I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Zhou Xiaosan didn't order too many dishes.

Although the man surnamed He is not good at promotion, his salary is still not too high, and the man surnamed He is different from himself, he is alone, but he wants to support his family.

Can't squeeze too hard.

Save some copper coins, and continue to collect at night.

Yin Xuan turned around and cooked meals for them, which took longer than usual.

After it was served, Zhou Xiaosan opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to say something, but he glanced at the mutton-mouthed man at the same table, sighed, and still didn't say anything.

Today is a good day, let's wait a few days to talk about troublesome things.

the following few days.

Yin Xuan counted the copper coins in his hand, and it was considered ample. Every night after taking a bath, he would go to the space constructed by the system to hone his knife skills.

This is a somewhat painful thing.

Even if there is a system to break down his movements and point out his mistakes, the body habits cannot be changed in a day or two.

Now he has been able to do it stably. The potato shreds that are cut out have been evaluated with more than 30 points in the system space, but there is still a long way to go before the goodness of [-] points.

As for proficiency.
Even if I worked so hard, it didn't increase much.Also, if you repeat one thing in the wrong way every day, it will be hell if you can increase your proficiency.

Only by doing the right thing in the right way can we bear the right fruit.

The day of Shangyuan Festival.

Li Lizhi and Li Shu only came to have a meal in the morning, and after confirming that Zhou Xiaosan was not here at noon, they reluctantly left under the urging of the maid.

Li Yingzi also abducted Jiu'er and Yin Lulu.

There is a Lantern Festival at Xingqing Palace in the east of the city tonight, and the girls are all planning to join in the fun.

Yin Xuan wondered if he could close the door earlier today to rest.

As a result, Li Lizhi and the others just left.

Wu Youdao came over and ordered two sets of braised pork. They, a group of scholars, planned to hold a Shangyuan reception at Tongfu restaurant tonight.

Another group of scholars followed closely and had the same idea.

Seeing that the two tables were put together and always had a lot of copper coins, Yin Xuan agreed.

In the afternoon, readers flocked over.

After a while, there was laughter and laughter.

Since it is the Lantern Festival, poetry is indispensable. After a few glasses of wine, two tables of scholars get together and exchange their excellent poems with each other.

A person suddenly raised his head, looked at Yin Xuan who was lying on his stomach at the counter, and lowered his voice: "The store is fine now, why don't we invite him to come with us?"

Someone agreed.

They were all from Wu Youdao's circle, even if they had never been there during Chongyang Festival, they had heard of Yin Xuan's poetic talent from their friends.

Some people were also stunned, this was from another circle of scholars, and their understanding of Yin Xuan was only limited to the two points of "good-looking" and "excellent cooking skills".

"The store can compose poems?" a person hesitated to ask.

Wu Youdao nodded: "Of course, the store's poetry is not inferior to any of us!"

As he said that, he read out the song "The whole city is full of golden armour".

Another person in the circle of scholars was full of envy.

"Hiss, Brother Wu, you really are." A man was a bit complicated, and after searching his stomach for a long time, he didn't know what words to use to describe it, so he simply continued, "The store's poetry is not inferior to ours, at least I can't compare to him."

The envy in the eyes of the other person almost overflowed: "If I can compose such a poem, it will definitely be no problem to win a seat in the palace of the princes in the court."

"Comparing chrysanthemums to armor shows my majesty in the Tang Dynasty. I didn't expect the store to be such a strange man with the world's pride." Another person sighed, "It's just...why did he choose to be a chef?"

"Pity."

"It's more than enough for this kind of poetry to go to Mingzi."

Wu Youdao shook his head: "Not only that, as far as I know, it's not a problem for the store owner to take a test."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment: "The store owner is very successful in counting. He is such a younger sister, and now he is better than me and others in counting."

A person next to him nodded and laughed at himself: "The store doesn't accept apprentices, so we are thinking about whether we should ask Yin Lulu to be our teacher and let her teach us how to count."

"Just haven't been able to make up my mind."

Another person in the circle of scholars is a little unbelievable. That little girl who is laughing and laughing all day long and looks innocent is even better than adults like them who have been studying for ten or even decades in terms of arithmetic?

In other words, Yin Lulu was too young.

Many of them have children who are older than Yin Lulu, which really makes them feel embarrassed.

Scholars in another circle stared blankly at the half-head that popped out from behind the counter, a little surprised: "The store owner is so talented?"

"Quickly, please come over here."

By coincidence, everyone's eyes fell on Wu Youdao.

"It's me again?" Wu Youdao raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself.

"Otherwise who else could it be?"

"Brother Wu is the most familiar with the store owner."

The people next to each other chattered and started yelling.

Wu Youdao sighed, stood up helplessly, walked to the counter, and cupped his hands: "Shopkeeper, I'd like to ask you to compose a poem to praise Shangyuan."

Yin Xuan didn't raise his head: "I won't write."

Wu Youdao bowed: "Students kindly ask the shopkeeper to keep a copy of calligraphy."

Yin Xuan tilted his head and spit out two words: "No."

He doesn't want to have too much to do with this group of scholars, especially poetry fairs, so he absolutely shouldn't participate.

Being a copywriter is very difficult.

It is very difficult to memorize poems that suit the occasion when you encounter a scene. To see you off in the summer, there is a song "Northern wind blows geese and snow", and you can enjoy the lotus in Furong Pond. "Medium", other people will think that there is something wrong with my brain.

Especially in their poetry clubs, they often play some rhymes and write poems with rhymes.

This is like asking a singer to play a chord, touch the strings of the guitar for a long time, and play a "duo" pretending to be profound.

Who would believe that this man is capable?

Yin Xuan stretched, adjusted a comfortable posture, and lay down again.

Wu Youdao smiled helplessly at his classmates.

I can't persuade you!
He was about to sit back down again.

A scholar stood up, looked outside the door, and said softly: "Shopkeeper, if you are willing to write a Shangyuan poem, the student is willing to write a poem on the first floor in the world!"

Yin Xuan was stunned for a moment, his ears perked up.