Raiders of fast-wearing rivals

Chapter 990 Little Roy the Master Chef 17
And the kind of people who engrave their class in their bones and think they are inferior...

The circles are different, don't be rigid.

Su Luoyi didn't want to be unhappy either.

Seeing that she really didn't care, Yan Bo hugged her with some distress, and said, "It was my mistake."

"Huh?" Su Luoyi was slightly surprised.

Master Zhu's heart was up and down, but he still froze his head and refused to let go.

Yan Bo gave her a disgusted look, and said, "Send him out."

Since Xiao Luoyi didn't want to see her, she wouldn't be allowed to appear in front of the two of them from now on.

Yan Bo is not a good stubble.

After the subordinate sent him away, Yan Bo said, "I'll teach you."

Su Luoyi:? ? ?

Yan Bo took her hand, walked behind the desk, and said: "Originally, I was not at ease when others taught you, but now that I think about it, I'd better teach you myself."

Su Luoyi's face was slightly bitter, and said: "You teach..."

"Why?" Yan Bo raised his eyebrows, and said modestly: "Although I am not as knowledgeable as my master, it is still more than enough to teach you."

Su Luoyi sighed, walked to him reluctantly, and said, "Let's talk about it first, I'm not very smart."

Where is it not so smart?
Obviously a fool.

The system thought to himself.

All morning, Su Luoyi only learned to write Yan Bo's name, and it was crooked.

Su Luoyi looked at the symbol and said, "I'd better learn from the simple ones."

Yan Bo fell into deep thought.

Then, looking at the word with a tick missing, he said, "Okay."

He is talented and intelligent, and although reading books is not as miraculous as his photographic memory, he can memorize a lot.

And the royal family's children practiced calligraphy since childhood, and he practiced calligraphy quickly, and his writing was neat and beautiful.

And Su Luoyi...

Forget it, maybe it's talent.

Yan Bo thought that Su Luoyi's father was an imperial chef, and thought that maybe it was because she had a talent for cooking.

But there was a voice in his heart:

nonexistent.

Su Luoyilei came to practice calligraphy impatiently. Although it was getting colder and colder, the stove was set up in the room, which made it warm.

One day, when the two were practicing calligraphy, a guard came to report that Yuwen's eldest son, Yuwenzhu, had arrived.

Yan Bo took Su Luoyi to write the last stroke, then raised his eyes and said, "What's the matter here?"

The head of the Yuwen family is the Minister of Rites, and he is a second-rank official, and some people in the family are in the officialdom.

The eldest son, Yu Wenzhu, is now serving as the minister of the Ministry of Rites. He is a third-rank official at a young age, which is envied by many people.

Yan Bo called up the information about this restaurant immediately.

The guard said: "It is said that it is bigger to come to the door."

"Thank you at the door?" Yan Bo's eyes were puzzled, "Thank you for what?"

Su Luoyi thought about it, and said, "It's the girl who was rescued during the Lantern Festival, right? She said her name is Yu Wenkui, so she should be from this family."

Yan Bo nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Please come to the front hall, I will go right away."

He originally held Su Luoyi in his arms, but once he let go, Su Luoyi felt a little cold.

Yan Bo smiled and said: "Put on the cloak, don't get cold."

Su Luoyi replied: "There is a stove in the room, so it won't be cold."

"Stick up the fire." Yan Bo ordered, rubbing Su Luoyi's hair, "Copy this paragraph on both sides, and then you can rest."

After Yan Bo left, Su Luoyi pretended to write a few more words, and then said to the maid who was stirring up the flames: "The room is a bit boring, let's go out and play for a while."

"Huh?" The maid was a little surprised, and then Nuo Nuo said: "Have you finished copying?"

How could it be possible to finish copying the two paragraphs?

Su Luoyi coughed and said, "Oh, let's go out and play for a while! The snow has stopped outside, don't you want to have a snowball fight?"

The maid said very honestly: "I don't want to."

(End of this chapter)