Zhao Yan's mother was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She pointed to the words on the platform and asked, "Is my name, Zhao Yan, on it?"
She had seen her son write his name at home; it was just those two characters.
He Tiantian nodded happily, "Yes, yes! Let's go find a better spot. We won't be able to see anything when there are more people later."
The stools were specially prepared for the teachers, so Cheng Fang and Lu Yu slunk away under their watchful eyes.
"Alas! These two spoiled brats are even more blockheaded than blockheads; they're simply not cut out for studying!" a teacher said with worry.
“These two families are so wealthy, they don’t need to study hard,” a teacher analyzed earnestly.
These spoiled brats who throw money into the academy every year are the oddities among the pure stream, but there's nothing anyone can do about it.
There was nothing they could do; they were rich and powerful. Sometimes, the academy had no choice but to compromise.
"Master." Zhao Yan walked up to Scholar Shang and respectfully bowed.
Scholar Shang beamed, “Yan’er, you’ve arrived. Please have a seat.”
The other teachers were incredibly envious when they saw this.
"Scholar Shang, you have produced the only scholar in the entire Changning region. Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, Scholar Shang! You are truly fortunate to have such a student."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan quickly explained, "It is my great fortune to have such a good teacher as Master Fuzi."
The teachers all looked at Zhao Yan with smiles like those of aunts, feeling both gratified and envious.
Zhao Yan handed the breakfast in his hand to Shang Xueshi, saying, "Teacher, this is some breakfast I brought for you."
Scholar Shang was about to say that he had already eaten, but when he saw that this breakfast was something he had never seen before, he unconsciously licked his lips.
What's this called?
Zhao Yan handed chopsticks to Scholar Shang and unwrapped the oil paper covering the fried rice.
"Master, this is called fried rice with egg. And this is called fried dough stick. Please try it."
Scholar Shang couldn't resist trying it. After savoring it carefully, he exclaimed, "Absolutely amazing!"
When the other teachers saw this, they couldn't resist crowding around to try it.
Anyway, Dean Qin hasn't arrived yet, and the ceremony won't start for a while.
Scholar Shang wasn't one to hoard food; with such a prized disciple bringing him sustenance, he was too busy showing off.
With more wolves than meat, the breakfast Zhao Yan brought was almost completely devoured in an instant.
After each person took a bite, everyone felt they wanted more.
"Zhao Yan, where did you buy this food? It's so delicious!" A scholar sitting next to Scholar Shang couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Yan smiled and said, "There's a small restaurant just ahead called 'Taste of Home.' Go into the alley ahead, and at the very end of the alley with Wan Chun Lou, that's the restaurant..."
Zhao Yan gave very detailed directions, as if afraid that the group of scholars wouldn't be able to find their way.
"They sell food at their house for lunch and dinner; you can go and check it out," Zhao Yan added at the end.
After hearing what he said, everyone thought it was feasible.
We insisted on going to check it out at noon, as they had already had enough of the food around here.
Cheng Fang and Lu Yu stood behind the group of teachers, listening intently to every word Zhao Yan said.
Cheng Fang scoffed and muttered, "Could it be as good as the food and wine at Wan Chun Lou? I don't believe it!"
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