Chapter 183 Red Oil Dumplings
“It should be okay, but I’m not sure.” Song Jingyun replied.
"Mr. Song, please stop being so modest." Wei Liangji joked, "Mr. Song, your face is full of smiles, so he must be full of confidence."
"I'm not happy because of the exam."
"Oh?" Wei Liangji's expression suddenly became serious. "What's the reason?"
Is there anything more important to Song Jingyun than the academy examination?
"My wife said today that she would make barbecue for us at home." Song Jingyun raised his eyebrows as he spoke, full of excitement. "Come to think of it, I haven't had barbecue made by my wife for a long time!"
"There is no time to lose. I have to go back quickly. If I am late, I am afraid my wife will lose her patience and won't want to do it. So I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, he disappeared in front of Wei Liangji like a gust of wind.
Wei Liangji, "..."
Sure enough, there is no delicious food and a wife in this world that cannot be wasted? Even things like studying and future prospects have to be ranked lower? While Wei Liangji was thinking, Lu Yuming reached out and patted his shoulder, giving him a look that said "get used to it".
"It may also be because Mr. Song has a pure mind and treats people sincerely, so he is better at studying than us." Wei Liangji said.
"Not entirely." Lu Yuming shook his head, then said seriously, "It's mainly because of other things."
"What?"
"Because Mr. Song's head looks really different from ours." Lu Yuming replied.
Wei Liangji, "..."
No problem! I have a photographic memory. I can memorize almost every article in one try, and I can understand most of the definitions after reading them once.
This brain is really different from theirs.
Most likely you have drunk the water from the Jade Bottle of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, eaten the elixir from Taishang Laojun, and eaten the peaches from the Peach Garden?
Or maybe, Song Jingyun himself is the real Wenquxing incarnate.
Two people were chatting and laughing here, and Zhang Yaosheng curled his lips.
What's the difference? They're all round, watermelon-sized, with hair on top, a long face in the front, and a neck underneath?
Just because Song Jingyun married a good wife, oh no, married a good wife and married into a good family, he is different from them? So what if you have a good memory, so what if you are the god of literature, if you don't study hard, no matter how good your talent is, it will be useless.
There are countless people who achieve success at a young age but become mediocre when they grow older. This is because they were arrogant and lacked the desire to make progress when they were young.
It has snowed heavily these days, and everyone living in the county town is studying at home, so Zhang Yaosheng has carefully observed Song Jingyun's study situation.
During the day, I only read for two hours a day. The rest of the time I was either in the yard helping Jiang Mixia take care of the flowers and plants, or basking in the sun or weaving bird cages.
At night, the lights in the house were turned off very early, and there was no sign of studying hard at all.
Not to mention anything else, at least he can't compare to Zhang Yaosheng who studies late into the night!
With such an attitude towards studying, what does it matter even if you are extremely talented?
Moreover, Zhang Yaosheng felt quite confident about this exam. He answered the questions very well and was sure to get a good result.
At that time, let's see how Zhang Yaosheng shines in the entire academy! Zhang Yaosheng raised his chin, snorted coldly and passed in front of Wei Liangji and Lu Yuming, causing the two to look at each other in bewilderment.
"What's wrong with Mr. Zhang? He seems so angry." Lu Yuming scratched his ear.
"Don't pay attention to him." Wei Liangji said, "He has always been like this. Before you came to Wende Academy, he always looked down on everyone, but he didn't know that he was the one being looked down upon. If he ranks last again this time, he won't be able to study at Wende Academy."
There are new scholars every year, so the number of students in Wende Academy is naturally increasing. The academy has limited space and cannot accommodate so many students. Therefore, there has been a rule since a few years ago that if a student is in the bottom three for two consecutive years, he or she will drop out of Wende Academy and go to the county school or other academies to study.
Zhang Yaosheng has always been ranked last or second in the past two years. If the same happens this time, he will have to leave.
Lu Yuming felt a little uneasy when he heard this.
Actually, this was the first exam he would take after arriving at Wende Academy. Wende Academy was full of talented people, and his talent was not that good. If he did not do well in the first exam, it would be really embarrassing.
Not only would it embarrass myself, but most importantly it would embarrass Hongle Academy and my good friends like Song Jingyun.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuming no longer had the heart to play with Wei Liangji and hurried to review his lessons.
This made Wei Liangji unable to help but touch his nose.
The exam is over. If I study more, can my grades get better? Song Jingyun walked back, thinking about the barbecue that Jiang Mixia was preparing for him.
As I was walking, I saw a new stall opened near the entrance of the alley.
The stall was set up by a mother and daughter. They looked unfamiliar and didn't seem to be from this area, but the stall was very clean and there were quite a few customers.
And every time the woman lifted the lid of the pot, Song Jingyun could smell a very strong fragrance, and could not help but move closer to see what it was.
"Would you like some wontons with red oil?" The little girl greeted Song Jingyun timidly when she saw him approaching. "It's delicious."
Red oil wonton.
Song Jingyun looked up at the customers' bowls at the stall. They were all filled with greasy, red soup mixed with plump white wontons. The glutton in his stomach suddenly emerged, "Well, two bowls, please."
"Okay, two bowls of red oil wonton." The woman responded with a smile, and quickly wrapped the wontons and put them in the pot to cook.
After it is cooked, take it out, add soup, pour red oil, and sprinkle coriander...
When Song Jingyun brought the red oil wonton home, he was trembling with fear, his eyes fixed on the bowl in his hands, afraid that the soup would spill.
Upon seeing this, Zhucui and Chengmao hurriedly took it, poured it into their own bowls, and asked for the location of Song Jingyun's stall so that they could return the bowls.
"What did you buy?" Jiang Mixia was gathering the charcoal fire. Seeing Song Jingyun and the others tossing and turning, she didn't even bother to look up. She just sniffed and said, "It smells strange."
"The new stall at the entrance of the alley sells wontons cooked in red oil. I smelled it and it was delicious, so I bought two bowls and brought them back for you to try."
While Song Jingyun was speaking, he had already taken a spoon, scooped up a piece of wonton and handed it to Jiang Mixia's mouth.
Red oil wonton.
Jiang Mixia suddenly remembered the woman named Yunniang whom she had seen in the capital city, and the cute and sensible little daughter beside her. The red oil dumplings she made were very delicious.
It's a pity that she is a little soft-hearted and allows herself to be bullied by her husband's family.
It's the end of the month, and the rankings are really hard to see... As expected, the single update has a big impact, but those of you who have votes can still vote, thank you~ (End of this chapter)
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