Oops, Miss.
Take a small whip?
So you like this?
Wen Hong scolded him, "Don't be rude. You're back just in time. It's time for lunch. Let's eat together."
Wen Wuyang seemed to still be angry and shouted, "I want to drink."
"Okay, okay, let's drink."
"I want to drink strong liquor. I want to drink the liquor buried in the backyard."
"That's...good. I'll have someone dig it out right away. We can drink it later."
Wen Hong really dotes on his only granddaughter.
Lunch begins.
That is the three of them.
Wen Wuyang fully demonstrated her character as the queen of the nightclub and opened a jar of wine herself.
As soon as the lid is opened, the aroma of wine fills the room.
Tons tons tons.
Wen Wuyang personally poured three bowls of wine, first giving one to Lin Che and then one to his grandfather.
"Lord Jing'an, this is my grandfather's most precious wine. My father buried it when he left to guard the Great Wall of Destiny. You are in for a treat."
"Then I really have to taste it. You can't get wine like this anywhere else."
Wen Hong seemed to remember his son. Going to the Great Wall of Fortune meant severing all contact.
He sighed: "Come, let's have a drink."
The three of them used bowls, which was full of generosity.
However, Wen Wuyang looked very strong. After taking a sip, his little face turned red instantly and he coughed several times.
Seeing this, Lin Che couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at?"
Wen Wuyang suddenly thought of something and said, "They all say that you have great literary talent. A few of your poems have already attracted a long queue at Zuiyuelou. Now I'm treating you to a drink. Why don't you write a poem on the spot?"
"Granddaughter, aren't you making things difficult for Lin Che? If you continue like this, grandpa will be angry." Wen Hong frowned.
Wen Wuyang pouted and poked his chopsticks, looking like he had lost his appetite and was silently resisting.
Lin Che understood this kind of girl too well. She just wanted to pet a cat's fur, so she had to go along with it.
"Miss Wuyang, let me think about it. This wine is indeed very delicious. What is its name?"
Wen Wuyang didn't think much about it: "My father brewed the wine, so of course it should be named after my father. Wen Chang!"
"Wenchang, what a nice name."
Lin Che praised him and stood up with the wine bowl in hand, looking like he was about to show off.
Wen Wuyang, who was standing next to him, saw this and held her chin with one hand, looking at Lin Che. She wanted to see what kind of poetry Lin Che, who was hailed as a great talent by so many people, could write.
Lin Che took another sip of Wenchang wine, and as if inspired, he recited aloud:
"Let's drink and sing, what is life like?"
"Like the morning dew, the days that pass are filled with suffering."
"One should be generous with his feelings and unforgettable with his worries."
"How can I relieve my worries? Only Wen Chang!"
There was a slight silence at the scene.
Immediately, Wen Hong praised loudly: "You kid, you are really talented! How to relieve worries? Only Wen Chang. Hahahaha. My son's name will also spread throughout the country with this poem. Haha."
Wen Wuyang, who was standing next to him, blinked his big, adorable eyes. What was that? What was that? What did "suffering a lot" mean?
She couldn't remember it at all and wanted Lin Che to repeat it twice.
But when I saw my grandfather, I started to praise him.
If she asked Lin Che to repeat it word by word a few times, wouldn't she seem a little stupid?
You must never speak.
In fact, she is not stupid at all. Most of the time, she thinks she is very smart.
"Well, you are indeed a talented person. Hehe."
Wen Wuyang suddenly thought of something: "Come here, get the pen and ink ready. Such a good poem must be written by Lin Caizi himself."
whee.
I am indeed quite clever.
Now that I have written it down, I will read it slowly and I will definitely be able to understand it.
If I don’t understand something, I will ask the teacher at home to explain it to me, and I will just remember it secretly.
oops.
There are not many people like me who have both wit and beauty.
"Okay. I'll write it down right away. I hope you don't mind my ugly handwriting."
Lin Che did not refuse, as a servant had already brought him a piece of calligraphy.
He began to write quickly.
Wen Wuyang held something in his mouth, his mouth puffed up, and looked at Lin Che...
Oh, sister He Yiyou, this is the solution!
Lin Che had just finished writing when another servant came to report.
"Master, Miss. There's a man outside claiming to be the young master of Zuiyue Tower. Sheng Huainan wants to see him."
Wen Wuyang was pleasantly surprised when he heard this. "Great. He's here after all. Hurry and call him in."
After giving the order, she seemed to have thought of something.
A strange laugh came out of his mouth - hehehehe.
Lin Che looked at Wen Wuyang's expression and silently prayed for Sheng Huainan: "Little Fatty, good brother, just bear with it a little. I still want to hug Miss Wen Wuyang's thigh. You won't blame me, right!"
After a while, Sheng Huainan appeared as expected.
It looked like he had come in a hurry and was sweating profusely.
He didn't dare not come.
Zuiyuelou is so popular now that reservations are required every day. This is all thanks to Lin Che. Moreover, he is also thinking of asking Lin Che to publish a few more poems in the future.
Besides, this is the residence of Duke Weiguo.
Does he dare not come?
"Junior Sheng Huainan, greetings to the Duke of Wei!"
"Get up, get up. I called you here today because of my granddaughter's mischief..."
Before Wen Hong finished speaking, Wen Wuyang interrupted him and said:
"Hmph. Sheng Huainan, right? You're so powerful at Zuiyuelou! I want to go in for a meal, and you dare to stop me."
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