of them are outsiders, and those who come here from outside are confident and talented. There are very few people who are confident and talented in this world, so this place is relatively deserted." Zhang Jumo said.
Zhou An and Huang Shiying sat at a table, and Huang Shiying said, "Sister Huan, you can eat with you too. I haven't come for such a long time. I want to know what happened here in Confucius Temple during this period."
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to know how you have been through the past few years." Guan Miaohuan sat next to Huang Juying, and the little girl who followed Guan Miaohuan also sat next to Guan Miaohuan.
"What kind of dishes do you want to order?" Zhang Jumo said, "This is the menu."
Zhou An took it over and looked at the contents. After reading it, Zhou An discovered that there were only five dishes and one rice dish.
The names of the five dishes are very poetic, namely: Qinsang low green branches, egrets flying in desert paddy fields, phoenix swimming on the phoenix platform, shady summer trees turn into orioles, and deer grass is like green silk.
A dish of rice is; the vast white desert.
There are only six pages in the book, and each page only uses iron and silver pen to write the name of the dish, which is simple and terrifying.
The characters are written very well, and the names are quite poetic. They must be written by people who are good at calligraphy and those who are good at writing poetry and articles. But just writing a name, Zhou An always feels too monotonous, so just put on a picture.
"What do you think?" Zhou An originally wanted to order food, but when he saw the little girl's malicious smile, Zhou An did not order it and gave the menu to Huang Shiying next to him.
Huang Shiying did not look at it, but whispered to Zhou An: "Just eat it casually, don't need to be more."
At this time, Zhou An didn't know that the dishes here were probably not that good, although the name sounded very good.
"It should be fine if I order all the leftovers." Even so, Zhou An still wanted to see these five dishes with such poetic names and to see what these five dishes looked like.
"Just order one, just order one." Huang Shiying said.
Zhou An immediately felt relieved and said, "Order one dish for each dish, and four meals are required."
"I will instruct the chef to do it now. Please wait a moment and give it to you immediately." Zhang Jumo said.
"I haven't eaten the food here for a long time. I miss it so much now." The little girl took out the chopsticks from the cylinder on the table and said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Jumo held a wooden board with four meals and five dishes on it.
Zhang Jumo put the five dishes in the center of the table and put the four rice in front of Zhou An, Huang Shiying, Guan Miaohuan and the little girl.
Zhou An was shocked when he looked at the five dishes and one rice in front of him. He finally knew why the menu was not available. What was the name of the rice in front of him? It was called the white desert, and there was a bowl of white rice in front of him.
There are five dishes, which are called deer grass as green shreds, which are fried three shreds, fried sea seaweed tooth shreds, green pepper shreds, and mushroom shreds; Qinsang low green branches are fried beef shreds, green pepper shreds; the flying egrets in the desert paddy fields are fish-boiled cabbage soup; the Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform is a roasted chicken, and the shade of summer wood turns oriole is a fried egg and flat-tip bamboo shoots.
These are all home-cooked dishes. I'm afraid a table can be made for a tael of silver. No wonder the little girl showed such an expression.
However, this name is of high quality, and people who don’t know think it’s so delicious.
Zhou An picked up the chopsticks and picked them up and fryed them. He took a bite. It was not so fragrant or unpleasant. It tasted like the usual dish.
"Why did the dishes serve so quickly? The cooking time should not be so short." Zhou An said.
Huang Shiying and Guan Miaohuan were just eating slightly, while talking, Zhou An didn't hear clearly what he said, as if he was talking about his own experiences.
Zhou An didn't bother to listen to what the woman said, but instead noticed the little girl in front of her. He couldn't pay attention, and the little girl didn't eat it. She just stared at Zhou An, as if she was looking at something giant panda. Zhou An was a little unnatural, so she said something.
"All the chefs here are literati who are good at food poetry. As long as they recite poetry dishes and rice, they can come up immediately." The little girl looked at Zhou An with a fool's eyes.
"It's okay to do this." Zhou An said novelly. He could do this when he heard poetry for the first time.
"Of course, it's very beneficial for writing poetry. You'll know if you try it in the future." The little girl said with a lip silence.
"Why don't you eat? What do you think of me like this? I can't eat it as a meal." Zhou An said.
"You'll be full, just look at it." said the little girl.
"I'm too handsome." Zhou An couldn't help but tease her.
"No, it just depends on you being angry and full." The little girl said.
"I didn't provoke you, right?" Zhou An said.
"You are so angry." The little girl said with her eyes rolling.
"It's impossible. I used to be very popular with women." Zhou An said.
"Those are all ignorant women." said the little girl.
"By the way, I don't know what your name is." Zhou An said.
"I don't want to tell you." said the little girl.
"It's your name that's bad." Zhou An said.
"You use the provocation method." The little girl said with a glaring eyes.
"If you don't have to be sure that someone has a good name, you don't want others to know if someone has a bad name." Zhou An said.