People are in love, Qingmei is actually a star observer

Chapter 72 Original Poetry
Chunxi Yunrong's restaurant is not what they imagined at all.

There was a vast lake in front of everyone. The water waves on the lake rippled gently, reflecting the bright moonlight.

A huge and ancient wooden boat was moored quietly in the center of the lake, with several yellow light strips covering it, illuminating the entire hull.The light is projected on the lake, forming a flickering but beautiful strip of light.

Near this big ship, there are dozens of small boats full of lights floating, which look like little stars falling into the lake, which is really beautiful.

Standing on the shore are four large luminous characters, "Galaxy Restaurant".

"If I understand correctly, the big boat is the lobby and the small boat is the box?" Wang Zihuan looked at the scene in front of him and asked the staff in front.

The staff member nodded, "That's right."

"Wow wow wow, has the outside world developed to this point? This is too cool." Jiang Zi shouted excitedly.

Even Tong Ling, who has traveled to many countries, couldn't help but praise: "I have been to many places, but this restaurant is the most artistic I have ever seen."

After marveling, they took a small boat and arrived at the huge ship in the center of the lake. They discovered that although the ship was made of wood, its structure was basically based on a modern small passenger ship. It had three floors in total, with the first floor being the kitchen and the second floor being the kitchen. , the third floor is a restaurant.

After following the staff to the third floor, they found that many people were already sitting here, including Zhuge Lang and the middle-aged woman that Wang Zihuan had met in Hongshan before.

When Zhuge Lang saw Wang Zihuan, he stood up and came over to say hello, "Little friend Zihuan, we meet again."

Many members of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles here did not work as judges in Yunhong Pavilion during the day. At this moment, seeing Zhuge Lang taking the initiative to greet a junior, their faces were full of surprise.

After all, Zhuge Lang's string of sticks have the same titles, but there is no water in them. They are all genuine achievements and have corresponding powers.

They didn't dare to neglect and stood up together with Zhuge Lang, "President, who is this handsome young man?"

The middle-aged woman who handed the key to the prince said with a smile: "This is the young man who met the president in the Yunhong Pavilion."

Hearing this, the people present looked at Wang Zihuan with curiosity. They had only heard that someone perfectly matched the couplet of the president, but they did not expect that this person was so young.

After a brief moment of surprise, the people from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles rushed forward to greet the prince cheerfully, and praised him with all kinds of terrifying words.

This made Wang Zihuan, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, a little embarrassed.

In contrast, the other guests felt a bit neglected. Even the best actor Zhang Yankang did not come up to say hello.

Pei Qianyi looked at Wang Zihuan's back and smiled: "Boss, this is probably the first time you have been treated like this."

Zhang Yankang's mentality was very peaceful, and he said with a bit of self-deprecation: "People from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles can't take much notice of actors like us. They all have a sense of arrogance in their hearts. Only cultural things can make them put down their modesty."

Han Shaochen on the side curled his lips when he heard this. He looked down upon these people who wrote and wrote all day long.

"The overall culture is long, but the culture is short, it's useless, only money is the most real." Han Shaochen thought to himself.

After a while of greetings, Wang Zihuan and others were arranged into groups and sat down at four different tables.

Then waiters dressed as servants filed in pushing four dining carts and stopped in front of the four groups.

The food in each dining car was covered by a cover, so the contents could not be seen, but the words Tian, ​​Di, Xuan and Huang were posted on it.

The program team didn't seem to want to leave any suspense, so they directly opened the four covers and displayed the dishes inside in front of nine people.

The dishes in the Tianzi dining car are: Xizhou Lion Head, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Beijing Roast Duck, Longjing Shrimp and Boiled Cabbage.

The dishes in the Dizi dining car are: Kung Pao Chicken, Crystal Pork, Wensi Tofu and Lotus Root Pork Ribs Soup.

The dishes in the Xuanzi dining car are: fish-flavored shredded pork, tomato beef, fried bamboo shoots and mushroom and shrimp soup.The dishes in the yellow-lettered dining car are: mapo tofu, baked beans, tomato scrambled eggs and loofah and scallop soup.

After reading the dishes, several groups of guests finally put their hearts in their stomachs. Although there are some differences between the four-character dishes, the worst ones have three dishes and one soup. At least they don't have to go hungry.

However, except for Pei Qianyi and Wang Zihuan, everyone else had a question: why would Tianzi's dining car have the dish "boiled cabbage"? It sounded very ordinary.

There is nothing surprising about Wang Zihuan. Although the name of this dish looks cheap, the production process is very complicated.

The soup, which looks like clear water, has been simmered for a long time. The standard is that the taste is fragrant, but the water must be clear, which can be said to be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

It is a state banquet-level dish that will amaze everyone in one bite.

At this time, the staff of the "Soft Love" program walked up to the crowd and said: "Please tell me the most beautiful ancient poem in your heart based on what you saw and heard when you arrived at the 'Chunxi Yunrong' Hotel today."

"Teachers from the Xizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the marketing director of Chunxi Yunrong will rate the fit between your poems and the scenery in the hotel. Finally, based on the scores of each group, the four groups of heaven, earth, xuan, and yellow will be selected in order. "Dishes." The staff waved to a middle-aged man dressed as a shopkeeper, indicating that this was the marketing director of Chunxi Yunrong.

"Are there any extra points for original poems?" Jiang Zi raised her hand and asked excitedly.

The marketing manager nodded and said, "Original poems can get double points."

Hearing this, Jiang Zi patted Liu Xiwan's shoulder proudly and said with a smile: "Wanwan, let me show you how powerful Sister Jiang is tonight. Your master will definitely be mercilessly trampled under my feet. You Just wait to eat Buddha and jump over the wall."

Jiang Zi is not bragging. As the editor of a modern poetry magazine, she has done a lot of research on ancient Chinese poetry and has tried to compose some poems. Among them is a line that she thinks is particularly suitable for the front yard of a hotel. Scenes.

"But I still think that my master will get the first place." Liu Xiwan tilted his head and looked at Jiang Zi, his eyes full of smiles.

"Wanwan, you call this blind worship! Although your master is great at couplets, he is definitely not as good as me in ancient poetry." Jiang Zi began to brainwash Liu Xiwan.

Pei Qianyi at the next table looked at Zhang Yankang and whispered: "Boss, can you be original?"

Zhang Yankang shook his head and said, "What I memorized in school has been returned to the teacher a long time ago."

"Then I thought of something."

Just like that, Pei Qianyi was the first to answer. She thought it was a very beautiful and niche ancient poem.

Zhuge Lang and the marketing manager felt good after listening to it, and gave it a score of 70, which is the highest score for reciting ancient poems.

Then Jiang Jianing also said a well-known ancient poem and scored 68 points.

When Jiang Zi read out her original ancient poem, Zhuge Lang and the marketing manager's eyes lit up.

Zhuge Lang smiled and said, "Is this poem your original creation?"

Jiang Zi nodded immediately, "I am the editor of a poetry magazine, and I usually try to create something myself."

"No wonder, no wonder."

After speaking, Zhuge Lang led everyone to discuss with the marketing director of Chunxi Yunrong, and finally gave a high score of 90 points.

After the other three groups finished answering the questions, only the group of Wang Zihuan and Tong Ling remained.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Zihuan. Some were looking forward to it, some were disdainful, and some were ready to watch the show.
No matter what their thoughts were, they all wanted to see what kind of poetry this "genius" who could make Zhuge Lang stand up to receive him could say when he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)