Upon hearing this, Fu Zhun paused in his chopsticks, raised an eyebrow, and looked intently at Su An: "What kind of place is Beijing? I've never heard of it before?"
“That’s right. As a dish passed down through generations, it should be widely known, but this is the first time I’ve tasted something so delicious,” Lin Yong exclaimed in surprise.
Upon hearing this, the rest of the people who were wolfing down their food looked at Su An with curiosity.
Su An shuddered, almost feeling like he'd been seen through. He cursed himself inwardly for being so smug.
She gave a slight, awkward laugh, trying to brush it off, "That Beijing... it's just the capital city, something like that!"
"Young boss, you lie without batting an eye."
Zhou Li stared intently at her, bluntly exposing her: "Have you forgotten? I'm from the capital, and I've eaten my way through every street and alley, but I've never heard of roast duck."
"Besides, the capital has never had a place name like Beijing in its thousands of years of history. You're making this up again!"
Zhou Li looked at her with a smug, gossipy gaze, and Su An almost couldn't resist choking him.
Or expose the lie in front of everyone.
This ungrateful, awful thing is impossible to raise.
Fu Zhun took in Su An's desperate attempt to come up with an excuse, a glint of light appearing in his eyes, and spoke to Zhou Li in a low voice.
“Miss Su has many skills, so it’s normal that she knows more than you, a bookworm. Why are you talking such nonsense?”
Zhou Li choked, revealing an exaggeratedly aggrieved expression, and muttered softly, "You were the one who asked first..."
"Hmm?" Fu Zhun glanced over calmly.
Zhou Li immediately sensed danger and said with a stern expression, "Master is right. Thank you for the banquet, young boss. I won't stand on ceremony. Whoever grabs it first gets to keep it!"
As he spoke, he used his invisible hand to pick up a large piece of roast duck meat and put it into his bowl, which made the three children next to him wail and quickly join the battle.
Deeply moved, Su An carefully selected a plump piece of duck meat for Fu Zhun, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "You should try some too."
"The aroma is enticing, and the taste is superb." Fu Zhun nodded, never stingy with his praise, his dark eyes filled with a gentle smile.
Looking at the two of them, Lin Yong had a strange feeling that he was already full, but he couldn't bear to put down his chopsticks and silently buried his head.
Normally, a bowl of white rice is enough to fill him up, but this time he had three bowls.
He ate all the food on the table and couldn't help but let out a burp.
Lin Yong blushed and said with an embarrassed smile, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Su. I have had a wonderful meal."
Su An had been waiting for this moment. In an instant, her eyes narrowed and she smiled mischievously, "Since the county magistrate is satisfied with the meal, I'm relieved. However—"
"I've been busy all day, so why don't you ask the county magistrate to write an inscription for my little shop as a reward?"
Lin Yong was taken aback, then laughed and cried at the same time, shaking his head and saying, "Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch."
"Then I can only make a fool of myself and please bring out the writing materials."
He then instructed the servant accompanying him.
Su An's eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together with a smile, waiting.
Business has been bad lately, and she's really worried. She invited the county magistrate over, partly to express her gratitude, and partly to ask him to write an inscription to promote her shop.
The diners were wary of the possibility of poisoning, but the inscription proved that the county magistrate had personally visited her shop to taste the food, which reassured them.
What better advertisement could there be?
Lin Yong didn't waste any time, writing the two characters "一绝" (unparalleled) in a flourish, and then took out his seal to sign his name.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Su An was overjoyed and called Zhang San over, saying, "Make this calligraphy into a plaque and hang it in the most conspicuous place at the entrance to promote it."
She made no attempt to hide her actions, which amused and exasperated Lin Yong, who quickly took his leave.
Su An had a very fruitful trip, but on the way back with Fu Zhun, he suddenly heard Fu Zhun's sullen and unhappy voice—
"My handwriting isn't bad either. If you need an inscription, why not ask me?"
Su An was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle and said, "That's different. He's the county magistrate, and the inscription he wrote is official verification, which can reassure the people."
How could the clever God of Wealth not see this?
However, Fu Zhun's voice became even deeper, and he said, word by word, "I am still a prince."
The prince's intimidating power is no more effective than that of the county magistrate.
Hearing this, Su An realized that the God of Wealth was being stubborn and unwilling to accept defeat.
"oops."
She suppressed the urge to laugh and gently pushed the wheelchair, coaxing, "It is precisely Your Highness's calligraphy that is extraordinary, like fine gold and jade. How can it be displayed for public display? It should be kept hidden away and treasured by yourself."
"Why don't you write one for me? I'll hang it in my room when I get back and admire and be influenced by it day and night."
Fu Zhun's ears twitched. Her sweet and gentle voice was like candied fruit, making his heart flutter with joy and his handsome face flush with heat.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, unable to suppress the smile on his lips, and said, "Then it's as you say."
Tsk tsk tsk—
So arrogant!
Meanwhile, in the shadows, An Yi watched this scene and couldn't help but click his tongue in disapproval.
No wonder the prince was captured; look at those lips, they're sweeter than honey!
Back in the house.
Fu Zhun took the paper and ink, pondered for a moment, and then focused all his attention on writing.
He did not write any inscription, but with flowing strokes, he composed a poem.
"Her graceful figure reflects her youthful beauty, her intelligent heart shines like the rosy clouds. Her natural talent amazes the world, her radiance is as charming as tea."
Su An opened his eyes wide and read aloud, unable to help but exclaim, "The poem is excellent, the calligraphy is excellent, Your Highness's talent is unparalleled, I admire you!"
Seeing her shaking her head and pretending to be profound, Fu Zhun couldn't help but smile and ask, "Then do you know what this means?"
Su An couldn't help but touch her nose. To be honest, she was only half-guessing the meaning of the character. She hadn't even recognized all of it yet, so how could she know its meaning?
But emotional value must be provided, right?
She accepted the poem as if it were a priceless treasure, saying, "Anything written by the prince, regardless of its meaning, is a unique treasure!"
"I'll hang it on the wall when I get back, so I can think of the prince's handsome appearance every time I open my eyes!"
Although Fu Zhun could tell she was flattering him, he couldn't help but smile and had no choice but to let her be.
Su An returned home with the poems in his hands, bumping into Li Guihua without noticing, as he was happily looking at the meaning of the poems.
Although I don't understand it, I always feel that it's a compliment to her.
We must study it word by word.
"Xiao An, what's this?"
Li Guihua chuckled and stopped her absent-minded daughter, looking curiously at the poems.
"Mother." Su An snapped out of her daze and immediately showed it off, "This was written by Fu Zhun for me. What do you think? Isn't it quite extraordinary?"
The words "Golden Thigh" have an air of arrogant nobility about them.
Li Guihua couldn't understand it either. She just glanced at it and then focused her gaze on her daughter.
"Fu Zhun? You two are calling each other so intimately now, and you still say you have no feelings for him?"
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