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“Let me see the customer’s order,” Yang Ruqing said.

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Once the order reaches the chef, there is ample time to prepare the necessary ingredients.

Yang Ruqing looked at the order, smiling and nodding at the guest's chosen dishes.

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Vanilla Almond Pesto Pasta, Korean Doenjang Soup, Crispy Chicken Tenders...

This customer is quite picky!

She memorized the few signature dishes the customer ordered and returned the order to Yang Huazhou.

"I have a good idea of what dishes to include in the private menu. I'll give this order back to Uncle Zhou later, he's in charge of the signature dishes." she said.

Yang Huazhou put the order away and asked Yang Ruqing, "As for the private kitchen dishes, what ingredients do we need to prepare?"

Yang Ruqing thought for a moment and said to Luofengtang, "I say, you write."

Luò Fēng Táng nodded and picked up a brush and paper.

Seeing his writing hand, Yang Ruqing nodded secretly.

This kid's capacity for acceptance is truly remarkable.

In just over two months, he could read and write, and do calculations at will.

Well-rounded in both literature and martial arts.

“I’m ready, Qing’er, you tell me.” Luofeng Tang said.

Yang Ruqing nodded, pondered for a moment, and rattled off a list of ingredients.

"Vanilla, almond, spelt flour, green bean sauce."

"Potatoes, bean sprouts, lean meat, Chinese cabbage, onion, chicken breast..."

“There's still rice water.”

"Mark this down, the second rinse of rice water is..."

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One thought, one write.

The brush glides across the paper, ink flowing smoothly onto the fine quality surface, producing a soft, rustling sound that is quite pleasant.

The scent of ink permeates the elegant room, subtle and delicate.

Yang Huazhou stood beside her, suddenly feeling that the scene was beautiful.

A match made in heaven, so well-suited.

Let him feel like he stands here, is an extra stroke in the picture.

If he wasn't waiting for orders to go out and run errands, he would have quit a long time ago.

After a while, Yang Ruqing's voice stopped, and Luofengtang's brush was placed on the side pen holder.

"Alright, Qing'er, take a look and see if you've missed anything."

His long-boned fingers reached out and took the paper.

With a gentle breath, he blew across the ink on the paper that was still wet and then handed it to Yang Ruqing who was sitting opposite him.

Yang Ruqing took it over, her gaze falling upon the black characters on the white paper.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes.

The handwriting is serene and flowing, elegant and natural.

Though subtle in its expression, it exudes a vigorous and upright aura, like a cloud of surging dragons.

As the saying goes, "a person's words reflect their character!"

What a good word, what a good word!

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"Well, that's comprehensive."

She nodded in satisfaction and handed the order to Yang Huazhou.

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Yang Huazhou got the job and also took a look.

“Tang YaZi’s handwriting is so beautiful!”

He approved.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, a bit embarrassed.

Yang Huazhou immediately took the order and left the private room.

Here, Luofeng Tang was very happy and lowered his voice to Yang Ruoqing: "Ruoqing, did you hear? Fifth Uncle praised my handwriting!"

Yang Ruqing's lips curled up, her face full of smugness.

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"That's right, don't forget who taught you!"

She was his teacher, you know? She taught him how to write back then, patiently guiding him stroke by stroke.

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... but then I thought of my clumsy handwriting...

Oh, the blue from indigo is better than indigo, the younger generation is truly formidable!

I am ashamed.

"Hee hee, it's all thanks to Teacher Qing'er that I'm so good. I learned everything from following you, Qing'er."

Luofengtang was beating his horse there.

However, Yang Ruqing's cheeks were a little flushed.

He coughed and looked at him again.

"Don't be arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat. Don't get too big for your britches just because my uncle praised you a couple of times."

She earnestly instructed him.

Fidgeting fingers tapped lightly on the desk. “To reach my level, you’re still a long way off. Keep practicing, understand?”

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Luo Fengtang retracted his smile and nodded seriously.

“Don't worry, I will practice hard and won't disgrace you!”

She smiled and nodded, "Well, with your words, I'm at ease. Keep up the good work!"

Looking at the row of slop buckets in the backyard, Yang Ruqing shook her head, her heart aching.

"Whoever toils in the midday sun, his sweat falls onto the soil beneath the rice.Who knows the food on their plate,each grain is hard-won, ah!"

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Yang Ruqing couldn't help but sigh in agreement with the taste.

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Behind me, however, came the sound of applause. Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!

"What a beautiful poem, what a beautiful poem, truly exquisite!"

A familiar voice?

Yang Ruqing turned her head and saw Mu Zichuan appearing behind her at some point.

"Hey? What brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be studying at school?"

Yang Ruqing asked in surprise.

"Mr. was busy this afternoon, so I came to see you and Tang Yazi."

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Mukizuka calmly said.

His bright eyes followed her figure intently.

"Qing'er is so amazing, she can even write poems!"

“This poem is truly exquisite. Its language is concise yet profound, eloquently capturing the hardships of the common people!”

He shook his head, savoring the poem carefully, and then praised her lavishly.

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She was so pleased that she felt like her bones had become two ounces lighter.

Though outwardly calm, I was beating with apprehension.

She wouldn't tell him that the song "Farmers" was actually plagiarized.

Even kindergarteners in modern times can recite this.

"Qinger, I wonder how you came up with such a clever and beautiful verse? Could you give me some pointers?"

Mu Zi Chuan asked again, his handsome face filled with humility and admiration.

Now, Yang Ruqing's face turned red.

"Well, it's nothing special, just a couple of rhyming lines..." she said nonchalantly.

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"I just saw those duck legs and chicken bones, customers didn't finish them and threw them away, it's a pity." she said.

Seeing him pondering.

She quickly added, "Well, that's what they call a burst of inspiration. Don't overthink it!"

Mu Zi Chuan nodded lightly.

Without further inquiry, he had already memorized it.

"By the way, you said you came to see me and Tang YaZi, did you see him?"

Yang Ruqing then asked again.

Mú Zǐchuān came back to his senses, "I came in from the backyard and happened to meet Uncle Yang Wu."

"I went to inquire about you from him, and he said you were here. I came straight to you without seeing your cousin." He said.

Yang Ruqing uttered an 'oh'.

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He's in the front yard. Come on, I'll take you to find him.

She was about to leave when he stopped her.

"No rush, we can go later." He smiled.

"I came here today because I have something to give you," he said.

"What?" she asked.

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He glanced around, making sure only the two of them were in this corner of the backyard.

And then he drew out a scroll from his sleeve.

It was tied with a ribbon, and you could only see the white paper shell on the outside; you couldn't see inside.

“What's this?” she asked, but didn’t reach out to take it.

Mu Zichuan forcefully shoved it into her hand: "Daya isn't fond of painting, is she? I promised him that I would paint a picture for him to use as a reference."

“I can only go home for Qingming Festival, you pass this on to him for me.” he said.

So that's how it is?

Yang Ruqing accepted it with confidence.

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As soon as she answered, a hint of a smile flashed across Mu Zichuan's eyes.

As soon as he finished handing over the painting, Luofeng Tang came over.

“Qing’er…”

Upon hearing him shout, Yang Ruqing's eyes lit up.

“Little Tang, I'm here!”

She tiptoed and waved at him.

At the edge, Mu Zichuan's smile faded a little.

A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes.