The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

"Clean up here. I'll go to the back and make some food for you guys to try."

Lan Wangshu put the wine brewed using traditional methods that she bought here into the system a few days ago and sold it. The wine of this era has a soft and mellow taste, is mellow in flavor, and is delicious without getting drunk or hurting the spleen and stomach. It is very popular in the system and the unit price is not low. She bought it for two taels of silver and sold it for five taels of silver. When she was setting the price, she also thought that no matter how good the modern technology is, it cannot compare to this original flavor.

After she bought it last time, it was left on the system for a long time but no one bought it until someone saw the price and became curious. She just wanted the wine she sold to be almost the same as the one on the ticket.

That's why we prepared two categories of drinks: tea and wine. Tea is divided into flower tea, fruit tea and plain tea. Wine is flower wine, fruit wine and base wine syrup for various cocktails bought from the system. The price adjustment can also be a show to watch.

It’s not easy to make money, Wangshu buys art.

For food, she chose some pastries and steamed snacks. Scholars don’t like environments with oil smoke, so Lan Wangshu, after clarifying her target group, was determined to create a more elegant environment.

Today's meal is based on the season, and a table of osmanthus tea meal is prepared.

The dishes were placed one after another in the private room with a revolving table. On the transparent glass were small rattan boats of different sizes, which contained osmanthus cake, osmanthus wine, osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, osmanthus spareribs, osmanthus duck... The aroma of the food echoed with the osmanthus flowers in front of the window. For a moment, the whole street was filled with a stronger fragrance of osmanthus.

Lan Wangyan's eyes were already filled with greed as he stared at the delicious food in front of him.

Lan Wangshu felt that something was missing, it was still not elegant enough. Wine tasting is always inseparable from poetry tasting.

The girl turned around and went downstairs, followed by the others. The Lan family's eldest wife was well-educated, and since the head of the family didn't pick up her chopsticks, the others could only watch and could not eat, so they all started to surround Lan Wangshu.

She picked up the wolf-hair brush on the pen holder, her eyes moved, and she didn't know what was in her mind before she lowered her gaze to the paper.

Lan Wangshu planned to open the shop after Lan Luochen started school, and then hold an event to chant poems about osmanthus with a prize of one or two taels of gold, in order to first promote the name and elegant characteristics of Zui Fusheng.

She wrote as if inspired by God, completing the work in one go. Her beautiful thin golden figure has both form and spirit, and looks slender and sharp, which is a good interpretation of what character is.

Dark light yellow soft

Love is far away, only the fragrance remains

Why light blue or deep red?

Naturally the best among flowers

Mei Dingdu

Chrysanthemum should be shy

The painted railings are the crown of Mid-Autumn Festival

The poem ends here, and she does not plan to continue writing the next two sentences. The literary intention is difficult to explain, but up to this point, it is amazing enough and very suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After thinking for a while, he changed a piece of paper, started writing again, and wrote a new poem.

A vast expanse of cold light spreads overnight

There is no cloud where the ice wheel is

Jiufeng is far away and the west wind is cold

Guizi lights the jade pot

Lan Wangshu remembered that Dingzhenlou was next to the lake, and there would be many people going boating on the lake. As long as she wrote a better poem than this one, she could go to Zui Fusheng to receive a Mid-Autumn Festival gift, and she could also have a meal at Dingzhenlou. The two families were linked together, as the saying goes, making friends through poetry. Those who heard the news were her target customers.

The twins have also recently started learning to read with Lan Luochen, and it is obvious that neither of these two poems is signed by Lan Wangshu.

"Why didn't you write your own name, sister?"

Lan Wangyan looked curious. He didn't know many words, but it was obvious that none of these words had anything to do with Lan Wangshu.

"This is not a poem I wrote. If someone finds out, they will arrest me."

The brothers thought that their sister would be discovered to be a fairy by others so they were unwilling to sign her name. However, He Yi did not think so. He was more convinced that Lan Wangshu's identity was not simple, so he really had to let the young master investigate it carefully.

"Okay, let's go eat. He Yi, as usual, send one portion to the He family, yours is in the pot."

He Yi nodded in understanding, and the tall figure went about his business.

The four siblings sat down on the second floor. Lan Wangyan couldn't help it. Lan Wangshu even heard the sound of him swallowing his saliva. He deliberately placed the wicker boat slowly and didn't move his chopsticks.

"elder sister."

Lan Wangyan looked at her aggrievedly, then looked at the food. "If you don't eat it now, the food will get cold."

Lan Wangyu silently moved his butt, trying to get away from his brother.

Lan Wangshu poured out the osmanthus wine, took a sip, and then it was time to eat.

Lan Luochen picked up food for her two younger brothers first before it was her turn to eat. Looking at the exquisite osmanthus cake in front of her, it had a unique and beautiful shape. When she ate it, she found it had a delicate taste. Her sister really had a pair of skillful hands.

When he was about to grasp the bottle of wine, Lan Wangshu stopped him, and he could only look at her in confusion.

"Children can't drink alcohol, so they should have tea."

Lan Wangshu took out a transparent glass pot from one side. There was a ceramic rack underneath. She took out a match and lit the candle. After a while, the osmanthus tea, which was already quite hot, began to bubble again. The small osmanthus flowers floated up and down, which looked very interesting.