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Chapter 23: 022 Prime Minister Residence’s number one talented lady (4)
Chapter 23: 022 Prime Minister Residence’s number one talented lady (4)
Imperial City, the second floor of the Elegant Pavilion.
“Lady, this restaurant is really quite unique,” Mo Hen looked at the so-called sofa placed in the middle of the second floor, always feeling it was familiar, and after a moment suddenly recalled, “Yo… Young Master, isn’t this like the one you…”
Had made in the valley? Even nicer than this one!
Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Shaohua interrupted her, “Can’t the cake shut you up?”
Mo Hen ate the cake with a sense of grievance, then pointed to the other dishes on the table and said, “Young Master, this is spaghetti, this is ice cream, this is fruit juice…”
While pouring water for Ye Shaohua, she introduced the dishes to her, unable to stop praising, “They are incredibly delicious! I wonder how the owner of this restaurant came up with so many tasty and novel dishes. I heard that the number one restaurant also has something called hot pot. Lady, we should try it when we have time, right? Speaking of which, it’s also a mystery how that second young master managed to do it.”
If it wasn’t for her own lady taking precedence, that second young master would definitely be the person Mo Hen admired the most.
The Elegant Pavilion earned its name because it served as a gathering place for scholars and literati. Two years ago, it even hosted a Number One Scholar, which made it famous overnight.
Over these three years, the officials of Imperial City have grown accustomed to scouting their retainers here, and indeed, the environment is quite nice.
“Only seeing its form,” Ye Shaohua murmured as she sipped the fruit juice before shaking her head, then pointed to the juice and said, “This juice would taste better with some pectinase added. I’ll let you try it when we have time.”
Bai Zhenzhen probably didn’t excel at modern chemistry; otherwise, with pectinase, the juice would taste better.
Ye Shaohua contentedly watched Mo Hen eat; she was too lazy to eat herself. Mo Hen was just curious for novelty’s sake. In fact, most of the things here tasted mediocre. Although she didn’t know what pectinase was that her young lady mentioned, Ye Shaohua tinkered with so many unique things that it was too difficult for her to remember, so she had grown accustomed not to ask.
Having dined on modern Michelin meals before, these offerings couldn’t spark Ye Shaohua’s interest.
After Mo Hen finished eating, they prepared to leave, only to find the second floor crowded with people.
“Plum preservation leaves a tangy softness on the teeth, banana leaves part their green to the curtain screen. With long days of indolent wakening, one idly watches children catching willow flowers.” After someone recited a poem, they couldn’t help but sigh, “To produce such verses within three breaths, Lady Bai of the Bai Family is indeed highly talented. Even flattery cannot compare to her; this calligraphy is soft yet strong—it’s truly not easy to achieve. Her reputation as the number one female scholar is well deserved, a paragon among women.”
The others also echoed the sentiment frequently.
When Bai Qianhu heard this, he puffed up with pride. The General Residence had produced a remarkable daughter; who would dare to call him a brute now?
Ye Shaohua stopped in her tracks, but Mo Hen, who was following behind her, heard this remark and couldn’t help but glance at the poem hanging in the hall, muttering, “It’s not that impressive.”
The remark was light, yet Bai Qianhu, who had practiced martial arts since he was a child, heard it. It was the first time in years that he’d encountered someone who looked down on his sister. Immediately getting heated, he said, “You insolent servant, do you even understand the meaning of this poem? And this uniquely created ‘Willow’ script, who else in this world could write it?!”
It had been three years since Ye Shaohua had shown her face in public. This time, disguised as a man, her skills in disguise were so remarkable that neither Bai Zhenzhen nor her brother recognized her. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
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