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

Scholars who had already given up hope saw Yin Xuan's movement, and hope appeared in their eyes again.

There is a play!

"Shopkeeper, students are also willing to write an essay on the number one floor in the world!"

"Me too!"

Yin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, to be honest, he was really moved.

Isn't this "soft text promotion"?

The reason why Yueyang Tower is so famous is not because of how magnificent it is, but because Fan Zhongyan wrote a story about Yueyang Tower.

Tengwang Pavilion and Yellow Crane Tower are all like this.

Although this group of scholars cannot be expected to write eternal masterpieces like the Yueyang Tower and the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion, this is a good sign.

The No. [-] Building in the World can’t just have delicious dishes, but also the reputation and attitude of the No. [-] Building in the World. Scholars flock to write poems and songs. If there are too many trees, there will always be a few good birds.

Looking at the group of scholars who were eager to try, Yin Xuan sat up straight, raised his hand and touched his chin: "Since you have said so, I can't refuse anymore."

The scholars looked at Yin Xuan eagerly.

There are not many poems related to the Shangyuan Festival, that is, the Lantern Festival, and even fewer famous ones.

After unlocking several compressed packages, Yin Xuan finally thought of a song.

But he was a little hesitant to take it out. He didn't remember exactly who wrote this poem, but it seemed to be one of the eight great masters of Tang and Song Dynasties.

It was sent to him by his ex-girlfriend during the Lantern Festival. At that time, he thought the poem was too bleak, and it didn't go well with the happy family atmosphere of the Lantern Festival.

It took three nights of compensation to coax the ex-girlfriend back.

But apart from this song, Yin Xuan couldn't think of anything else for a while, knocked on the table, and read out softly: "In the first month of last year, the street lights were like daylight."

The readers pricked up their ears and listened quietly.

"The willow head on the moon, after about dusk."

"On the night of the Yuan Dynasty this year, the moon and the lights remain the same."

"I don't see anyone from last year, and my sleeves are full of tears."

After reciting this poem, the scholars looked at Yin Xuan, a little surprised.It's a little hard for them to imagine that the person who wrote "When I bloom, a hundred flowers will kill" can write such a graceful poem.

"Is there something wrong with this rhyme?" A person hesitated to speak first, although it was also eight lines and forty characters, but this was not the rhyme of a verse.

Rhythm poems have a rhyme character, which is relatively flat and sticky, but this one is not so consistent.

Someone shook his head and refuted his words: "If it's flat and unobtrusive, isn't this a good poem?"

"I think, on the contrary, it is not flat, which makes this poem more flavorful."

Yin Xuan sternly listened to what they said.

What are they talking about!
Can't understand!
But it seems that this is indeed not a poem, but a word?

The scholars ignored Yin Xuan at this time, and started discussing earnestly: "Oh, what should I say? If it's plain and unobtrusive, how can it be more flavorful?"

The man shook his head, and read the last sentence: "When I don't see the person from last year, the sleeves of the spring shirt are full of tears. This is the essence of this poem. I want to see the person I love, but I can't."

"It's because I didn't suppress the level, so that this uneasy feeling was hidden behind the lines of the poem, and it was revealed along with the last line."

With such a taste, several scholars showed suddenly enlightened expressions.

Yin Xuan tapped the hand under the counter lightly, a look flashed in his eyes, it turned out that his ex-girlfriend meant this, now he understands.

Speaking of lovesickness, the expression on the scholar's face became playful.

"Shopkeeper, which girl do you miss?" A person asked jokingly.

Yin Xuan's eyes straightened.

How do I know which girl I am missing?
Just say a poem.

Seeing that Yin Xuan didn't answer, the scholars didn't force it, but started discussing it more enthusiastically.

One said it was the woman in red that was common in restaurants.

Some people say it's the girl who always loses at cards.

Others said that it was the girl who always obediently studied by Yin Xuan's side.

But there were too many beautiful women around the store, and everyone voted differently, and finally a quarrel broke out, and they turned their attention to Yin Xuan again.

"Look at me." Yin Xuan glanced at them, then lay down again.

Wu Youdao looked at Yin Xuan anxiously: "Shopkeeper, why don't you make another song?"

Yin Xuan waved his hand: "Go, go, write out the prose you should write."

Regarding the Shangyuan Festival, to be honest, Yin Xuan also thought of another song, "Looking back suddenly, but the man is in a place where the lights are dim".

But no matter how literary he is, he also knows that this is a word, not a poem.Although there were poems in the Tang Dynasty, for example, Bai Juyi wrote Recalling Jiangnan, but he didn't know if there was a poem about the Qingyu Case now.

I vaguely remember that my ex-girlfriend said that Cipai always have a fixed tune, and a Cipai is a song.

If there is no such song as Qingyu Case, fill in Qingyu Case.
Not a wise thing to do.

The readers were a little disappointed, but they were already very satisfied to get this one.

After appreciating this poem for a while.

Scholars have a headache, writing Fu is not an easy task, especially with the title of "No. [-] Building in the World", and Tongfu Restaurant has only one floor.

Hair is falling out again.

But how could he break his promise about what he promised, and then they discussed how to write this fu, Yin Xuan looked very satisfied, just like himself who was frowning when he was writing a proposition composition.

After the Lantern Festival, this grand carnival also heralds the end of the new year, and everything returns to daily life.

The high-speed rail stayed at home until the bones were almost crisp, and finally waited for the day when I went to work.

This day, as soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Yi Xin waiting at the door, and the fat man he hated, the cook of Mingyuelou who was stealing his job.

"Guest, you came early?" Gao Tie greeted Yi Xin with a smile.

Looking at the high-speed rail, Yi Xin didn't quite understand why this man wanted to talk to him, but he still smiled and shook his head: "I'm not here for dinner."

"I'm a helper in this restaurant."

The high-speed rail immediately stood up and squinted at Yi Xin.

helper?

When did the shopkeeper recruit another helper?
Having one cook from Mingyuelou was already a headache for him, why would there be another one.

Suddenly, Gao Tie's expression changed.

Could it be that the shopkeeper disliked him for being clumsy and recruited another clever person?

But... I didn't hear the shopkeeper say that I would fire myself.

He waited at the door with such complicated emotions, until Li Yingzi came to call the door, took Jiu'er and Yin Lulu out for a run, and Yin Xuan also looked tired.

Gao Tie apprehensively bowed to Yin Xuan, waiting for Yin Xuan's next words.