Chapter 41 Questionnaire: Please check or fill in the answer according to your own situation. Thank you!
Water was bubbling and boiling in the earthen stove and iron pot.
Yao Ruyi poured the rice into a rice washing basin and submerged the rice grains in warm water. She gently rubbed the rice grains with her hands in the water, rinsing them two or three times. Then she changed the water in another basin and let the rice soak for half an hour before taking it out and draining it slightly.
Soaking the rice is to ensure that the rice grains absorb water evenly, resulting in a consistent texture after cooking, without being undercooked or overly soft.
A student who stayed on campus ordered two boxes of sushi, and Yao Ruyi started wrapping them.
The coal briquettes glowed red-hot, flames flickering through the holes—the heat was just right. She took a bamboo steamer, lined it with clean cotton gauze, spread the drained rice evenly on top, placed the bamboo steamer on the steaming iron pot, and carefully tucked the edges of the cotton gauze into the steamer's rim to prevent any steam from escaping.
After covering the steamer with the lid, Yao Ruyi glanced at the coal briquettes in the stove. Seeing that they were burning brightly, she began to prepare the sushi vinegar. Liang Da Dang said that the palace kitchen could never replicate the taste of her sushi, and that was because they started making mistakes from the very beginning, from steaming the rice. She steamed the rice over water, and only mixed in the sushi vinegar after the rice was fully cooked.
It is not necessary to add vinegar, salt, or oil to the water before cooking.
This method of spreading the rice out loosely before steaming results in rice that is neither wet nor sticky, and the texture won't be ruined by adding seasonings too early. After steaming, each grain is plump, with just the right amount of stickiness, and a rich aroma.
Of course, there are also some things to consider when choosing rice. Not only should you choose new rice, but you should also choose short-grain rice transported by grain merchants from Jiangnan. That kind of rice is dry yet soft, sticky, and chewy, making it the most suitable for making sushi.
The other savory flavors come entirely from the sushi vinegar.
She mixed vinegar, sugar, and salt evenly in a small pot and simmered it over low heat until the sugar and salt dissolved completely, but did not boil it, otherwise the acetic acid would evaporate, and the simmering would be pointless. After letting it cool to lukewarm, once the rice was cooked, she put the rice into a wooden bucket and poured the sushi vinegar over the rice in three batches. Each time she poured it over, she used a spatula to stir the rice from the bottom of the bucket upwards, turning and tossing it to ensure that the vinegar evenly coated each grain of rice without breaking it.
After mixing, spread the rice out and fan it to cool it down. This way, the moisture on the surface of the rice will evaporate quickly but not too quickly, making the rice glossy and sticky.
In her past life, Yao Ruyi watched a documentary about Japanese sushi while receiving an IV drip in the hospital. It said that traditional sushi restaurants actually had a special position to fan the sushi rice. Why fan it manually? Because electric fans are too strong, which would cause the rice to lose moisture too quickly, making it counterproductive.
Therefore, "human rice cooking with electric fans" is a job that machines cannot replace.
Watching the old man with the blue fish-patterned headscarf, his face solemn as he cooled the rice for decades—a man praised by the documentary narrator as someone who "persevered in craftsmanship"—she was incredibly envious. She'd be happy to do that rice-cooling-fan job too; it was such a wonderful job.
Because of this strange dream, Yao Ruyi was deeply impressed by making sushi. She always thought that she had to remember how to make it so that she could apply for a job at a sushi restaurant if she couldn't continue working at the convenience store.
However, the documentary did not lie. The sushi rice prepared with "craftsmanship" is indeed excellent. It can be gently kneaded into a ball without falling apart, and has a faint vinegary aroma on the surface, but there is no obvious soup inside, and it remains dry.
The documentary also specified requirements for the utensils used for steaming rice, insisting that wooden or bamboo utensils be used throughout the process, as metal cookware would affect the flavor. However, Yao Ruyi had no such concerns at the time, since the only iron utensils she owned were iron pots, spatulas, knives, and fire tongs.
She never expected that the documentaries she watched to pass the time in the hospital would actually come in handy, allowing her to make delicious sushi and even earn money from the government.
An hour earlier, when Liang Da Dang heard her words, he was taken aback at first, but quickly came to his senses. He was not angry, and still smiled kindly and said, "That is only right."
He then readily bought her sour rice recipe for five taels of silver—since it wasn't a buyout for his exclusive use, the price had to be lowered. Yao Ruyi also had to sell it in her own shop, so she didn't haggle much. After all, it was just a trick for steaming rice; she neither cooked it for others nor provided the ingredients. This "discounted sale" was a good deal, and she would accept it while she was ahead.
She knew that if the palace kitchen had more time, they could probably figure it out. However, the Emperor needed it for New Year's Eve and didn't have time to have people try it repeatedly, so he came out to ask her.
Thinking about it this way, she actually benefited from the official's favor! Yao Ruyi happily accepted the silver ingots and then explained the recipe in detail with a smile on her face.
Liang Da Dang only heard the beginning before hurriedly borrowing paper and pen from Yao Ruyi. He hadn't expected that steaming rice involved so many intricacies, even requiring fanning the rice!
This couldn't be memorized by memory alone, so he carefully copied it down, making sure every word was correct before letting out a sigh of relief. He thanked Yao Ruyi again, then turned and took two items from the car:
"This is what Lord Lin asked us to give to the young lady."
In his hands were the same bundle and food box he had previously used to pack sushi for Lin Wen, and in another, a white porcelain double-eared wine jar with its mouth sealed with yellow satin brocade and strung with a rope, which he could carry in his hand.
Upon seeing the wine jar, Yao Ruyi's ears turned red, and she lowered her head to accept it, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Unaware of the situation, Liang Da Dang gently explained to Yao Ruyi, "This wine is a newly brewed 'Xiaozhao Zhenzhu Hong' from the palace's wine cellar. The other day, when His Majesty invited Lord Lin to dinner, this wine was served to accompany the meal. 'Xiaozhao Zhenzhu Hong' gets its name from the way the wine drips like pearls when poured. When Lord Lin saw it, he asked if this clear, jade-like wine was the legendary Imperial Jade Liquor that was popular among the people. His Majesty didn't know how it was praised among the people, but seeing that Lord Lin liked it, he bestowed a jar upon him. Later, when Lord Lin heard that I was going to leave the palace to find Miss Yao, he specifically instructed me to bring this jar of wine to her."
Yao Ruyi: "...Thank you very much, Eunuch Liang."
Help! How come my second uncle hasn't forgotten about the Imperial Jade Liquor?!
He really is going to the palace!
Unaware of the turbulent emotions surging beneath Yao Ruyi's feigned calm, Liang secretly praised her: "Although Miss Yao is the daughter of an official, she not only managed to recover from her family's decline without complaint, but she also remains composed and unperturbed when dealing with the emperor."
She is truly an extraordinary woman.
Liang Da Dang returned the bundle and food box to their rightful owner, and said, "The food box has been cleaned and contains some wood ear mushrooms, agaric mushrooms, and shiitake mushrooms grown in the palace's warm room. It's not easy to taste such delicacies in winter. When the Emperor saw the mushrooms presented from the warm room, he instructed the eunuchs to pick a box of fresh mushrooms to give to Lord Lin to cook into soup, but he didn't touch them. So I brought them out for Miss Yao."
"I'm really sorry to trouble you, Eunuch Liang." Yao Ruyi blushed slightly and bowed deeply in thanks.
Having already bought the prescription and brought the other items, Liang Da Dang didn't linger any longer. He had an important errand to run—to buy ducks from Shen Ji! He then bowed to Yao Ruyi and prepared to take his leave.
Yao Ruyi's hands were heavy with the food and wine that Lin Wen'an had sent. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took two steps forward, opened her mouth and called out to Liang Da Dang, who was about to get into the carriage, and asked in a low voice, "Eunuch Liang, is my second... Lord Lin doing well in the palace?"
Liang Da Dang turned around and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Miss Yao, the palace has everything you need. Although Lord Lin is busy with official business at the Arsenal, he has two rooms for resting. The Emperor not only made an exception and let Lord Lin's old servant come in to serve him, but also assigned two eunuchs to run errands and deliver messages for him. He also invited the imperial physician to come and examine him frequently. A while ago, Physician Zhou said that he had come up with a new medicine to apply to Lord Lin's legs, and it was quite effective. A few days ago, it was raining, and Lord Lin's legs were not so painful anymore. It might even heal his old injury."
That's good. Yao Ruyi felt much more relaxed, and then tactfully asked, "When does the imperial court take a break? The Little New Year has already passed..."
Which company makes employees work overtime for more than half a month straight without overtime pay? Even if they provide meals, accommodation, and medical insurance, it's still hard to forgive them. Such sweatshops would be exposed online as a warning in later generations.
Liang Da Dang noticed a hint of sorrow in Yao Ruyi's voice and kindly comforted her, "Don't worry, Miss Yao. Lord Lin will be able to take a break and go home in the next couple of days. The Emperor issued an edict three days ago, and some less important government offices were closed for the day yesterday."
That's more like it.
No wonder Meng Qingyuan returned yesterday and dared to chase after Luoyang regardless of everything; it seems that the holidays for different government offices are not all the same. Yao Ruyi felt relieved after receiving confirmation, and thanked Liang the eunuch many times. After seeing him off, she felt a little more cheerful.
She energetically put the wine and the box of fresh mushrooms back into the kitchen. She first hid the wine jar high in the upper cabinet to prevent Grandpa Yao from discovering that she had stolen some. Then she packed the mushrooms into a basket. There were quite a few kinds of mushrooms in the basket, but Yao Ruyi only recognized shiitake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms.
At this time, mushroom cultivation involves cutting down oak, birch, and other trees in the mountains using the "flower-cutting method," inoculating them with natural spores, and then allowing them to grow in a humid and warm environment. This method cannot be completely controlled artificially, so it is indeed very precious to be able to cultivate fresh mushrooms in a greenhouse at this time.
Yao Ruyi thought for a moment and realized that such a rare delicacy should be made into a hot pot with mushroom broth to avoid wasting it. So she covered it with a damp cloth and stored it in the cupboard.
Afterwards, she calculated the time and quickly came up with a few questionnaire questions for the study room. She asked Grandpa Yao to help her copy about thirty or forty copies, and then asked Cong Xin to give a copy to any students who came to buy things when he was helping to watch the shop, and to ask them to fill it out when they got home.
After hurriedly finishing all that, it was getting late, and she had to go out. She went back to her room and carefully styled her hair into a double-bun hairstyle, adorned it with a pearl hairpin and velvet flowers, applied lipstick, drew her eyebrows, and changed into a nice set of clothes that she had recently paid some money to have made by Madam Cheng.
This new outfit was made from the same box of fine fabric that Lin Wen'an had brought her when he first returned to the capital. She had chosen a yellow brocade with cloud and floral patterns. The collar, cuffs, and hem of the dress featured multiple different patterns, including lock patterns, plum blossom patterns, and swastika patterns, all layered with similar embroidery threads. Yet, the embroidery was strangely vibrant without being gaudy, and intricate without being chaotic. When Madam Cheng finished making it and called her to pick it up, she couldn't take her eyes off it.
She usually doesn't want to wear it because she's busy with work, so this is the first time she's worn it after it was finished.
All things considered, this was the first time Yao Ruyi had ever worn Song brocade in two lifetimes. It felt smooth to the touch, warm and beautiful, and the stitches on the fabric seemed to sparkle even when illuminated by the pale winter light.
No wonder nobles love to wear clothes like this.
After tidying herself up, she once again took Big Yellow and Three-Inch Nail, and went to Xingguo Temple to discuss business.
About an hour or two after Yao Ruyi left, she arrived at the Lin Si Cao family's house in the alley.
Little Stone, who had taken a long nap at noon and slept until almost dusk, finally crawled out of his warm blankets.
It's so comfortable to take a nap wrapped in a warm blanket in winter. These past few days, the colder it gets, the deeper Little Stone sleeps. Sometimes, his older brother and Meng Boyuan are reading storybooks in this little room. They're so engrossed in reading that they laugh loudly, cheer, and even cry their hearts out, and they can't wake him up.
He had slept for too long and was still a little groggy. His messy hair was sticking out in clumps here and there, as if a cow had licked his forehead. He sat on the bed for a long time, as if his soul was slowly returning to his body from his dream. He scratched his face, his mind still sluggish. He turned his head and stared blankly at Lin Weiming, Meng Boyuan, and Cheng Shujun beside him.
The three of them were gathered around Lin Weiming's narrow, haphazardly constructed table made of thin wooden planks and two camphor wood chests, heads close together, whispering to each other, writing something that was unclear.
The room was cramped. Besides the bed against the wall, there was a desk right next to the headboard, and there wasn't even room for a chair. The desk was also made by raising a chest, so it was low. Their father had bought two thick rattan cushions, and Lin Weiming usually sat on the floor to read.
After that, there was nothing left in the room.
Little Stone yawned and pulled out his wrinkled cotton-padded clothes one by one from under the covers.
There was no wardrobe in the room. Lin Weiming and Xiao Shitou's everyday clothes were stored in camphor wood chests under the wooden planks. Lin Weiming's two sets of blue long jackets and overcoats from the Imperial Academy were his most respectable clothes, so they couldn't be stored in chests for fear of being eaten by insects. Instead, they were hung on thin wooden wedges nailed to the wall.
Besides the clothes, the only decoration on the wall was a painting of a beautiful woman playing with butterflies, yellowed from sun exposure. The painting was crudely framed; it was the kind of painting you could buy for ten copper coins in a brothel. The painting depicted the most popular actors in the opera world, performing various plays and singing folk songs. It was a very prestigious thing to know which actor's paintings of beautiful women sold well, and wealthy young men would often buy hundreds or even thousands of them at a time.
Lin Weiming did not have such financial resources; he had only ever bought this one set.
Little Stone had forgotten the actress's name; it seemed to be something like Sai Miaoyun Niangzi, the actress who played Pan Niangzi in the once-popular zaju play "Wang Xianggong Divorces His Wife" in the brothel a few years ago.
Little Stone couldn't understand why Brother Cheng and Fourth Brother Meng always insisted on squeezing into his eldest brother's room, which was so crowded that even mosquitoes barely had room to land, to study and practice calligraphy with him.
Is there anywhere here to write properly? Doesn't Brother Meng's house have a big desk by the window? Oh, right, he doesn't want to go home. But doesn't he go home for the New Year either?
Little Stone remembered that the last time he used the windowpane to crack walnuts, he saw Master Meng pacing back and forth in front of his house for a long time. Several times he raised his hand to knock on the door, but in the end he withdrew and went home with heavy steps.
Could it be that Master Meng is going to abandon Fourth Brother Meng at his house? Little Stone was startled by this thought, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be true.
When he was naughty, his mother would pull down his pants and spank him, always scolding him harshly: "If you keep being so naughty, I'll have your father throw you away and find a better girl from another family!"
He was so scared that he cried and screamed. He never expected that even though Meng Sige had grown up so much, his parents would "abandon him and replace him with a younger sister" because he was naughty. Meng Sige was so tall and strong, maybe he could even bring back two younger sisters for Master Meng!
Poor Meng Si-ge.
He stared at the three figures from behind, lost in thought for a while, when suddenly he remembered something important. He quickly crawled into bed, pulled out a red cloth bag from under the mattress, and counted the contents carefully twice.
Twenty-three copper coins are enough to buy one of General Ma's toes.
He counted the money one last time, satisfied, his face flushed red under the covers, before secretly hiding the bag again. Now he counted it two or three times a day at home, and when he went out to play with Jasmine and Xiaosong, he would hide the red bag inside his undergarments, being extremely cautious. He was terrified that his older brother would steal the money he had painstakingly saved, or that his mother would find it and confiscate it while airing out the bedding.
After counting the money, he stuffed the red cloth bag into the inner pocket of his undergarment and began to dress. He was going to Jasmine's house for dinner today. Jasmine had come yesterday to invite him, Xiao Song, Guan Rongrong, Jiang Tu, and a few other children he often played with, to come over and have meat together.
How could Little Stone not go! His mother said that the end of the year was a difficult time, and the family had to squeeze out money to buy new clothes, shoes, and hats for the whole family, prepare New Year's gifts for his father's superiors, relatives, and elders, leave red envelopes for relatives' children and elders, and also prepare a reunion dinner for the whole family. Just for those few days of the New Year, the family had been eating steamed taro and boiled cabbage for more than half a month.
They've eaten so much that Little Stone is practically turning into a taro spirit.
Now that there's meat to eat, his mouth is watering just hearing about it.
He first put on a cotton vest, then two cotton-padded short jackets, then a thick cotton-padded jacket, three pairs of trousers, and then a scarf. After he was all dressed, his knees and elbows were stiff and he could barely bend them. Finally, he jumped straight off the bed.
Lin Weiming was startled when Xiao Shitou jumped off the bed with a "thud." He turned around and saw his younger brother, dressed like a bear, stiffly opening the door and leaving. Lin Weiming even called out, "Be careful!"
Then he turned back to Meng Cheng and continued to ponder the "Yaoji Zhixingzhai Questionnaire" spread out in front of them. The handwriting on the paper was obvious; it was Dr. Yao's neat and dignified small regular script. Although the strokes were not as powerful as before, it was still recognizable at a glance.
But upon closer inspection of the words and phrases, one can sense the tone of Miss Yao:
[To all my esteemed friends at the Imperial Academy: It is as if we have met in person! I, Yao Ji, wish to set aside a few quiet rooms in my small courtyard for self-study and reading. I have prepared this questionnaire to seek your advice. If you would be so kind as to reply, I welcome you to come and study in my room in the future, and tea will be served free of charge.]
Please check the boxes or write the options according to your own situation. Thank you!
Question 1: When you need to study for an exam, would you prefer to do so when:
The Nanzhai Academy (with a strong academic atmosphere, but unfortunately studying too late would displease classmates and damage friendships).
In the study at home (unfortunately, my mother kept coming in and out bringing me soup and water, constantly interrupting my thoughts).
Teahouses facing the street (too noisy and distracting).
The newly established Yaoji "Zhizhizhai" reading room (where students can read together and receive guidance from renowned teachers—how wonderful!)
Question 2: When you are deep in thought, what kind of distraction do you hate the most? (Multiple selections allowed)
My classmate sitting next to me suddenly started singing a folk song.
The teacher suddenly came in and announced that the next riding and archery lesson would be changed to current affairs literature.
The peddler's cries outside the window gnawed at my hungry stomach. I glanced at the water clock and realized that school wouldn't end for another half hour. My hunger made it impossible for me to concentrate on my studies.
There are too many brothers and sisters in the family, and they quarrel and fight from morning to night without end, making it impossible to have peace all day long.
All of the above situations apply; I wish I had a warm and comfortable quiet room where I could study in peace.
Question 3: If Zhizhizhai opens its doors at Chenshi (7-9 AM) and closes at Haishi (9-11 PM), charging 3 coins per hour for a seat where one can study in peace and receive guidance from a renowned teacher, what do you think?
Too expensive! I can recite my lessons for free in the school's corridor.
I'll give it a try. If it helps me get into the top rank, I'll be willing to pay three hundred coins!
Long-term rental preferred, as long as there is a charcoal brazier and tea service provided indoors.
Also check if there are secluded private rooms and locked drawers (to prevent your hard-earned articles from being rummaged through, stolen, or plagiarized while you're in the restroom).
Question 4: What would your ideal reading room include? (Multiple selections allowed, please rank them in order of preference)
The Four Treasures of the Study are complete (various colors of paper, brushes, ink, and inkstones are all sold at a discount).
Screens and partitions can prevent people from peeping into the article.
A large collection of books is available for borrowing.
Soup cakes, tea, and a heater are always available.
There are water clocks or time tablets that can indicate the time.
Question 5: If the study room were to offer excellent learning materials such as "300 Imperial Examination Practice Questions" or "Three Years to Become a Jinshi and Five Years to Become a Zhuangyuan," what would you most like to see?
Obtain genuine printed or handwritten copies of the policy essays from previous years' provincial and ministerial examinations.
You can get face-to-face answers to questions from excellent teachers while doing practice problems.
Regular closed-book quizzes are held, and after the exams, papers are graded by renowned teachers. (Note: The graders may have a slightly irritable temper and their comments may be sharp; please take them with a grain of salt.)
Lu asked: How many days a month do you need to "immerse yourself in reading"?
One to two hours
Three to four hours
All day
Working tirelessly day and night, at all times, even while eating, sleeping, and using the toilet, they were always studying.
Question 789...
Finally, please write a motto for the soon-to-open "Zhizhizhai" reading room. What would you write?
The questionnaire is now complete. Thank you again! Those who wish to discuss further details in person are encouraged to visit Yaoji Grocery Store tomorrow morning. May you all achieve your goals and know when to stop!
Yaoji Grocery Store
Winter of the eighth year of Baoyuan
The three of them had read the questionnaire several times. Lin Weiming pondered, "The two points about Mother always coming and going and having many brothers mean there's never a peaceful day. They really hit the nail on the head. Look at my room. I really need a bright and clean study, but..." He glanced at Meng Boyuan.
Meng Boyuan also looked over.
The two shook their heads simultaneously, as if rattling a rattle: "Is Mr. Yao's 'slightly short-tempered'? He's clearly extremely short-tempered! Even if he didn't charge me, I wouldn't dare to go to a renowned teacher like Dr. Yao!"
Both of them recalled the time when Dr. Yao had scolded them so harshly that they were like two wilted pickled vegetables, and they both shuddered. If they were to receive such guidance from Dr. Yao for a whole day, they would probably have their resolve shattered the next day and would really pack their bags and go back to their hometown to farm.
“However, Miss Yao’s idea is quite good. There should be quite a few bookworms like Cheng Da who would be overwhelmed if they fell out of the top rank.” Meng Boyuan glanced at Cheng Shujun and could tell from his expression that he was very interested. “Three copper coins a hour, plus a tutor to guide you, is indeed very attractive. If you were outside, you would have to pay a lot of tuition to hire a tutor.”
"You're the bookworm!" Cheng Shujun kicked his butt and turned his head away, not wanting to pay him any attention.
"Although I don't want to go, Miss Yao must be handing out this paper to find out if we're interested. Let's fill it out properly. As for the final comments..." Lin Weiming bit his pen and wrote very honestly and timidly, "Could you please be a little gentler when you're grading and scolding people?"
Meng Boyuan also carefully checked off the questions at the beginning, and finally said: "I hope that 'Zhixingzhai' will prosper and be able to stay open all night after it is expanded in the future."
If that day ever comes, he won't have to squeeze into the Lin family anymore. He can naturally become a helper in the "Zhixingzhai" study room for Miss Yao! He's good in every way in the Lin family, except for that scoundrel Lin Weiming, who always secretly farts in his bedding and then blames it on Xiao Shitou. Every night when he's soundly asleep in his sweet dreams, he'll suddenly be hit by a gust of air, which will wake him up and make him climb all over the walls.
If Yao Xiaoniangzi could make a living this way, and he could apply for the job, he could study, have a place to live, and earn money—a win-win-win situation! As for what his parents would think, Meng Boyuan had already stopped caring about it, having stubbornly refused to go home for so many days.
Meng Boyuan was thinking far ahead. He was already planning to ask Madam Yao the next day whether her "Zhixingzhai" should hire a cheap, easy-going, and quick-witted shop assistant!
Yao Ruyi never expected that before her study room even opened and before she had recruited any students, employees would be offered to her.
At this moment, she, Three-Inch Nail, and Big Yellow were somewhat dejected as they rode back in their car.
Today's detailed discussion with the head of the Xingguo Temple pastry workshop did not go smoothly, and thus took a long time without any results. Although the other party was a monk, he was really well-versed in the ways of business, extremely eloquent and persuasive. He could talk Yao Ruyi out of breath while just holding his prayer beads, and Yao Ruyi even stammered in his answers.
After that, the magistrate said that no matter how many snack recipes she could provide, they were still just recipes. Xingguo Temple would have to provide manpower and effort, and was only willing to give half a percent of the profits.
The magistrate's words were so persuasive that Yao Ruyi almost wavered, even having a fleeting thought, "Could it be that I'm being greedy?" Fortunately, she quickly regained her composure and didn't rashly agree, saying she needed to go back and think it over, thus putting the matter aside for now.
As expected, experience matters. She died too young in her previous life and was still too young. She had never done business like this before, so it was normal that she was no match for them.
Yao Ruyi rested her head on Dahuang's head and sighed softly, but quickly cheered herself up. It's alright, a lesson learned. She'd ask Cheng Niangzi first, and then ask her second uncle's opinion when he returned. There's always a way!
Hmph, don't let her learn that, or she'll be able to debate with a whole group of monks all by herself in the future.
Thinking this, Yao Ruyi led the dog home. As she entered the alley, she saw Cheng Shujun sitting at the table under the window of her shop in the cold wind. His robes were billowing in the wind, and the cloth ribbon binding his hair was fluttering behind his head. He seemed not to feel cold at all. He just turned his head and stared silently at the bare elm tree at the end of the alley, as if he was waiting for her to come back.
"Cheng Jia Dalang?" Yao Ruyi walked up to him, leading the dog. She glanced at the stack of completed questionnaires in his hand, their ink still clearly visible, and asked with some surprise, "Did you collect these from the school on my behalf?"
When Cheng Shujun looked up, he saw that Yao Ruyi was dressed particularly beautifully today, wearing a yellow brocade white cotton dress, and her hair seemed to have been loosened by the wind, with a few strands still hanging by her ears. He blushed slightly and nodded.
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[Burning] I almost missed it.
Haha, who's gone on a business trip again! It's lucky me! I love my job! Work makes me happy!
In this situation, I feel compelled to compose a poem, "Tears of Cattle and Horses."
I had to get up early to catch the 6 a.m. flight.
Sleeping on the high-speed train at night, snoring caused confusion
Business trips are like spinning tops
Thirty stacks of reports
On the road
Coffee mixed with tears
The PPT was revised a thousand times.
Why is Father Jia still not satisfied?
Delay Delay
The bonus has been reduced to a negative number!
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