The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 122 Hundred Flowers Cup

"This is delicious!" Luo Chuchu stuffed the last wild vegetable in the bowl into his mouth.

I ate too much meat in the palace, and suddenly I ate this unique game, and I couldn't restrain myself from eating all of a sudden, so I ate all the vegetables.

"..." The maid serving her winked at the other, and the other understood and was about to leave, when Luo Chuchu hurriedly called her to stop.

"Hey, don't panic, other dishes are delicious too. I can't eat many dishes. If you want to prepare them, just put them in a food box and bring them home. By the way, put more wild vegetables!"

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At another banquet.

"Lord Qiantui, I would like to offer you a toast." The minister walked over to Yan Wenmao who was sitting alone while staggering drunkenly.

Yan Wenmao just had a round of toasting with the ministers present, but he didn't know whether this person was too drunk or what, before Yan Wenmao sat down and took a bite of food, he went to toast again.

Yan Wenmao raised his glass indifferently, and the two people next to him suddenly came over and pulled the minister back to his seat.

He didn't drink much wine, only three cups, and no one dared to say anything if he only offered a toast.

The atmosphere of the banquet became lively, someone cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone here, do you know who is the owner of this restaurant?"

What he said aroused people's interest and urged him one after another.

"What kind of land god can't be made, so don't be a fool."

The man smiled and said: "Although he is not a land god, this owner has a bit of fairy spirit. He is from a family of calligraphy and painting in the south of the Yangtze River, and his grandfather was an official in the imperial court. When I say this, do you think of anything?"

Everyone drank wine with different expressions, most of them were smiling.

"Hey, isn't it just Lu Huafan who resigned from office and returned to his hometown for the wild vegetables in his hometown?" an official with a white beard said.

"You're always right." The man continued, "As the grandson of Lu Huachi. Although the owner of this restaurant didn't get any fame, he has a great reputation among the people. He not only knows calligraphy and painting, but also is good at it. dishes, and most importantly, he can make porcelain cups. Whether it is flowers, birds, insects, fish, or landscape figures, they can all be painted and made into porcelain cups."

"Porcelain cup!" Someone who had drunk too much laughed.

The people next to him quickly covered his mouth, not allowing him to continue talking, and cast a vague glance at Yan Wenmao who was sitting at the top.

When it comes to porcelain cups...he is not merciful at all.

The man said: "If you are lucky enough to see the porcelain cups made by the master, it will be a worthwhile trip."

The witty maid hurriedly said: "My master has this intention. Even His Majesty and Lord Chitose are here, so there is no reason to hide it. Please wait for a while, the good fragrant tea will be here soon."

It's time for the girls from Chunfenglou and Huancaiyuan to play.

A group of Yingying and Yanyan stayed outside the small building together, waiting for the owner to cook the tea.

Dozens of beauties were waiting outside, but Lu Songmo was in no hurry.He is about thirty to five years old, his face is weathered, but his hands are in excellent condition, even more beautiful than a woman.

Such a pair of fair and delicate hands with even bones and flesh is naturally very beautiful when cooking tea elegantly.

It stands to reason that tea should be cooked in front of all the distinguished guests, but that would not be able to perfectly display his newly made Baihua Cup, which would lose its beauty.

A hundred cups are lined up on the table, and each cup is covered with delicately painted flowers, with the utmost skill.

However, the guests had special identities and had to be ranked according to grades, so Lu Songmo asked the maid who had followed him for many years to pick out the cups presented to the distinguished guests first, and deliver the tea first.

"Sir, there are too many cups, and it's hard to pick and place them. Why don't you ask two girls to help?" The maid turned to the teapot and said, "One pot of tea can pour seven cups of tea. If the master does it all by himself, It must have been too tiring.”

Lu Songmo thought for a while, and felt that what she said made sense. The most honored guest would do it himself, and the girls would do the rest.

Being around the rich and powerful every day, the tea art must be cultivated. If they make fragrant tea, the taste will not be bad.

"Let them be careful, don't hurt my Hundred Flowers Cup."

"Yes, sir."

The maid called eight girls to come in, and Song Zhiyue was among them.

The opportunity for revenge is in front of him, his fingers tremble slightly with excitement.

She said silently not to panic, and picked out the cup according to the maid's instructions.

The maid arranged the flowers that the world considered noble to the guests with high official positions, and the empress, Yan Wenmao, and the prime minister were naturally the top three.

Song Zhiyue looked at the three cups, silently memorizing the flowers on them and the order the maid said.Orchid, lotus, peony.

Wen Renyin should be a peony flower.

The girls cooking tea were chatting and laughing in low voices, and the maids didn't care, they just watched whether they were done cooking or not.

"The honored guests are sent back, you take these out first," said the maid.

Song Zhiyue didn't find a chance, so she had to pray that the cups were still there when she came back, picked up a cup of tea at random, and followed the other girls into the restaurant.

On the first floor of the restaurant were relatively insignificant officials. Song Zhiyue saw someone who didn't get the tea, and gave him the tea with a soft smile, but she was very anxious, hoping that he would not talk about anything else after the tea tasting session. Thinking, I really don't have the patience to take his hard-earned money.

However, the official still wanted to be arty, picked up the cup to watch, and praised: "Honeysuckle, such a beautiful flower, it clears away heat and relieves fire."

Song Zhiyue gave a few perfunctory compliments, but the official took it seriously, and immediately read a sour poem, which made Song Zhiyue want to give him a kick.

Until the other girls got away one after another, Song Zhiyue couldn't bear it any longer, pulled out her sleeve from the official's hand, and said, "I have to bring tea to other guests, so it's inconvenient to accompany me."

Standing up and walking towards the door, laughter came from behind, as if mocking the official for not being able to handle a brothel girl.

Song Zhiyue was irritated by their laughter, and she had a big plan for revenge, otherwise, she really wanted to pour some poison into one's cup, and let it all go down.

Back in the small building, there were only a few girls inside, they gathered together and whispered something, very happy.

The maid explored the tea that Lu Songmo had made, and said, "This pot can't be given to the distinguished guests, so I have to ask Mr. to come over again. You have been delivering the tea for too long."

Hearing what she said, the two girls were not happy, and said: "It's not too long for us to deliver tea, we just have a few words with the guests."

The maid turned around and went out without saying a word, the two lost interest in talking and laughing, picked up the teacups while muttering, and brushed past Song Zhiyue.

There is no one in the room now, but it is still not a good time, because there is no water in the glass.

Song Zhiyue felt speechless for a while.

What kind of tea can those high-ranking people eat?I'm afraid they won't be able to tell the difference.Just heat up the tea, why is there any need to boil it?
But there is no way, the restaurant is to pay attention to.

Song Zhiyue didn't go to deliver the tea anymore, fearing that she would be unable to get away later, she simply stood in front of the table and pretended to be looking at the teacup.That said, it was better for her to be lazy than to miss the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)