I'm in the Red Mansion

Chapter 213 Adding New Skills

Looking at these skewers, Shi Xiangyun became very interested in grilling them.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Sister Yun, put it down. You have never grilled before, so let me do it."

When it comes to grilled skewers, Jia Cong is not bragging, his skills are really good.

Although he has never opened a barbecue restaurant, as an art student, he likes to go out sketching.

Jia Cong also liked to eat barbecue. Every time he went out to pick fresh vegetables, he always liked to bring a barbecue rack with him and grill all the time, so he was naturally very skilled in grilling.

Jia Cong first asked the maid to light the fire, and then fanned the charcoal to make it burn vigorously.

Jia Cong took the skewers of meat and placed them on the charcoal fire, flipping them over while sprinkling cumin, chili powder and other seasonings on them.

[BBQ experience +1]

[Barbecue (minor): 256/500]

Huh?
Although Jia Cong is working on his attributes every day, he hasn't paid attention to the system for a long time.

(It’s not that Yanyu forgot about the system, it’s just that now that it’s on the shelf, Yanyu can’t copy and paste the system attributes to increase the word count. Yanyu is a conscientious author and would not do that!!)
Jia Cong didn't expect that the system would include a new barbecue skill today.

And as soon as it appeared in the system, it had already achieved a small level of success!
Soon, an enticing fragrance spread.

This fragrance is so sweet.

Everyone was drooling over the delicious food.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help asking, "Brother, how did you roast it? Why is it so fragrant? Is it done? Quick, give me a skewer to taste?"

Jia Cong laughed and said, "It's not ready yet. It has to be roasted before it can be eaten."

After a while, the fragrance became more tempting.

Just when Shi Xiangyun was about to hold back and try to snatch it, it was finally cooked.

Jia Cong picked up a skewer and handed it to Shi Xiangyun. Shi Xiangyun immediately ignored the steaming heat and took a bite of a piece of barbecue.

Even though she was gasping for air due to the burn, Shi Xiangyun was reluctant to spit it out.

After a long while, he finally finished eating and couldn't help but praise, "It's really delicious. This kind of meat is only available in heaven. How can I get to taste it so often?"

Everyone was amused.

Jia Cong distributed a handful of roasted meat skewers.

When it was handed over to Xue Baoqin, she said with a smile, "It's very dirty."

Baochai said, "Try it, it's delicious. Your sister Lin is weak and can't digest it, otherwise he would like to eat it too."

After hearing this, Baoqin reached out to take it. It was indeed delicious, so she started to eat it.

Jia Cong handed the remaining two strings in his hand to Lin Daiyu.

Lin Daiyu smiled and said, "You know me. I can't eat this."

Jia Cong said, "I am a miracle doctor, don't I know? For these two skewers, I only sprinkled cumin powder and a little bit of chili powder."

"Eat less, they are irrelevant. There are vegetable skewers below, try them."

After hearing what Jia Cong said, Lin Daiyu believed Jia Cong deeply and without hesitation, she reached out and took the skewers from Jia Cong.

After tasting it, I found it to be delicious.

Next, Jia Cong continued to grill. The girls all enjoyed the food with great relish, saying that it was the best barbecue they had ever eaten in their lives!

Next, Jia Cong grilled some vegetable skewers and distributed them to the girls.

Of course, because Lin Daiyu didn't dare to eat too many skewers, more was naturally given to her.

Jia Cong also roasted and ate at the same time.

Later, Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but join in, and followed Jia Cong's example and started roasting it herself.

After all, the girls had small appetites, so after eating a dozen skewers and drinking a few glasses of wine, they were full.

The rest went into Jia Cong's stomach.

After continuous experience, Jia Cong's physical fitness has already reached 50, which is five times that of an adult man. And his combat power is not as simple as being invincible.

After testing, Jia Cong's single-arm strength has reached 500 kilograms.

Although it did not reach the thousand-pound strength of the legendary Overlord, it was already very terrifying.

Naturally, his appetite also increased.

Therefore, all the remaining barbecue went into Jia Cong's stomach.

When the girls saw how much Jia Cong ate, they were all amazed.

After a while, we were full and satisfied.

Daiyu laughed and said, "Where can we find such a bunch of beggars? Forget it, forget it. Today the Luxue Temple was robbed and was ruined by the little girl Yun. I cry for the Luxue Temple!"

Xiangyun sneered, "What do you know! 'A true gentleman is naturally elegant', you are all fake and noble, the most disgusting. We are eating and drinking like crazy now, but when we come back, we will be talking nonsense."

Baochai said with a smile, "If you don't do well when you come back, take out the meat and put some of the reeds pressed by the snow on it to end this disaster."

At this moment, Baochai asked, "By the way, what topic should we write about today?"

Li Wan smiled and said, "I was originally preparing a couplet, but now I have invited the poet from our Jia family to come here."

"If we write couplets, it won't affect our talent."

"So I thought, why not take snow as the theme, regardless of the poem or rhyme, and let everyone write a poem."

"In this way, maybe we can write a poem that will be passed down through the ages."

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but laugh when she heard this and said, "If we talk about poems that are handed down from generation to generation, it must be my brother who can write them."

"Brother, you can't hide your incompetence this time. You must write a good piece of writing!"

Hearing Shi Xiangyun's words, Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh.

Ever since Aunt Mei acknowledged her relationship with him, Shi Xiangyun has almost become his little fangirl.

Xue Baoqin looked at Jia Cong curiously.

Although she had also heard that Jia Cong had written a masterpiece that was passed down through the ages.

However, she still didn't quite believe that Jia Cong could so easily write a poem that would be passed down through the ages.

Whether writing poetry or lyrics, you need inspiration. How can you just write them?
After Li Wan finished speaking, she wrote for a stick of incense. If she could not finish writing after the incense was out, she would be punished.

As for Jia Cong, he was originally prepared to just get by this time.

When having poetry readings with sisters, what is important is not the ranking but enjoying the process.

However, after hearing what Shi Xiangyun said, Jia Cong could no longer be so perfunctory.

There are several famous poems about snow in the Qing Dynasty.

However, there are not many that are both good and suitable for this scene.

After thinking for a moment, Jia Cong thought of a poem.

I couldn't help but pick up the pen and start writing.

When the girls saw this, they didn't bother to think and hurried over, wanting to see what kind of poem Third Brother Cong could write.

Soon, they saw Jia Cong wrote:
Caisangzi: Ode to Snowflakes
If you don't care about your appearance, you prefer cold places.It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world.

Who can cherish Xie's mother after she leaves and wanders to the end of the world.The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.

This poem is about the snowflakes on the frontier.

The general meaning is that I like snowflakes not because of their light form, but because of their connotation, their loneliness and pride in growing in the cold.

Although snowflakes are different from other precious flowers in the world such as peonies and crabapples, they have their own noble character.

Xie Daoyuan was a famous talented woman who wrote poems about snow. After her death, no one cared about the snowflakes anymore, and they were left wandering around the world, letting the west wind blow them towards the endless desert under the cold moonlight and the sound of sad flutes.

The girls looked at the poem, and for a moment, no one applauded.

(End of this chapter)