Once President Lucian encounters professional things, he will be addicted to it, and it is the kind that no one can bring him back to his senses.Originally, he was stimulated when he was searching for the relics, and he kept going crazy. After hearing "Clear water produces hibiscus, natural to carve", he changed to chanting this poem.

Lynch, Lucian's oldest student, is 45 years old.He tidied Lucian's collar respectfully, and was trying to coax Lucian to eat when he saw his younger brother walk in angrily and said, "That freshman from the Royal Academy really doesn't respect the president, he actually did it on the live broadcast. What did you say, 'Associations are everywhere, and the presidents are as many as dogs'!"

Before Lynch could speak, the words Lucien chanted changed: "Associations are everywhere, with as many presidents as dogs? No, no, that's not right. What's wrong?" He circled around the ward twice, His eyes lit up, and he asked his youngest apprentice, "Is there any other president of the association besides me who met that child?"

Seeing that Lucian's eyes were clear, the junior brother was surprised and happy, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, teacher, how did you know? I heard that he played a new piece of music during the live broadcast today, and President Joseph of the Royal Music Society gave him a reward." One hundred thousand star coins!"

Lucien said: "The association and the president are not often met, but he met me and Joseph one after another in a short period of time, so he sighed such a sentence." By chance, he came out of the dazed state, and Lucien was refreshed , said to Lynch and the two of them, "Let's go, let's find those children." He had a hunch that the child who casually said, "Clear water produces hibiscus, let it be carved naturally" would bring him a huge surprise.

Seeing that Lucien was back to normal, Lin Qi didn't care about Yan Yang saying that his teacher was "as many as dogs", and he was very grateful to Yan Yang.

Lynch found out where Yan Yang and his party were going, and led Lucien to the slum area: "They have been live broadcasting in the slum area for the past two days, and it seems that every time they eat, they go to the tofu shop of a girl named Meili."

"Tofu? Is it the tofu from Sakurajima?" Lucian asked curiously.

"No, teacher!" Lynch is the youngest and has a better understanding of the dynamics on Tianwang. "I heard that it is a special kind of tofu. Someone specially asked someone to buy it and taste it. It is different from the tofu of the people in Sakurajima. And Yesterday, the freshman named Yan Yang came up with two new ways to eat, one is called salted tofu nao, and the other is called Bazhen tofu, today many people bought tofu and went back to make it!"

"Salty bean curd? Bazhen tofu?" Lucian became more interested when he heard these two unfamiliar terms, and his steps became more steady.

They walked towards the slums like a walled city, and soon found Mei Li's tofu shop.

Compared with yesterday's deserted, today's tofu shop is full of people, some in ragged clothes, some in luxurious clothes.Surprisingly, these people were all neatly lined up in a row, and none of the nobles disliked the civilians around them—you must know that these guys always have their eyes above their heads.

Lynch was about to pass a nobleman to look at the front row, but the nobleman stopped him and kindly reminded him: "Queue well, someone wanted to jump in line just now, but was driven away by the soldier inside, so don't say anything if you can't eat. It was a beating for nothing."

Lynch went back and explained the situation to Lucian.Lucian said calmly, "Then line up."

The scent from the tofu shop had already wafted out, and everyone's gluttons were hooked. Even if the line was long, no one wanted to leave.

Yesterday, Yan Yang regretted that there was no broth, so Mei Li asked for advice on how to make it, and prepared the ingredients in the morning to start cooking the soup.

The big bones have been simmered for a long time, even the bone marrow inside has been melted, but the smell is not obvious, and all the delicious food is left in the soup.Whether it's salted tofu nao or Bazhen tofu, it's unbearably delicious with a spoonful.

Mei Li never expected that just a spoonful of broth could make a qualitative leap in both dishes.

There were too many guests coming to smell the fragrance, so Mei Li invited Yan Yang and his party to the inner room.

The live broadcast had already been on for eight hours during the day, Yan Yang had already turned off the live broadcast, and took Yi Lai and the others to make small wontons.

Angus, who has the best physique and the strongest control of strength, was arranged by Yan Yang to roll out the noodles. Meili didn’t have a rolling pin here, so she had to use a long wine bottle to make do with it. Made it.

"Yes, you are very talented." Yan Yang was very satisfied.

Angus has been praised by many people for his talent, but he has not been praised for his cooking skills, and there is a bit of strangeness on his always expressionless face.

Yan Yang directed Eli and the others to do it again.Yi Lai and the others thought it was very fresh. At the beginning, they wrapped the stuffing into the small wontons step by step, and then stuffed fresh shrimp and so on.

Yan Yang glanced at it, checked it, and eliminated all the unqualified ones, and asked Angus to take the rest to Meili and cook it in broth.

Mei Li saw the small ravioli that Angus brought out, and wanted to ask Yan Yang what it was, but she couldn't get away, so she could only carefully remember what Angus relayed, and help Yan Yang serve the ravioli seriously.

People queuing outside all leaned in front of the glass window and asked curiously, "What is this? Is it wrapped in dough?"

"It's a bit like dumplings from Sakurajima people." Said the well-informed nobleman.

"It's made by different people. Some are good-looking, and some are quite ugly." Someone commented purely from the appearance, "The row of gold ingots on the left is so beautiful, I can't bear to eat it!"

Mei Li didn't care about the outside discussion, and cooked the small wontons with high soup according to Yan Yang's instructions. After a while, the small wontons like ingots began to pop up one by one.

Meili took a bowl and sprinkled chopped green onions, and the tempting fragrance wafted out.Looking into the bowl again, there are small ingot-like wontons floating in the broth. Some of the wontons are wrapped with meat fillings, and some are wrapped with fresh shrimps. The delicious fillings are looming in the thinnest part of the skin in the middle. The green scallions on top of the soup make a beautiful painting - full of flavor and color!

Many people even think that the bowls on the bad street are not worthy of this beautiful food, and they have to get an exquisite Sakurajima porcelain bowl.

When the next few bowls were served, everyone felt less regretful, because the appearance was very poor, and it looked like a child's mess.

Mei Li personally brought the small wontons to Yan Yang and the others.

Xia Zuo and Yi Lai looked at their "masterpieces" and then at Yan Yang's. They were so sad that they even coaxed and begged Yan Yang to exchange food with them.

Yan Yang moved two bowls of wontons in front of him, shared a bowl with Angus, and slowly spooned one into his mouth, without any intention of exchanging it with Xia Zuo and the others.

Yan Yang started to eat, what else could Xia Zuo and the others do, they could only silently eat the ugly wontons they made.

Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is very good. After Xia Zuo and the others ate the first one, their eyes lit up, and they ate up their own portion in two or three bites.Only then did Eli notice a few familiar figures outside, pulled Yanyang, and said, "Look, Ayang, that's President Lucian."

There is something blocking the inside, but you can still see the movement outside.It turned out that when they eliminated the small ravioli, the three master and apprentice Lucian had already lined up and ordered three bowls of salted tofu nao, and a serving of Bazhen tofu with rice.

Thinking of what Yan Yang said before the live broadcast ended, Yi Lai felt a little uneasy: "Why don't I invite them in to talk!"

Yan Yang glanced at Yi Lai, seeing Yi Lai's worried look, nodded and said, "That's fine."

Lucien was looking for Yan Yang and the others, but when Eli came out to greet him, he paused and looked at Eli carefully.

"President Lucian." Eli called out respectfully, "I'm Eli."

"Eli." Lucian nodded, "Is your father okay?"

"Very good, thank you President Lucian for your concern." Eli invited Lucian to enter.

Lucian was so delirious in the evening that he didn't recognize Eli.Now that he was sober, he naturally recognized this little prince who never attended any public events.

Lucian and His Majesty the Emperor are old friends, and he knew that His Majesty had no intention of letting Eli succeed him, but he never expected that His Majesty would allow Eli to study for the Department of Film and Television.

Lucien led two students into the inner room, and when he saw Yan Yang sitting there, he forgot what little prince he was. He pulled out the chair and sat next to Yan Yang, and asked eagerly, "The hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it is natural to carve." Do you really not remember the context?"

"I don't remember." Yan Yang replied honestly.

"It's a pity." Lucien asked again with a look of regret, "Did you change that sentence 'Associations are everywhere, and the presidents are as many as dogs'? I think it's wrong to pronounce it, is there the original sentence?"

When Lucian came to his senses, he could naturally recall Yan Yang's life experience. The child's father was the famous General Duna.

These things are not something that a reckless Duna can understand, so it is naturally related to his legendary grandfather.Although Grandpa Yan Yang disappeared unexpectedly, Grandpa Yan Yang only had one daughter—and only one grandson, so there must be a lot of things secretly left to this grandson Yan Yang.

Lucian has only one idea now—to get as many things out of Yan Yang's mouth as possible!

"The original sentence?" Yan Yang thought for a while, and he still had a little impression.

When Yan Yang was young, he didn't like to study literature. At most, he could learn something about "a fair lady, a gentleman is good" and "the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water", and used them to molested young ladies.But then he got into a fight with those sour and rotten old things in the court, and he couldn't win. He was very angry, and rolled up his sleeves to collect a lot of sour poetry learning experience.

If you don't learn, you don't know. Once you learn, you will be shocked. This literati is really amazing when he scolds people. He doesn't use a single dirty word, but he can poison his bones!It is said that there used to be a good official named Chen Shimei, who accidentally offended a literati, and was written in the story book that he became a scumbag who married a princess and abandoned his wife and children, and was chopped off in the end!Poor or not!

So the literati should not be offended!

Yan Yang dug out the little sour poem from his memory and shared it with Lucien: "The original sentence is like this, there are as many governors as dogs, and the staff walks all over the street. The husband only loves money, and the emperor only eats wine."

What is being scolded here is the money-loving husband in the poem, who sells officials to buy nobles, is corrupt, and can become an official if he has money. The streets are full of officials who handle literature and military affairs.

Lucien asked all the words he didn't understand, chewed them carefully for a long time, and sketched the era mentioned in the poem in his head.He said, "If that's the case, that country won't last long, right?"

Yan Yang said: "Yes, they will be finished soon."

Lucien couldn't help but ask the bottom line: "This kind of meter is loved by the people of Sakurajima. Which era of Sakurajima are you talking about?"

Yan Yang took a sip of the goat milk that Mei Li sent.

The warm, warm milk slipped down his throat.

This person is the president of the Literature and History Association.

The well-known "history idiot".

"It's not Sakurajima." Yan Yang put down the cup in his hand, lazily supported his cheek with his hand, stared into Lucian's fiery eyes, and corrected their wrong guess for the first time, "It's Huaxia."

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