Baozi Xishi's Struggle

Chapter 187: We have a new dish. We must invite Master Lu to try it.

Shen Yu smiled and shook his head, looking at Lu Lang: "Didn't Mr. Lu say that you are good at painting? Then can you help me draw buns, cakes, stir-fried dishes, fried meat skewers and other food on the sign?"

“When customers pass by, they can tell it’s a restaurant and what food is sold inside.”

At this time, Yutao and the others carefully brought the pens and ink to the table on this side of the shop. When they saw Lu Lang, they all bowed to him.

Shen Yu spread out the paper, handed a pen to Lu Lang and said, "Mr. Lu, please write it on the paper and let Dun Dun write it on the sign."

When Dun Dun saw Lu Lang here, he also felt a little timid: "Let Master Lu write it. I'm sure my writing won't be as good as his."

Lu Lang regained a bit of his face and looked at Shen Yu expectantly.

Shen Yu smiled and asked everyone: "Look at the signs on this street, are the words written well?"

Everyone nodded, and Qi Xi said, "Of course that's good. They also found someone with good handwriting to write it. I can guarantee that although these words are good, they are not as good as my young master's."

Lu Lang straightened his chest again. Although he didn't say anything, his expression was firm and showed that Qixi was right. Qixi was right.

Shen Yu smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Lu's handwriting must be very good, but in the eyes of ordinary people like us, we can't see much difference between a bunch of well-written words. We just think, well, they are all good."

"Dundun's handwriting is different. He only went to school for two years, and his handwriting is only neat and tidy. But you can tell at a glance that it is a child's handwriting. Doesn't it have a childish charm? It makes people unforgettable."

Lu Lang concentrated and thought carefully, and seemed to understand something.

He straightened his sleeves and sat down, then picked up the pen and asked with a smile, "What's the font size on the sign?"

Following what Shen Yu said, Lu Lang wrote the neat words "Shen's Fengnian Restaurant" on the paper.

After Lu Lang finished writing the line of words, he did not put down his pen. Instead, he drew large buns with fine pleats, small round cakes, lotus leaf chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, and stir-fried diced chicken in a casserole around the line of words.

Although it only has a few strokes, it is easy to understand at a glance and is actually quite childlike.

Everyone who watched it praised it as interesting and attractive.

Dun Dun wrote twice on the paper, then changed to a larger brush and, following the dark marks made by Shen Yu with the brush, first wrote the two smaller characters "Shen's" horizontally, and then, concentrating and holding his breath, wrote the four large characters "Fengnian Restaurant" vertically.

After finishing writing, Dun Dun's face turned red. He let out a long sigh and looked at everyone cautiously, not knowing whether he had written well or not.

Shen Yu thought it was great. This was exactly the kind of childish brushwork she wanted. It looked both cute and eye-catching.

Lu Lang actually thought it was good, and his icy expression cracked for once.

He patted Dun Dun's shoulder gently and said, "You write well. Study hard. You will definitely be a promising person in the future."

Dun Dun's face turned red due to the praise, and he grinned and laughed.

Yu Cheng poked him on the back, and the two brothers kept poking each other, secretly making a scene in the shadows behind people.

The adults had no time to take care of them; all their attention was focused on Lu Lang's painting.

Lu Lang sat there and drew steamed buns, fancy small reunion cakes, lotus leaf chicken and stir-fried diced chicken around the words on the sign.

Li said, "Draw a fish on it, there will be chicken and fish, it will bring more good fortune and happiness."

Lu Lang turned to Shen Yu and asked with interest, "What kind of fish can you cook?"

Yu Tao suggested: "The squirrel fish my sister makes is delicious, sour and sweet, crispy and fragrant, and looks good too. Let's draw this."

Lu Lang said "Oh" and mumbled like a child: "I have never eaten it, nor have I seen it."

Shen Yu thought to himself, "You didn't send me any fish, so of course I haven't eaten it."

No matter what she thought in her heart, Shen Yu still had a smile on her face. She took a piece of paper, drew a rough picture of a squirrel fish with its ends tilted up, and explained how the squirrel fish made this shape.

Lu Lang listened carefully, pondered for a moment, and then drew a plate of squirrel fish on the paper. It was really hard for him. He had never seen one before, but he could draw it so that it looked 70% like it.

Li and Jiang both said that it looked very similar, so Lu Lang painted the squirrel fish on the signboard.

I drew a few more skewers of meat and fish.

The sign was quite large, and there were still some empty seats. Shen Yu stood further away, looked at it carefully and said, "Let's leave it like this for now. When new dishes are served, we can add more."

Lu Lang said: "Then I will try it first, and I will draw it after I taste it."

Shen Yu glanced at him and said nothing.

Mrs. Li promised, "Of course, of course. When we have new dishes, we will invite Master Lu to try them. If Master Lu says they are delicious, the other guests will definitely like them too."

Shen Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Mom, you are really good at marketing."

Li smiled innocently and said, "What is marketing? Mother doesn't understand. Mr. Lu is the son of the county magistrate. He has eaten all kinds of delicious food."

"He likes to eat them all, which proves that the food in our restaurant is delicious. This is the truth, not a matter of whether it sells or not."

"Mr. Lu, tell me, am I right?"

Lu Lang was a little embarrassed, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that what Li said was not wrong. Although he had not eaten many dishes cooked by Miss Shen, he felt that every one of them was delicious, much better than those he had eaten in restaurants and family banquets before.

Lu Lang figured it out, so he nodded honestly and said, "Madam is right, Miss Shen's cooking skills are indeed very good."

This time it was Shen Yu's turn to be praised, but she had been praised by Yu Cheng all day long, and her immunity had increased. She didn't feel anything at all, and instead just responded politely: "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lu."

After saying that, he turned his attention back to the sign.

Li said, "Mr. Lu, you've been busy for half a day. Come and sit down. I'll make you some tea. Yuzhi just bought some barley tea, and it smells really good."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of a night watchman's clapperboard announcing the time came from outside.

As the sound of the night watchman knocking on the clapper came closer and closer, Lu Lang, who had been sitting steadily, suddenly stood up and said in a panic, "Oh no, how come it took so long, Madam, Miss Shen, I want to go back."

After saying that, he bowed, and Qixi turned around and rushed out of the store as if his butt was on fire, and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone in the store was shocked.

After a long while, Li was surprised and asked, "Is this the son of the county magistrate? He is usually very steady, how come he suddenly became like Qixi, saying go and disappearing."

Jiang guessed kindly, "Maybe, maybe there's something urgent at home."

Shen Yu smiled and joked: "He is probably afraid of the county magistrate. I didn't expect that Master Lu would run so fast."

Yu Cheng said innocently, "Does Mr. Lu's teacher also let him run every day?"

Shen Yu chuckled: "Probably."