Chapter 437

"Can you tell me something?" Wang Zhiwen's mind is obviously not on fish.

How can you get out of the way. Xia Xiaoran shook his head and said: "young master, you eat first. I worked hard to make it. Moreover, when I went to bed at night, Xia Xiaoran sat beside Wang Zhiwen with a small stool, fanning for him and humming.

"What are you singing?" Wang Zhiwen listened to her hum and haw, then turned to look at her and said seriously, "speak up, I can't hear you clearly."

Xia Xiaoran simply let go of his voice: "when will the moon come? Ask Qingtian about the wine... "

She even put the words into songs, which is not the kind of opera singing. Wang Zhiwen came to the interest: "who are you in the end? How do you feel that you are full of money, not like a peasant woman."

one 's mind?

Xia Xiaoran straight want to laugh, once upon a time, he has become a man full of money. If this is heard by his teachers and classmates when he was in school, I'm afraid he will laugh at Xia Xiaoran all his life.

But since Wang Zhiwen raised this question, he doubted Xia Xiaoran. Xia Xiaoran felt cold sweat on his back. If you don't answer Wang Zhiwen's doubts, you will be in a state of uneasiness. If I knew that, I wouldn't be forced to use the songs I recited. Xia Xiaoran wants to look up to the sky and roar. As expected, he is forced by thunder.

Xia Xiaoran tilted his head to think, seriously said: "in fact, I learned to read and write when I was a child. At that time, there was a mother-in-law who taught me, but I saw her when I grew up."

"Granny?" Wang Zhiwen sat up, "what kind of mother-in-law? If she can teach you so well, she must be full of learning, right? "

Xia Xiaoran shook his head in a hurry: "I'm not sure, young master. In fact, I don't know much about the four books and five classics. I just know a little bit of simple poetry and ode."

"That's great, too." Wang Zhiwen said sincerely, "if only I could be as eloquent as you, I might have been a Jinshi long ago."

Xia Xiaoran vomits his tongue, thinking that his joke is too big. He can't do it in the future, or he will become a master. I don't know why I only know poetry, and I came here to study Hubei cuisine, Hubei cuisine

Thinking of Hubei cuisine, Xia Xiaoran thinks it's necessary to ask the local people about their eating habits. How can they make it behind closed doors. Of course, Hubei cuisine is the traditional dish of the local people. How can a northerner know it. She asked Wang Zhiwen tentatively, "do you think my food is delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious." Wang Zhiwen replied without thinking.

"Actually, I'm not very good at it. Can you ask your chef to teach me something? Some of your favorite home dishes, OK Xia Xiaoran said carefully.

Wang Zhiwen looked at her and said with a smile, "in fact, why do you have to cook? Let's send a chef at home. I prefer to sing poems against you."

But my task is not to recite poems, my task is to make Hubei cuisine

Xia Xiaoran felt that this task was more and more difficult. She asked cautiously, "I want to learn how to cook, OK?"

Wang Zhiwen looked at her and felt strange: "why?"

"I just want to be interested." Xia Xiaoran threw away the illusion of being careful and said with a strong sense of reason. Looking at Wang Zhiwen, his suspicious eyes slowly lowered. Xia Xiaoran thinks his lies are too serious.

"So." Wang Zhiwen's brow is still not open. After all, it's not easy to find such a pleasant person to fight against him.

My young master, you don't have so many worries. Xia Xiaoran helped her forehead.

Reaching over Wang Zhiwen's shoulder, Xia Xiaoran sighed helplessly. With these days of getting along, Xia Xiaoran thoroughly understands Wang Zhiwen's temperament and temperament. This guy doesn't have the airs of a young master, and he doesn't treat Xia Xiaoran differently like other people in the house. He just has a little too big a head.

The most urgent thing is to stabilize him first, "I'm just going to learn how to cook, and I'm not going to leave here and never come back. Besides, I'm not learning how to cook for the young master." Xia Xiaoran smiles on his face. In fact, he roars in his heart!

This sentence Xia Xiaoran said little maid full, fortunately Wang Zhiwen mind is not flexible, did not think of the taste of flattery, just carefully consider the feasibility of Xia Xiaoran words.

"But you can only learn from the chef for two hours and accompany me to study in the evening." Wang Zhiwen made a difficult concession, who let himself appreciate Xia Xiaoran, the requirements of Xia Xiaoran naturally to consider.

Xia Xiaoran quickly calculated in his mind that two hours is equal to four hours, plus the four hours of cooking for Wang Zhiwen, he had two theoretical and practical lessons. Xia Xiaoran deeply felt that the high wall of developing Hubei cuisine was opened by himself.

"No problem." Xia Xiaoran is excited, and her hand on Wang Zhiwen's shoulder is much bigger. Shengsheng takes the other side short.

Wang Zhiwen

"Ha ha." Xia Xiaoran picked up the fan and gave it to Wang Zhiwen. By the way, he cooled his hot and dry face.

The next day, Xia Xiaoran changed into a capable suit and braided her hair into a long braid, revealing her bright and clean forehead. In front of the mirror, Xia Xiaoran straightens his sleeves. Fortunately, the Wang family sent him some clothes to change. Otherwise, he really has no face to go to the teacher. The spring breeze suddenly brings the sweet smell of pear flowers into the house. Xia Xiaoran fixed his eyes and saw that there was a figure in the scattered flower shadow on the door. Can't help but bend the corner of the mouth, the scholar is embarrassed to come in, even a voice to remind a also won't, really pedantic lovely. At last, Xia Xiaoran took a look at the bronze mirror. At this time, he found that Luo Baixiang was actually good-looking. Although he was not gorgeous, the standard duck egg face and delicate facial features were very attractive. When he bent the corner of his mouth, the small pear vortex and bright and smart eyes on his face complemented each other, which made him feel like a naughty neighbor's sister. Out of the door, Wang Zhiwen looked at the well-dressed Xia Xiaoran. Sure enough, his eyes were bright, and he hurriedly lowered his head, but he still let Xia Xiaoran see the slightly red face. Yo yo, Xia Xiaoran has a strange smile on his face. Is this shyness“ Young master, what are you looking down at? Is there anything on the ground Xia Xiaoran looks at Wang Zhiwen and laughingly lowers his head to look at Wang Zhiwen's face. Wang Zhiwen did not open his face in a hurry and said abruptly, "you are my woman. No matter whether you have fame or not, you can't dress up like a girl who hasn't come out of the cabinet."