Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

Lu Zhiqiu asked unhappily:

"Don't you have your own bed? Why do you always like sleeping in my bed?"

Xu Xianxian chuckled and said:

"It's already daybreak, I'm here to wake you up."

Lu Zhiqiu looked up and out the window, and sure enough, the winter sun was already shining brightly.

But Lu Zhiqiu just shrank his neck, wrapped the quilt tighter, and curled up in the warm bed like a curled up little caterpillar.

She hummed twice and said:

"It's too cold. The capital is much colder than the south. I don't want to get up."

Xu Xianxian made a face and said with a smile:

"Why don't I remember that you have a habit of staying in bed?"

Lu Zhiqiu hid under the quilt and said in a muffled voice:

"I didn't have it originally, but you infected me."

Xu Xianxian suddenly put on a pleasant smile and said playfully:

"You're afraid of the cold, aren't you?"

She rubbed her hands, suddenly turned over and sat astride the bed, picked up Lu Zhiqiu, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

A huge softness came over me.

Lu Zhiqiu's face flushed red and he almost couldn't breathe.

She wanted to push it away, but found that she had no strength in her hands. She could only indulge in this surging tenderness and even subconsciously licked it with her tongue.

Xu Xianxian's body trembled violently.

"Is it warm?"

Lu Zhiqiu's eyes wandered, his face flushed as he asked in a low voice.

“Warm… warm.”

Even though Lu Zhiqiu was smart, he couldn't think of what to say at this moment and could only answer stutteringly.

Lu Zhiqiu quickly put on his clothes and went out with Xu Xianxian.

The two of them tacitly avoided talking about what had just happened.

They turned to discuss the jujube tree in front of the door, the clouds in the sky and the frost on the eaves.

But they were all absent-minded, and only they themselves knew what they were actually thinking.

After dinner, the two went out.

Xu Xianxian was like a little host entertaining friends at home. She kept gesturing with her hands to introduce the people and things on the street to Lu Zhiqiu.

"Sister Lu, look, Master Liu, who paints New Year pictures over there, has been on this street for ten years. Everyone here likes his paintings very much."

Lu Zhiqiu looked forward.

Sure enough, I saw an old man with a goatee, painting with a brush in hand, surrounded by a group of people watching.

"The guy over there walking around the streets with candied haws is named Wang. It's said he's very particular about how he makes his syrup and won't accept anything that's not from Jindi Fangguzhai. Therefore, the prices are high and few people buy them."

Lu Zhiqiu looked to the left again.

Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man in a long green gown, holding a candied haws stand on his shoulders, his hands tucked into his sleeves, shivering in the wind.

Xu Xianxian stepped forward and bought two strings. The man's face immediately showed an expression of "This girl really knows what she's doing" and he handed over the two strings with a smile.

Lu Zhiqiu took a bite.

Very sweet indeed.

Xu Xianxian continued to pull Lu Zhiqiu forward.

Along the way, dozens of things were introduced. Whether they were street vendors or big peddlers who owned shops, they could all tell the story clearly and explain it in detail.

Soon, the two arrived at a restaurant.

After finding a seat by the window.

Xu Xianxian began to introduce with a smile again:

"I picked this restaurant specifically. I've been here many times before. The best dish here is Chef Du's roast goose, which is famous all over the world."

"Miss, you're mistaken. Our signature dish is roast duck. Also, the chef's surname is not Du, but Zhou, Chef Zhou."

The waiter not far away heard Xu Xianxian's introduction and hurried over and spoke politely.

Xu Xianxian's smile froze instantly.

Lu Zhiqiu also realized that something was wrong, so he quickly asked the waiter to leave, and then gently stroked Xu Xianxian's head.

Xu Xianxian covered her face with her hands, her face flushed red.

Lu Zhiqiu smiled faintly and said:

"As a lady from a wealthy family, you didn't go out often before, right?"

Xu Xianxian was stunned, put down her hand, revealing her red eyes filled with tears, and said in surprise:

"You...you know?"

Lu Zhiqiu pinched her face and said softly:

"Guess."

"I can also guess that the long list of names you just introduced along the way was secretly memorized beforehand, hoping that I could better appreciate the local customs and people during my visit to Beijing."

"Instead of a fake local taking a foreigner around."

Xu Xianxian's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Fake local, that's a very fitting description of her.

Lu Zhiqiu sighed, hugged Xu Xianxian into his arms, looked at her seriously and said:

"Idiot, why do I need you to carry these things for me?"

"I don't care about roast duck or roast goose. I don't care if the chef's last name is Du or Zhou. What's most important about a meal is the person who's with you, isn't it?"

The powerful words made Xu Xianxian raise her head and look at Lu Zhiqiu.

She suddenly plucked up the courage and kissed Lu Zhiqiu on the face again.

Then he sat down obediently and said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, then I won't carry those things for you. Let's eat together."

The waiter who was not far away saw this and his eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

He quickly ran to the kitchen and said:

"Old Zhou, remember to order two roast ducks today. Place them on a plate and draw a red heart in the middle with cherry sauce."

Chef Zhou, who was busy at the stove, turned around and asked in confusion:

"They ordered one portion, didn't they? If they ordered two, the restaurant would lose money. The owner would fine me, but I don't dare to do that."

The waiter patted his chest and said:

"It's okay. I'm familiar with the shopkeeper. It's just a roast duck. I'll take care of it myself when the time comes."

Chef Zhou put down his spatula and looked at the waiter in surprise:

"You're not afraid of being fined by the shopkeeper. Have you made a fortune? You're so generous."

The waiter threw the rag over his shoulder, straightened his back, and laughed:

"You don't understand. This is called a share of money."

Chapter 46: Meiyuezhai Poetry Competition

After dinner, the two left the restaurant.

Xu Xianxian recalled the dishes just now and still felt that something was wrong:

"I remember we only ordered one, why did they serve two?"

Lu Zhiqiu shrugged:

"Maybe in a restaurant, one portion equals two."

Xu Xianxian said "oh" and didn't think about it any further.

She grew up in the palace and had almost no experience of dining out, so naturally she believed whatever Lu Zhiqiu said.

on the road.

Xu Xianxian suddenly seemed to remember something, pulled Lu Zhiqiu's sleeve, and said softly:

"You still don't know who will be participating in this poetry competition, right?"

"Should we go take a look?"

Lu Zhiqiu was a little confused:

"Where to look?"

Xu Xianxian pointed to an alley ahead.

"This is the famous Meiyuezhai in the capital. It was built over a hundred years ago by Grand Tutor Xu Meiyue. He used to review essays and poems every month. It has been passed down to this day and has become a place where many talented men and women come together to exchange ideas."

"I think most of the people who want to participate in the poetry gathering will appear here."

"However, in order for everyone to speak freely and not worry about making enemies, everyone who enters the hall must wear a mask and address each other by code names."

Hear this.

Lu Zhiqiu was also a little moved.

Since you have decided to attend the poetry reading, let's prepare seriously.

Start by knowing yourself and your enemy.

So, the two of them bought two masks nearby, put them on, and walked deeper into the alley.

Meiyuezhai.

As soon as the two entered the door, they smelled the scent of ink.

First floor, second floor, third floor.

There are spread out rice paper and splashed ink everywhere.

There were also groups of people arguing over whether a certain sentence or a certain word was appropriate, with their faces flushed with anger.

What's worse, they started pushing and shoving, and even started fighting.

Soon, a young man who lacked exercise was knocked to the ground and rolled down the stairs in front of the two girls.

Lu Zhiqiu retracted his foot, fearing that he would step on the other person.

She said with a strange look on her face:

"Xianxian, are they the powerful competitors in the poetry club you mentioned?"

Xu Xianxian was also a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said with a wry smile:

"probably."

Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone in Meiyuezhai immediately looked over at Lu Zhiqiu.

On the second floor, a young man holding a folding fan said with a smile:

"Is this girl also going to participate?"

"I see you're so young, I'm afraid you haven't read much. This kind of competition isn't just childish play. You should go back to private school for a few years before competing."

Although everyone was wearing a mask, one could roughly deduce their age from their temperament and voice.

Lu Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly:

“Some people don’t read books, yet they are well-educated and well-mannered. Others are well-read, yet their words are like farts.”