Chapter 435

Xia Xiaoran was stunned and looked at him for a long time without saying anything. It was just because she didn't know how much she had sold and was thinking about it. But Wang Zhiwen thought that he had said something about her sadness and couldn't help apologizing to her: "I just asked casually. Don't take it to heart. It's not something you can control. I..."

Xia Xiaoran shook his head indifferently: "it's nothing. In fact, I'm curious about how much money my family sold me. Why don't you ask the master?"

Now Wang Zhiwen is stunned. What's the situation?

What does this little girl think all day long?

With Wang Zhiwen's affirmation, Xia Xiaoran was greatly inspired, and he felt proud. It seems that the arduous task of carrying forward Hubei cuisine is on his shoulders!

After getting along with Xia Xiaoran for a long time, Wang Zhiwen gradually feels that this girl is not a simple girl. She is not a clumsy girl like other people. Instead, she is clever. There is a saying that "the heart is more than the stem".

Other girls love flowers and plants. She has nothing to do in her spare time to plant pepper in the yard. In autumn, when she sees red pepper covered with tender twigs, she is happy as a child.

Besides, their two greatest pleasures are endorsement. They are often Wang Zhiwen back on a sentence, Xia Xiaoran followed by a sentence, not up to be punished.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky..."

"Run to the sea and never return." Xia Xiaoran said casually while watering the pepper.

"The green mountains and the water are far away..."

"The grass is not withered in the south of the Yangtze River at the end of autumn." Xia Xiaoran had no pressure to recite ancient poems. When she was a child, she was forced to recite a lot by her parents. Wang Zhiwen, who lived in this dynasty, and even later, had been forced to recite them. Although Wang Zhiwen had read many poems and learned four books and five classics, ancient women were virtuous without talent. Especially in remote areas, Xia Xiaoran could be called a talented woman.

"Oh, if we go on like this, we'll never be able to tell the difference." Xia Xiaoran put down the ladle, wiped the sweat on his forehead, turned back and said to Wang Zhiwen, who was enjoying the cool in the pavilion, "why don't we write poems ourselves, and then compare who is better? Who lost? Xia Xiaoran deliberately cleared his throat:" cough, I'm starting. Listen, don't be too surprised... "

Wang Zhiwen smiles a little and thinks, and listen to it.

"Qinyuan spring, snow, northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, look inside and outside the Great Wall... A few celebrities, but also look at today." Xia Xiaoran shakes his head and carries Qinyuan spring snow from head to tail. Seeing Wang Zhiwen's face full of sweat, he is very proud. Hum, can't our grandfather Mao's poems compare with the little scholar in your small place.

Wang Zhiwen wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and the fan in his hand was shaking more diligently. He couldn't help but wonder how this girl could write such magnificent poems. This artistic conception is beyond his reach.

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiaoran came up to him, took a fan and fanned for him, "how's it going, isn't it good? What about yours? "

Wang Zhiwen thought to himself that he could bend and stretch. He bit his lower lip and looked at Xia Xiaoran. After a while, he was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm willing to bow down. I'll water tomorrow."

Xia Xiaoran chuckled, looked at his slightly red face, and suddenly felt that he was more lovely.

"You can write poetry, and you can write so well..." Wang Zhiwen bowed his head and had to admire, "it's really a woman, not a man, admire, admire..."

Xia Xiaoran smiles and thinks, what is this? I didn't write it anyway.

She happily put the ladle in Wang Zhiwen's hand: "the responsibility of watering is up to you."

At this time, Xiaolian just came from another courtyard. When she saw Xia Xiaoran talking and laughing with Wang Zhiwen, she could not help but feel annoyed. Why, why could this poor girl eat and live with the young master, and the young master didn't treat her as a girl at all.

Xiaolian is holding fresh vegetables just purchased from the market. It can be seen that Xia Xiaoran doesn't want to give them to her at all.

Xia Xiaoran's alertness is not bad. He glances at Xiaolian from a distance, grabs the ladle from Wang Zhiwen's hand and says, "young master, you go to have a rest. Xiaolian is coming. I'll have a look."

Said she owed bowed, when is salute, and then trot to Xiaolian.

"Ouch, it seems that I will have to call you little grandma soon." Xiaolian said strangely.

Xia Xiaoran instantly understood her meaning, also did not explain, asked: "what are you doing here?"

Xiaolian handed her the fresh vegetables in the basket: "I'm afraid you will starve to death!"

Then he turned and left. Although she had a bad attitude, Xia Xiaoran still yelled at her behind: "thank you, thank you."

At this time, Wang Zhiwen also came, saw the basket in Xia Xiaoran's hand, and said with a smile: "can we study new dishes again today..."

Xia Xiaoran is worried, hot and dry noodles that pass, but there is nothing new to do. You know, in modern times, she is a person who doesn't work hard and doesn't pay for everything. She has a restaurant to eat, but she can't order takeout. Where does she have her own experience of thinking about dishes.

"Fish..." Wang Zhiwen pointed to the basket and said, "eat fish at night."

"Ah?" Xia Xiaoran looks down, isn't she? A fish was staring at himself, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked dead. She yelled "ah" and threw the basket to Wang Zhiwen, "I don't want to, I don't want to kill fish." Wang Zhiwen laughingly pointed to the basket and said, "I'm dead."“ Well, what internal organs and fish scales are there? What should we do? " Xia Xiaoran looks at him with his back, very embarrassed. Wang Zhiwen is even more difficult. He doesn't touch yangchunshui. He is a scholar. Alas, he doesn't know how to deal with fish“ What about that? " He helplessly looked at Xia Xiaoran, "otherwise, it will not eat it." Xia Xiaoran nodded like pounding garlic: "put it in the pond."“ Dead Wang Zhiwen repeated, "dead, already dead..." don't you put it in the pond and wait for it to stink. Xia Xiaoran of course knows that it is dead, but what should be done if it is not put in the pond? Do you really want her to scale the fish? Do you really want it to take out all the viscera of the fish?