While He Guangzheng was lost in his own fantasy world, Chen Muyang had already started cooking.
Mr. Lei looked around the yard with great interest.
Although he was born in the village, he moved to the city early with his parents who were teachers in the city.
At this moment, looking at the mountains in the distance, his heart was filled with tranquility.
Lush and majestic, it seems like the most loyal guardian of this small village.
The neatly built houses and the well-arranged terraces are the most valuable artistic creations of the villagers.
Everything is so vibrant.
"Muyang, your cooking skills are amazing!" President Lei walked to the kitchen, where Chen Muyang was making braised pork intestines.
"Mr. Lei, how do you feel about the village?" Chen Muyang laughed.
"It's great. I feel the miracle of life. Every leaf, tree, flower and grass blooms with the sound of its own life. Even a small insect crawling on the ground draws its life line. I really envy them for being able to grow up in such a quiet and comfortable environment." Mr. Lei was quite emotional. With his current status, although he can occasionally go to some places, he is more often bound by work.
The company is in a difficult situation now. It has reached a bottleneck internationally and its domestic development is not going smoothly.
Based on his memories, Chen Muyang could understand Mr. Lei's mood when he said this.
"Mr. Lei, don't worry. Everything will be fine when spring comes and flowers bloom." Chen Muyang found a large basin, put the braised pork intestines in it, and started to make the next dish.
"Thank you, your dish is really good!" Mr. Lei felt a little relieved after hearing that.
"It will taste even better later. Haha, Mr. Lei, let me write you a poem." Chen Muyang laughed, not modest at all.
"Oh? Thank you, I'll look forward to your excellent work!" Mr. Lei knew that Chen Muyang could write poetry, so he smiled and clapped his hands.
When this show stood out, he took a look at Chen Muyang's performance.
Chen Muyang read aloud:
A cup of wine in a golden cup costs ten thousand dollars, and a dish of delicacies on a jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars.
I put down my cup and chopsticks, unable to eat, and drew my sword, looking around, feeling confused.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the river is blocked by ice; I want to climb Taihang Mountains, but the mountains are covered with snow.
When I have free time, I fish in the green stream, and suddenly I dream of the sun in the boat.
It is difficult to travel, it is difficult to travel, there are so many roads, where should I go now?
There will be a time when we will ride on the wind and waves and sail across the vast ocean.
After hearing this, Mr. Lei was shocked. His mind suddenly became broad and he couldn't help but applaud.
Because it perfectly captured his state of mind. "Mu Yang, you're worthy of being a top scholar like me. What's the name of this poem? It's so well written. I'm going to write it down and frame it in my office."
"It's called 'The Road is Hard', as long as it helps Mr. Lei." Chen Muyang laughed and scooped up the pickled pepper pork liver from the pot.
"Life is indeed not an easy journey. Thank you so much. You have helped me a lot! If you have the chance in the future, please come and visit our science and technology park." Mr. Lei said easily.
Cai Ji, who was burning the fire nearby, was already trembling with fear when he heard the conversation between the two. It was so profound that he couldn't understand it. What should he do?
Deng Zhao and the three girls who were serving the dishes also looked surprised.
The audience in the live broadcast room were also stunned.
〖The boss is worthy of being a boss, his words and deeds are really great.〗
"What kind of poem is this? I don't quite understand it, but I can feel its power."
〖Absolutely amazing! Absolutely amazing! The last sentence is truly amazing!〗
I agree. I have a feeling that middle school or high school students will have to memorize one more passage.
"Haha, luckily I'm a freshman now."
Junior high and high school students: Thank you for listening to me.
"Haha, the elementary school student escaped."
[At this moment, Chen Muyang is glowing. I love it so much.]
"Sisters, don't fight over me. Brother Muyang is mine."
Draw your swords, sister!
As expected, Chen Muyang is on the hot search again:
Hot search number one: Imitating culture and insulting soldiers
The second most searched: Lei Zong gave away mobile phones
Hot search No. 5: Lei Zong participated in "Countryside, We Are Coming!"
Hot search No. 7: Chen Muyang's journey is difficult
Among the top ten trending searches, three are directly or indirectly related to Chen Muyang.
Some entertainment companies are already furious. Why is this person on the hot search every day?
You don’t know until you check, and you’ll be shocked when you check!
Being ridden on the head by amateurs one by one is simply unbearable!
Then they turned from surprise to joy and shouted to their agents, "Sign him for me!"
For a while, the program team's phone was bombarded with calls, including sponsors, investors, entertainment companies, etc.
At the same time.
In a luxurious villa in Beijing.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, what do you think of this poem?" Su Mingyue took the poem "The Road is Hard" that she had just memorized in the live broadcast room and trotted to her grandfather's study.
She accidentally discovered this treasure live broadcast room and was attracted by the scenery inside, and then by Chen Muyang's unparalleled talent.
So, watch the show live whenever you have time, because the edited version will be broadcast later.
As a top student in the Department of Literature at Peking University, her appreciation ability is not weak.
But her grandfather Su Wensheng is a professor at Peking University and an expert in the national Chinese textbook writing group.
"How can you be so ungentle as a grown-up girl? How will you get married in the future?" Su Wensheng shook his head helplessly. This granddaughter was good in every way except that she was too clever and easily startled.
"I won't get married. I'll just stay with you." Su Mingyue stuck out her tongue.
"You, what do you want from grandpa? Grandpa is busy." Su Wensheng shook his head, looking a little helpless.
I've been racking my brains writing Chinese textbooks recently.
"Oh, yes, this is it, Grandpa, take a look." Upon hearing this, Su Mingyue put the notebook in her hand on Su Wensheng's desk.
On the paper, the complete "The Road is Hard" was written in beautiful handwriting.
Su Wensheng took one look at it and couldn't help himself. He read it several times in a row, "Good! Good! Girl, your poem is so well written."
Su Mingyue: "What? Grandpa, this isn't something I wrote. How could I possibly have the ability to do this?"
"Where did this poem come from? I want to meet this great talent." Su Wensheng asked.
"This is what I saw on a variety show. Grandpa, take a look." Su Mingyue took out a tablet and flipped through the live broadcast recording.
"I didn't expect that someone so young would have such feelings. It's incredible." Su Wensheng said with emotion.
"Yes, grandpa, he actually had a hard life. He lived with grandma since he was very young, and he was the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Yuzhou. It was not easy." Su Mingyue thought of the introduction in the program and was a little impressed by Chen Muyang.
"No wonder he could write the heroic sentiment of 'There will always be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean.' It's incredible."
"Girl, help me log into my blog." Su Wensheng suddenly said.
"It's Weibo, Grandpa." Su Mingyue switched accounts and logged in for her grandfather.
"Yes, yes, yes." Su Wensheng took the tablet and started operating it.
Then, a blog post was updated on Weibo.
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