Just when the gentlemen felt sorry, the girl standing in the middle of the hall spoke.
She raised her eyes and said with a clean and clear voice, "I prefer cooking to metaphysics."
Shen Rulan's expression froze, and her fingers on her knees tightened slightly.
The gentlemen sitting beside him looked surprised and amazed.
The gentleman on the far left looked at Jiang Fu with disbelief in his eyes, "Really, do you really like cooking more!"
Although the culinary institute of the women's courtyard once had two royal chefs, and since then they have been loved by the emperor and nobles in the palace, but the culinary institute is actually the same as metaphysics, an existence that few people choose.
There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, and cooking is tiring, and the women who come to the women's courtyard to take the test are all noble girls from Yandu, and most of them look down on this.
Jiang Fu nodded lightly, did not look at Shen Rulan anymore, and started talking to that gentleman.
The two asked and answered, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, and Shen Rulan never interrupted.
The gentleman's surname is Su. He used to be the imperial cook of the imperial dining room. Now that he has retired, he can't stay at home, so he asks to come to the women's courtyard to teach.
Yesterday, Xie's family sent Jiang Fu's cooking over. Mr. Su also tasted it and was very satisfied with her. When he heard that she liked cooking more, he settled down directly and brought Jiang Fu into the family.
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Jiang Fu walked down the steps holding the uniform green shirt of the women's courtyard, and before he reached the last step, he heard footsteps behind him.
White shadows appeared in the fundus of eyes.
It was still that gentle and jade-like voice, and the man with an impeccable smile said, "Ms. Jiang."
Jiang Fu hugged the green gown, her fair fingers were pressed against the veil, she lowered her eyelashes, and said politely, "Lord Shen."
Shen Rulan walked down and walked side by side with her. He tilted his head and said, "I heard before that Miss Jiang has told many people's fortunes."
Jiang Fu walked down the last step with his green shirt in his arms, nodded, "Yes."
Shen Rulan looked at her sideways, smiled slightly, and continued, "I heard that Miss Jiang is very accurate in fortune telling."
Jiang Fu embraced the green shirt, already missing Xie Min who was waiting outside.
She cautiously said: "Those are all my nonsense, I didn't expect to bump into it."
"Miss Jiang doesn't need to be modest." Shen Rulan said with a slight smile, "Metaphysics needs to be rewarded by God, and being favored is not a bad thing."
Jiang Fu didn't answer.
Shen Rulan turned around, stopped and said, "Miss Jiang, can you tell me a fortune?"
Jiang Fu closed his eyes, stopped, turned around with his clothes in his arms, smiled brightly at the man in front of him, and said slowly, "Okay, ten thousand taels of gold is a hexagram, sir?"
Shen Rulan stood in front of her, eyes slightly lowered, her white robes were spotless.
His eyes fell on her, which looked extremely soft under the pale golden sunlight: "Forget it."
As soon as Xie Cheng was pushed in, he saw this scene.
His complexion suddenly changed, his stomach was overwhelmed, he felt the surrounding world spinning, and his breathing became thinner.
The men and women under the sun have not noticed Xie Cheng's arrival.
Jiang Fu was still smiling, she held her clothes and tilted her head slightly, it seemed that only Shen Rulan was in her eyes.
Her smile grew brighter.
The girl's bright and bright smile tore Xie Cheng's nerves bit by bit.
What a harsh smile.
Xie Cheng had difficulty breathing, his fingers were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were turning white.
She was smiling at Shen Rulan.
She only had Shen Rulan in her eyes.
No, it doesn't seem to be the case, it seems that the important thing is not Shen Rulan, not just Shen Rulan, but someone else.
It's that she is looking at others, and she only sees others.