You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 102 Writing Poems
Her complexion looked better than before, with a faint glow flying across her face, distant mountain eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and thin pale pink lips raised slightly.

A light pink skirt wrapped her thin delicate body, she didn't have too much gold, silver and jewelry to decorate, she didn't need to speak, she just sat there pretty, and the book breath rushed towards her face.

Quiet and elegant is the perfect way to describe her.

"Miss Rui'er, please sit down, you don't have to be so cautious." Song Yulan smiled sweetly, picked up the tea that was warming on the small stove beside her, poured half a cup, and handed it to Li Qinrui.

"These two are Miss Song, sister Yulan, and Miss Luo Si, sister Yihuan." Wen Qinger introduced.

Song Yulan and Luo Yihuan slightly nodded at Li Qinrui, Luo Yi laughed and said, "I don't know what Miss Rui'er likes to eat on weekdays, but today's meal was decided by the three of us early in the morning, so I don't know if it suits Miss Rui'er." appetite?"

"Although the food in Beijing is very different from that in Jiangnan, and each has its own characteristics, I'm used to eating in Beijing these few days." Li Qinrui said softly.

Just as she was talking, Xiangmei who was beside Song Yulan opened the bead curtain and said softly, "Miss, are you serving dinner now?"

"Set it." As soon as the voice fell, the maids waiting outside the curtain came in one after another holding trays, and filled the stone table with delicate dishes.

"This sweet-scented osmanthus fish is a must in Huihui Garden, Miss Rui'er, try it." Song Yulan asked the maidservant standing beside her to put a piece of fish belly for Li Qinrui and put it on a plate. Li Qinrui thanked her with a smile.

Seeing everyone move their chopsticks, Li Qinrui used a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus fish in front of her.

The whole fish is shaved, and the jade-colored fish meat is dipped in amber-colored sweet-scented osmanthus juice.

"Following the three sisters today is a blessing, and there is no such taste in Jiangnan." Li Qinrui only picked up a few chopsticks before putting them down, and took a handkerchief to touch the corners of his mouth.

"Then Miss Rui'er has to keep up with your cousin Qing'er. It doesn't matter whether it's a street food stall or a restaurant, as long as it tastes good, there is no sister Qing'er who doesn't know about it." Luo Yihuan joked.

"You can rest assured to eat with her. Sister Qing'er has always been very talkative, and she will never wrong herself when eating." Song Yulan also added fuel to the side.

"Food is the most important thing for the people, and Qing'er's heaven is for delicious delicacies. If you can't eat a good meal, Qing'er will be sad for several days."

After chatting and laughing for a while, seeing the beautiful scenery in the garden, they asked people to open the bead curtains on all sides to see the scenery of the autumn garden clearly.

The sunshine in early autumn no longer has the blazing heat, but it is so warm that people can't help but feel drowsy, with a little refreshing wind blowing, accompanied by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which makes people drunk.

"You can't live up to this situation. Why don't you write a few poems about autumn?" Li Qinrui suggested with a slight thought.

She could tell that Song Yulan and Luo Yihuan didn't take her seriously, they just wanted to save Wen Qing'er's face so they wouldn't neglect her.

She has always liked reciting poems and composing, dancing and writing. Presumably, these people are not good at it. They only know how to eat, drink and have fun every day. If they can win the favor of these two people, it can be regarded as the first step of a big plan.

"It's so good." Song Yulan was also well-versed in poetry and books since she was a child, and she couldn't find a few small poems and lyrics at her fingertips: "Miss Ruier, come first."

Li Qinrui was not polite either. After pondering for a moment, she said slowly: "Qingqing remembers the old clumps, there are no leaves and the wind comes late. The insects and birds gradually quiet down, and the remaining fragrance is like a dream."

(End of this chapter)