The sturdy little chef

Chapter 85
Back then, when I knew that I had failed the course, I ran to the teacher and cried a lot. I cried miserably. The pear blossoms were raining. I felt pity for it.

Since then, she has planted the seeds of inferiority in writing calligraphy, and she dare not pick up the pen easily.

Unexpectedly, when he got here, someone else gave him this problem.

Really can escape one lifetime, but two lifetimes!
Uncle Lu Xun said, true warriors dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood!

She picked up the brush in front of her, dipped it in ink, raised her right hand slightly, and started writing.

"I recite in the past life, innumerable and countless kalpas, there is a Buddha among the people, named Sun Moon Lamp Bright."

Yuan Yang picked out a simple passage and copied it down.

The fourth master twisted it and looked at it, and his contempt suddenly grew. He really didn't lie to him, he really didn't know how to write.

To say that it is a ghost painting is an exaggeration, it is simply a group of wild dogs spreading wild on the paper in various poses!

However, that's enough!
The writing is so good, the uncle will be unhappy, that's it, very good.

"From today onwards, after three meals a day, there is nothing to do, you can come here for me to copy the scriptures." Fourth Master indifferently instructed.

Yuan Yang's thousand question marks floated past, just her word, let her copy the scriptures, will it blaspheme the Buddha?
"Master is telling the truth?" Yuan Yang asked weakly.

"It's rare that someone can write words like a dog, and if they don't copy the scriptures, isn't it burying such a good hand like you?"

Yuan Yang howled!
Lord, this is God's sword!Her words changed from gnawing like a dog to running wild like a dog!
The cook changed into a scripture girl in seconds. Does she still need to take care of the cook's work?

"Then, Master's three meals a day?"

Fourth Master glared at her, and asked faintly, "What happened to Master's three meals a day?"

Yuan Yang swallowed, well, when she didn't ask.

"Master, what do you want to eat tonight?" Yuan Yang decided to please the big boss.

Their relationship is still not deep enough, and the hard work of copying scriptures is still arranged for her by the master. The worst thing is, she can't refuse it!

"It's light, do it quickly, and come and copy the scriptures. Before the end of the month, at least ten volumes will be copied." The fourth master lightly arranged the task again.

Yuan Yang only felt his calf soften!
In a few days until the end of the month, copy ten volumes?How much is ten rolls?How much is a roll?
Yuan Yang's mind was full of calculations. When he left the Mingyue Pavilion, he didn't look carefully at the road. He kicked the door on the threshold, and almost didn't throw a dog and eat shit.

Seeing her trance-like appearance, the fourth master pursed his lips and smiled.

Stupid woman!
After Yuan Yang went out, the fourth master called Qing Feng in.

The fourth master stood where Yuan Yang stood just now, picked up the brush just now, and while writing, he said in a low voice, "Tell me about the situation of the third master in Weiyang Palace today."

The breeze carefully explained how the uncle and the third master fought, the conversation between the uncle and the third master, the emperor's reaction, the reaction of the imperial concubine, and the conversation between the imperial concubine and the emperor.

Fourth Master listened, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he smiled coldly.Concubine Su gave birth to two good sons!

Put down the pen, walked to the back garden, and saw Mr. Shan walking with his hands behind his back.

After dinner, Mr. Shan always walks in the back garden for an hour, unmoved.

Tonight, Yuan Yang fried him a steak. He was a meat-loving man, and he ate it happily. I have to say that this girl's craftsmanship is really good.

Fourth Master walked over, and the two walked side by side.Fourth Master explained the situation in the palace to Mr. Shan in detail.

After listening to Mr. Shan, his eyes were full of light, his hands behind his back, and he quickly turned twice in place, and the folding fan in his hand shook with a crackling sound.

(End of this chapter)