After he finished speaking, he put the fish fillet into Su Yao's bowl.
Su Yao seemed to have no interest in the competition between the two. He picked up the chopsticks and calmly put the food into his mouth with elegant and cold movements.
The two top masters seemed to be competing silently, both wanting to show off their skills in front of Su Yao.
Wen Wushang picked up the wine glass, rubbing it gently with his fingertips. He chuckled and said, "These are just some trivial tricks. If we talk about the elegance of the dish, it must be the glutinous rice lotus root slices from the Suzhou gardens. There is an ancient poem praising it: 'The lotus root is broken, but the thread of love remains. The glutinous fragrance fills my nose and reminds me of the past.'"
Liu Yuting's lips curled slightly, her green eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke calmly, "The beauty of food lies in the artistic conception. The Chu people love spicy food, hence the popularity of spicy hot pot. Speaking of artistic conception, 'heavy snow presses down on the green pine, yet the pine stands tall and straight.' Hot pot is as passionate as life itself, so how can we forget our roots?"
The two of them exchanged sharp words, but they both maintained an elegant demeanor and were polite. However, every sentence contained a provocation.
Su Yao savored the delicacies in front of him with an indifferent expression, and occasionally nodded slightly, as if casually affirming the competition between the two.
Not far away, in the invisible barrier outside Ziwei Pavilion, Qingcheng, Bai Ze, Fubao and Zhu Yan were all invisible and watching the show.
Qingcheng sighed softly, "The master's charm is so great that even Wen Wushang has been provoked to come to the Su family."
Bai Ze sneered: "Humph, that devil has always been obsessed with fighting the master for three hundred rounds. After more than a thousand years, he is still entangled."
Fu Bao half-smiled, "But I have to say, Wen Wushang is at least 'useful'. If he really wanted to harm the master, he would have done it when the master was unconscious... Not only did he not do that, he is also actively helping the master find the fragments of his spiritual consciousness."
Zhu Yan nodded slightly. "When the master was still the Free and Easy God, Wen Wushang was a belligerent and PKed everywhere, but he disdained to bully the weak. At least he would not kill innocent people."
Qingcheng and Bai Ze looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
In Ziwei Pavilion, Liu Yuting suddenly stood up, his eyes indifferent, and walked towards the desk beside him.
He stood with a pen in his hand, picked up the pen casually, and wrote with a flourish. After a while, a timeless and refreshing five-character regulated verse appeared on the paper.
The handwriting is elegant and free-spirited, with a clear and unique style, just like a long scroll of mountains and rivers, with flowing aura.
Wen Wushang narrowed his blue eyes, curled the corners of his lips slightly, walked forward, picked up another pen, dipped it in ink and started writing.
His writing was as sharp as a sword, with iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks, and was majestic and powerful. A seven-character quatrain was wild and murderous, showing the spirit of the Demon Lord.
The air is filled with the fragrance of ink, and the tense contest seems to have brought back the time when scholars played chess in ancient times.
Su Yao picked up a piece of crispy meat and put it into his mouth, his eyebrows slightly curved, and he said lazily: "It's okay, the handwriting is not ugly, and the poetry is also readable."
This calm and composed sentence almost caused the two masters to lose their skills.
Wen Wushang snorted coldly, sheathed his pen, and smiled in his blue eyes: "Since I am here, I will not leave easily."
Liu Yuting had an indifferent expression, his green eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Su Yao quietly, with a very faint smile on the corner of his lips.
The atmosphere was breathtakingly subtle, with undercurrents surging.
However, Su Yao just continued to eat the hot pot slowly, as if the world was so big that only delicious food could not be let down.
Not long after, Yun Feiyan came hurriedly holding Su Wentian's hand.
"Mother……"
As soon as the cute little baby called out "Mom", Liu Yuting and Wen Wushang's faces darkened.
The two fought for a long time, but were instantly defeated by the fact that Su Murong "had a son".
Tear marks were visible on Su Wentian's delicate and handsome face. His small purple eyes were watery as he asked, "Mom! Dad's injury hasn't healed yet... Is he really dying?!"
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