After the divorce, I was tricked into a love show, and my ex-wife was anxious

at this time,

Mr. Zhao beside him suddenly sighed,

"Do you think that hundreds of years ago, those literati and poets also enjoyed boating on the lake like us?"

Mr. Feng nodded and said,

"That's natural. It's not strange to compose poetry on the spot when you're in the mood."

Speaking of which,

Zhao Lao's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked at Feng Lao and said,

"Old Feng, why don't we follow the ancients' lead and recite some poems today?"

When Mr. Feng heard this, he snorted coldly.

He pointed at Shen Yu and said unhappily,

"Young friend Shen Yu is here, and I want to ask you if you have the nerve to write poetry?"

Mr. Zhao's expression froze when he heard this.

He had forgotten that Shen Yu, the recently famous poet, was still here.

Subsequently,

He smiled and looked at Shen Yu and said,

"Friend Shen Yu, would you like to try writing another poem about West Lake? The previous one, "Drinking on the Lake After Rain, First Clear, Then Rain," was really well written."

Feng Ruoxi and Zhao Xin, who were standing by, also showed expressions of great interest.

Shen Yu looked around.

Finding that there seemed to be no chance for me to refuse, I smiled and said,

"It seems I have no choice but to do it, otherwise Mr. Feng and Mr. Zhao won't let me get off the boat. Well, since I can't refuse such a kind invitation, I will show my ugliness."

The two elders burst into laughter when they heard this.

Then he looked at Shen Yu with burning eyes, wanting to see his masterpiece.

Subsequently,

Shen Yu stood up and looked at the scenery in the distance.

Suddenly a poem rang out in my mind, and I recited it softly:

"The West Lake is beautiful with its light boat and short oars, its winding green water, its long embankment lined with fragrant grass, and the faint sound of music and singing everywhere."

"The water is smooth as glass in the windless air; the boat moves imperceptibly, but the slightest movement of the ripples startles sand birds into flight over the shore."

After reciting this poem,

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Feng seemed to be possessed by a demon, and they kept reciting these words silently.

Feng Ruoxi and Zhao Xin, who were standing by, were not much different at this moment.

Although Zhao Xin looks a bit dissolute,

However, having grown up in a family with a strong literary atmosphere, his appreciation ability is also very good.

So when I heard this verse,

I immediately understood that this was definitely a rare and good poem.

He also kept reciting it silently in his mouth.

bow,

Luo Zhi sat in front of the guqin, playing the music.

While looking at his sweetheart with love.

Seeing Shen Yu compose another excellent poem, she was happier than the moment she became a piano master.

For a long time,

Mr. Zhao finally reacted.

He looked at Shen Yu eagerly and said,

"Well, what a great poem, Caisangzi. Just based on this poem alone, it definitely has a place among all the poems of Caisangzi."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu quickly waved his hands and said,

"Mr. Zhao, you are too kind. You don't deserve such praise."

Mr. Feng also came back to his senses at this time. After hearing what Shen Yu said,

He quickly said,

"Old Zhao is right this time. Although this poem lacks some flavor compared to the Caisangzi written by Mr. You'an, Nalan and others, it is still an excellent poem."

After hearing this, Shen Yu did not explain any further.

after all,

Excessive modesty is a bit hypocritical.

Moreover, this poem by Ouyang Xiu is indeed very good among the names of the Caisangzi style poems.

Subsequently,

The three of them started to discuss this poem "Picking Mulberries".

Zhao Xin and Feng Ruoxi also sat behind the others as if they were attending a class.

Listening quietly to several people chatting.

Until noon,

The group then boarded the pleasure boat and returned to Mr. Zhao's home.

At this time, the aroma of food filled the air in Mr. Zhao's home.

The aroma is so fragrant that just from the sense of smell, the food must taste good.

After a few people sat down,

Several middle-aged men wearing tall chef hats came in with food and placed it on the dining table.

Mr. Zhao looked at Shen Yu and Luo Zhi and said with a smile,

"Friend Shen Yu, the food on the table was specially prepared by the chef I hired from Banbianlou. Some of the dishes were made by the previous generation of Banbianlou's head chef, who has since retired. If he and I weren't so familiar with each other, we wouldn't be able to enjoy this today."

Shen Yu was immediately interested.

If I had known that Banbianlou was a famous restaurant in Jiangsu and Zhejiang,

But when Shen Yu, Luo Zhi and others went there for a trip last time, they wanted to try it.

In the end, because there were too many people waiting, I gave up.

did not think of,

I actually tasted it here at Mr. Zhao’s place, and some of the dishes were made by the previous generation of chefs.

To know,

In the culinary industry, it is important to keep a hand.

Every chef has his own unique recipe.

The apprentice starved the master to death.

To prevent this from happening,

Therefore, when a chef is teaching an apprentice, he will not share his best skills with the apprentice without first verifying the apprentice's character.

This has also led to the continuous decline in the level of chefs.

The other is the accumulation of time. The chef is fed with ingredients.

Generally speaking, the older the chef is, the better his cooking skills will be.

Of course, this is not absolute.

There are always some weirdos with incredible talents or amazing understanding, and Shen Yu is one of them.

When the food comes,

Mr. Zhao immediately invited everyone to start eating, and he personally picked up a piece of Dongpo pork for Shen Yu with a serving chopstick.

Shen Yu quickly stood up slightly and handed over his bowl.

And thanked Mr. Zhao.

Only then did he put the piece of Dongpo pork in his mouth.

As soon as it enters the mouth,

The whole mouth is suddenly filled with a fresh and mellow taste, with distinct layers.

There is no need to chew at all, the meat is stewed to be extremely soft and glutinous.

It is fat but not greasy, glutinous but not sticky,

It is simply an indescribable taste feast.

After Shen Yu finished eating, he couldn't help but nodded.

The taste and cooking time of this Dongpo pork are perfect.

Even if Shen Yu were to do it himself, his level would probably be around this level.

Subsequently,

He picked up the serving chopsticks again, picked up a piece of Dongpo pork and placed it in Luo Zhi's bowl.

"Azhi, you should also try this Dongpo pork, it tastes very good."

Luo Zhi raised her head,

Seeing Mr. Feng and Mr. Zhao looking at him with a smile on their faces, he suddenly felt a little flustered.

But after seeing Shen Yu's encouraging eyes beside him,

My heart instantly calmed down.

After nodding, he picked up the chopsticks and gently put the piece of Dongpo pork into his mouth.

As soon as I entered,

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she looked at Shen Yu in surprise.

When Mr. Zhao saw that Shen Yu and Luo Zhi both liked the food very much, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Making guests happy and satisfied with their meals is the greatest affirmation of the host's hospitality.

Mr. Zhao said cheerfully,

"Just eat what you like, help yourself, don't be restrained."