"This is osmanthus wine, given to me by a friend. What do you think of it, Mr. Zhang?" asked Li Shishi.
"Fragrant!" Zhang Shixun answered simply with one word.
"Your answer is too simple, just one word?" Ding Dusai said dissatisfiedly.
Zhang Shixun looked at her with a smile but said nothing. Although he didn't drink much, he still couldn't get used to this kind of light wine.
"This kind of wine is for women to drink. It tastes bland and is definitely not to Mr. Zhang's taste." Li Shishi was very understanding.
"It seems like what my sister said is true. Men all like strong liquor." Ding Dusai nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Zhang must not have had dinner, so you might as well eat more." Li Shishi picked up the chopsticks considerately.
"Thank you!" Zhang Shixun picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
After three rounds of drinks, Li Shishi said, "Saisai came back the other day and told me about how you helped her. I admire you so much. If you hadn't helped her, who knows what would have happened to such a weak woman."
"We just happened to meet, so it's only right that we help each other." Zhang Shixun answered while looking at Ding Dusai.
Ding Dusai smiled sweetly at him.
"Young Master is truly talented. The song 'Farewell' is heartfelt and has a beautiful melody. It expresses all the emotions of friends bidding farewell to each other. It makes one's heart surge and feel a thousand emotions. It is truly a rare and excellent song." Li Shishi put down her chopsticks and sighed.
As expected of a famous prostitute in the world, her words are so elegant.
"That was done by someone else. I dare not take credit for it..." Zhang Shixun said modestly.
"Hehe! That song was composed by a monk after he bid farewell to his friend. I have already told my sister." Dingdu Track.
Li Shishi smiled and continued, "Today my sister came back and sang me the song 'Women are Tigers'. Although it is a folk song, the tune is humorous and full of childish words, which makes people smile after listening to it."
"This is not my work either." Zhang Shixun smiled awkwardly. Although he came from another time, he didn't want to shamelessly pirate it.
Other people's things are other people's things.
"Sister, Master Zhang said that this song was composed by a young monk." Ding Dusai's tone was full of sarcasm.
Li Shishi looked at Zhang Shixun with a smile, but did not speak.
Zhang Shixun looked slightly embarrassed, so he said, "This lyric actually comes from a little story. Would you like to hear it?"
"Okay! I want to listen." Ding Dusai clapped his hands.
Li Shishi also nodded slightly.
"There was an old monk who took a young boy as his disciple. Master and disciple practiced in the mountains year after year, never leaving the mountain. Unknowingly, more than ten years passed, and the young monk gradually grew up. One day, the old monk finally took the young monk down the mountain. Along the way, everything the young monk saw was full of novelty. No matter what he saw, he would ask the old monk about it. The old monk patiently explained: 'This is an ox, you can use it to plow the fields; this is a horse, you can use it to ride; this is a chicken, you can use it to crow and announce the dawn; this is a dog, you can use it to guard the gate...'"
After walking for a while, a young woman came towards him. The young monk asked, "What is this?" The Zen master was afraid that he might be tempted, so he warned her sternly, "This is called a tiger. People call it a big beast. It is extremely ferocious. Anyone who comes close to it will be bitten to death, and no trace of his body will be left. Remember this!" The young monk nodded in agreement. When they returned to the mountain, the old monk asked him, "Did you like anything you saw today at the foot of the mountain?" The novice monk replied, "I don't like anything else. I only like the man-eating tiger."
After Zhang Shixun finished speaking, Li Shishi and Ding Dusai both laughed out loud.
"This is human nature. The old monk is obsessed with appearances," commented Li Shishi.
"Hehe! Women are tigers, and I am a tiger too." Ding Dusai made a face.
Zhang Shixun then realized that Ding Dusai was not only beautiful, but also had a naive side. So he smiled and said, "Madam Ding, the other day I went to the Lotus Pavilion and saw that most of the people watching the opera were from the lower classes. This song 'Women are Tigers' is a folk song, very suitable for them. You can take it to the Lotus Pavilion and sing it. Find someone to dress up as an old monk, and a boy who sings well to dress up as a young monk. Just the two of you can perform a beautiful piece."
Ding Dusai's eyes lit up, "Yeah! Now that you put it that way, it really is possible."
"Mr. Zhang is right. This song has both a story and singing style. With it as the backbone of the play, it is indeed a good piece of music." Li Shishi clapped her hands and laughed.
"I'll have someone practice it tomorrow. I'm worried about not being able to find new music." Ding Dusai's excitement was beyond words.
She hummed a tune softly, and kept picking up food for Zhang Shixun, regardless of Li Shishi's glaring at her.
The dishes are good and exquisite, but the taste is a bit bland. Apart from a few dishes that are boiled or steamed, the rest are fried or pan-fried, but not stir-fried.
Zhang Shixun was puzzled. He remembered that stir-frying had already existed in the Song Dynasty. Could it be that it had not yet become popular?
Li Shishi and the other person were already full. Seeing that Zhang Shi seemed to be eating with relish, they took up their chopsticks and imitated him, constantly urging Zhang Shixun to eat more.
"I'm full." Zhang Shixun put down his chopsticks and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his mouth.
Ding Dusai felt that the handkerchief looked familiar. When he looked carefully, he found that it was his own handkerchief.
When she saw his broken nose in the embroidery building that day, she couldn't bear it and gave him her handkerchief. However, after wiping the blood from his nose, the scoundrel stuffed it into his sleeve, and she was too embarrassed to ask him for it back.
However, he seemed to have washed the handkerchief very clean and seemed to cherish it very much.
Could it be that he... ?
As she thought about it, her face turned red again.
Li Shishi was very attentive. Seeing her flushed face, she asked, "Sister, are you okay?"
"No...no!" Ding Dusai said hurriedly, "Maybe it's because of the drinking."
Zhang Shixun smiled secretly. After wiping his mouth, he carefully folded his handkerchief and put it into his sleeve. Then he bowed to Li Shishi and said, "Thank you, Madam Li, for your hospitality."
"Please forgive me for the poor hospitality." Li Shishi was still very polite.
"I am very satisfied with the meal, thank you!" After Zhang Shixun finished speaking, he almost slapped his lips. How could he talk like that? Did he think he was in a hotel?
He quickly added, "Mrs. Li is too polite."
Seeing his embarrassed look, Ding Dusai couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Li Shishi also laughed and said, "Mr. Zhang, we have drunk the wine and eaten the meal, what should we do next?"
"Down there?" Zhang Shixun's heart trembled. There's a down there?
"Yes, isn't it time to show off your piano skills?" Ding Dusai added.
Zhang Shixun secretly wiped his sweat and felt ashamed. What was he thinking about? He actually thought about other things.
"What? Master Zhang doesn't want to?" asked Li Shishi.
"That's my intention, that's my intention!" Zhang Shixun replied quickly, "It's just that my qin skills are not very good, and I'm afraid you will laugh at me."
"You are too modest, sir." Li Shishi stood up gracefully. "If you are willing, let's go to the piano room."
"Alright!" Ding Dusai also stood up excitedly, "Master Zhang, let's go."
"Okay!" Zhang Shixun stood up, still feeling ashamed of his dirty thoughts just now.
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