Chapter 3, Mixed Porridge and The Memorial on the Expedition

He placed a spoonful into the bowl, looked at him with some confusion, and then saw him touch his nose and quietly say, "Another bowl, please"

Shen Yong took a few bites of the porridge, smacking his lips... After hesitating for a moment, he still handed the bowl to Fang with a spoon.

Shen Yibo's expression was unpleasant, and Fang Yishao heard it, smilingly replying to him, "Good morning"

Shen Yong chuckled dryly, "Aren't you a talented woman? How can a talented woman not know how to write an article?" As he spoke, he shifted to the side, leaving a seat for Fang Yishao, while he himself leaned over to play with the dice.

Haha. Shen Yong became spirited and said, "You are so foolish, you will be doomed!"

After listening, Fang Yishao asked, "What does this Zhuge Wuhou want to convey?"

"The breakfast made by the young lady is ready," the servant said, rubbing his stomach. "Young master, you should go eat quickly; the young lady is a great cook."

Shen Yong was eating and thought to himself, this girl has such excellent skills, she should be a talented woman, but she would do well as a chef.

By the way, Shen Yong remembered and asked his companions, "What were you all singing just now?"

Shen Yong helplessly said, "My father will hit people."

Fang raised an eyebrow and squinted at him, saying, "You can't possibly not know how to do it yourself, can you?"

Ah? Shen Yong was pulled out of the room by Fang Yishao, just as Shen Yibo came to check the situation.

Fang Yi smiled and continued to observe the rare items in the room

Eight Treasure Porridge, Pumpkin Porridge, Century Egg and Lean Pork Mixed Porridge

He got up and dressed, and when he looked up, the large red double happiness character on the wall was somewhat blinding. Shen Yong felt inexplicably dejected, having gotten married in a daze. He washed his face and left the room

Shen Yibo was taken aback, thinking, "No way? ... He has had Shen Yong memorize this memorial for half a month, yet he has never managed to recite it ...? ... How did he suddenly manage to recite it?"

Shen Yong furrowed his brows and thought to himself, "Old Fang, you really are incorrigible, teaching your own daughter to gamble!" However, he found himself somewhat fond of Fang Yishao, as she was much more interesting than those talented women who always wore a stern expression. He decided to say, "Well, how about this? Let’s gamble on high or low. If you lose, you’ll write an article for me. If I lose... well, I’ll buy you something you want."

Just now, Fang pointed to a character and asked, "Ah, what is this character?"

Fang Yishao raised an eyebrow and said, "That's what my acquaintances call me; my full name is Fang Yishao."

Shen Yong was taken aback for a moment, turned to look at her, and asked, "Do you know how to gamble?"

Two-color cake, red bean cake, soft bubble oil film lamb intestine soup

There was no way to avoid it, willing to accept the loss, he returned the dice to him and asked, "How do you write it?"

Shen Yibo was taken aback, looking up and down at Shen Yong, is this his son

Shen Yong was also taken aback; in his entire life, he had never seen what the sky looked like at the hour of the rabbit. He hurriedly walked into the courtyard and looked up carefully.

"Of course," Fang Yishao said as he took the dice, weighing it in his hand. "Hmm... this is fine ivory dice, quite a rare item."

Shen Yong was somewhat puzzled and asked, "Early? What time is it?"

Half an hour later, Shen Yong read the entire "Memorial on the Expedition" aloud to Fang Yishao. After finishing, Fang Yishao nearly made Shen Yong spit blood with a single question: "What is this article about"

"So, what are your thoughts after reading it?" Shen Yong frowned and said, "Aren't you a talented woman? Writing a reflection on the 'Memorial on the Expedition' should be quite easy for you."

Upon bypassing the screen and entering the room, I saw both elders sitting at the table. Fang Yao was beside them, serving dishes, and was saying something that made his mother laugh heartily. The affectionate terms "my dear" and "my sweetheart" called out by her made Shen Yong's side ache a bit from the laughter, so he hurried to the table to pay his respects to his parents

Old Master Shen and Madam Shen looked at Shen Yong's expression, which was similar to that of the servants, and both opened their mouths in surprise, asking, "How did you get up?!"

"He asked me to recite it, but I could never get it right, which is why he made me write an essay," Shen Yong said reluctantly.

"Why hit you?" Fang Yishao was puzzled, this Shen Yongren is quite good, how could he be a little bully?

"Disadvantage." Shen Yong replied

Shen Yong rolled his eyes and said, "Who knows, it's all nonsense."

The cleaning attendant saw Shen Yong, his eyes wide open, "Young Master, why are you up so early?!"

"Go ahead." Fang nodded.

Shen Yong still felt a bit shy as he took the bowl, raised his eyes to glance at Fang Yishao, and thought to himself... Last night, it seemed he hadn't even lifted the veil, and was only focused on eating, not carefully observing the bride... Now that he looked... Hmm, not unattractive, but not particularly beautiful either. Still, as the saying goes, her eyes are quite large.

Madam Shen nodded, "Yao Yao has such a good temper"

Fang Yishao took the book and said, "Let me take a look first"

Ascend

Shen Yong was brought in front of Shen Yibo by Fang Yishao. After glancing at her, he appeared somewhat troubled. Fang Yishao said, "Recite it." While looking at Shen Yibo, he added, "Father, once I finish reciting the book, can we go out to play?"

This

He shook a spoon in his hand and tossed it onto the table—three ones, a leopard

Fang raised his nose in disgust, as the smell was quite foul. At that moment, Shen Yong took the dice, breathed on them in his palm, shook them, and tossed them onto the table—three sixes!

"You go first." Shen Yong handed the dice to Fang Yishao

Indeed. Fang Yishao also nodded, saying, "Isn't it just a bunch of nonsense? In the end, he himself admits that he doesn't know what he has written."

Shen Yong thought for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the funnier it became. Fang Yishao pulled him and said, "Hey, stop looking at these, it's so boring. Shall we go out to have some fun?"

In the yard, one can see the workers sweeping the dust

"Yong'er," Shen Yibo said, "after we finish eating, go to the study to read. Let Yishao accompany you; she is quite talented. If you have any questions, just ask her."

Fang nodded slightly and said, "I can play dice, mahjong, and push Pai Gow."

"Breakfast..." Shen Yong sniffed and immediately felt his stomach rumble, "What smells so good?"

Hmm. Fang Yishao smiled and said, "We use our own name among our own people"

You.

Hehe. Shen Yong took the dice and asked, "What time do you say you want?"

Shen Yong leaned over to take a look and said, "Death."

Shen Yong placed the dice in the palm of his hand, took a deep breath, shook them, and then tossed them onto the table—three, four, five

Shen Yong, filled with anger, walked into the study and stared blankly at several scrolls of scriptures. Fang Yishao looked around and, seeing a wall full of books, couldn't help but exclaim, "So many books... Have you read all of these?"

That is correct. Shen Yong nodded

Using a ladle, he served him a bowl of mixed congee, sprinkled with peanut butter, white sesame, shredded pork, and raisins, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and also stuffed a salt and pepper roll into his hands

He does not allow me to go out. Shen Yong said, "Let me study"

What about this one? asked Fang Yi.

Crab roe buns, pepper salt rolls, beef steamed dumplings, chive pockets

Peanut butter, sesame paste, and noodles tossed with lotus leaf, cumin, and scallions

"Mother, just call me a spoon."

Early in the morning, Shen Yong, still half-asleep, heard a tuneless melody coming from outside, wondering who was singing; it was quite pleasant to listen to. After yawning, he got up and sat on the large red brocade quilt, staring blankly at the golden dragon and phoenix patterns on the bedding. Last night, he had a large bowl of rice with pickled green beans and honey lotus root, and later, Fang Yao prepared two small dishes for him to enjoy with his drink. Noticing his fondness for alcohol, she even brought out a jar of fine wine from the kitchen, slicing ginger to stew and warm it for him to drink.

"Did you not recite it just now when you were talking to me?" Fang Yishao pulled him and said, "Come on, let's go find him. You recite it again, and then we can go out to play together."

"Father," Fang Yishao said to Shen Yibo, "my husband said he wants to recite the text."

... ...

Do you think I am foolish? What is there to not understand about the "Memorial on the Expedition"?" After saying this, Shen Yong provided Fang with a detailed explanation of the "Memorial on the Expedition"

Madam Shen smiled, exchanged a knowing glance with Master Shen, and the two shared a knowing smile before she filled a large bowl to the brim for Shen Yong with another scoop.

Shen Yong rolled his eyes and said, "What’s so interesting... it’s just some worthless paper."

Shen Yong was completely taken aback and asked, "Sigh, how did you become such a talented woman?"

"Really?" Shen Yong exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at Fang Yishao

Thoughts? Fang Yishao touched his head and asked, "How to write?"

Fang Yishao pondered for a moment and asked, "What time do you think you can throw it out?"

This

Fang Yi happily said to the old man, "Dad, we will finish our lunch outside before coming back!" After saying this, he pulled the somewhat bewildered Shen Yong and ran off.

Shen Yong was somewhat perplexed, wondering how this talented woman resembled a common street girl. He asked, "Oh, aren't you a lady of high society? How is it that you engage in gambling?"

"Hey?" Fang Yishao picked up the dice and looked around in all directions, saying, "This is amazing!"

Shen Yong thought for a moment, it seemed he had drunk quite a bit, but he did not have a headache this morning... ? ... How did he fall asleep later?

Fang held a spoon in his mouth while drinking red bean soup. He noticed Shen Yong glancing at him from time to time and felt puzzled—this person seemed to dislike talking and looked fierce at everyone.

Shen Yong touched his head and thought to himself, why do you all seem to think that I am paralyzed and unable to get up

Shen Yong opened the book in front of him and said, "My father has asked me to read the 'Memorial on the Expedition' for several days and to write my thoughts on it"

"Alas, a talented woman," Shen Yong began, "My father asked me to write an article; please help me with it."

Shen Yibo stood in place, stunned for quite a while, "Could it be that a virtuous wife truly brings a wayward son back to the fold?"

Wow. Fang Yishao was surprised and asked, "Did you throw it on purpose or was it just luck?"

Zang

Oh. The two elders nodded slightly upon hearing this, and did not think much of it... After all, this daughter-in-law is quite good, knowledgeable and sensible, diligent, and she cooks exceptionally well. On the very first day of their marriage, Shen Yong got up early, which is a good omen

After finishing his meal, Shen Yong originally intended to go out and have some fun, but after receiving a fierce glare from Old Master Shen, he hurried to the study to read.

Isn't it said to be Fang Yao? Old Master Shen was somewhat puzzled

"A spoonful?" Everyone exchanged glances, and Shen Yong coughed out the porridge he had just eaten, laughing, "What do you mean by a spoonful? A spoonful of porridge or a spoonful of oil?"

"Oh, it's not us singing," the fellow said with a smile. "The young lady is in the kitchen making breakfast, accompanied by the maids singing."

... ...

Fang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then walked over and asked, "What article is it? I can't write it."

As soon as he arrived in the front hall, he heard the hearty laughter of his parents coming from inside. Shen Yong couldn't help but get goosebumps, thinking—his father can still laugh like this?

My father enjoys it. Fang Yishao said nonchalantly, "I have been gambling with him since I was young"

This ... ...

Shen Yong was all smiles, pointing to the paper and pen on the table, "You lost, write an article!"

What about this?" Fang Yishao continued to point, "What are you reciting?"

Seeing himself playing with himself, Fang said, "Let me play with you."

With a flat mouth like a spatula, scratching his ears, "Why are you being fierce? Can you tell the difference between garlic leaves and chives?"

Shen Yong had just recited the "Memorial on the Expedition" to Fang Yishao, and it seemed that he had also understood it a bit himself, so he simply opened his mouth and began to recite it from memory. It was quite strange; once he started, it flowed exceptionally well, and he recited it all in one breath.

Shen Yong's mouth twitched slightly; just hearing about studying made his head ache. Moreover, he heard that Fang Yishao would be supervising, which made his mood even worse. However, he was too lazy to argue with his father, otherwise he would be scolded again. ... Shen Yong instinctively glanced at Fang Yishao, thinking to himself ...! ... Girl, we didn't settle the score yesterday, but today I will see what kind of talented woman you are. I will make sure to bully you later!

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It has just passed the hour of the Rabbit, the fellow said, you see, the day has just begun to brighten

Shen Yong found it somewhat amusing ... ... whether Fang Yao is a talented woman or not is beside the point. ... ... Her cooking skills are truly excellent! Thinking this, he lifted his foot and headed towards the front hall.

Shen Yong curiously asked, "What’s going on? Do we have guests today?"

Are you done yet?" Shen Yong glared, "Are you testing me?"

Shen Yong pouted slightly, glanced at Fang Yishao, and muttered, "Good morning"

A spoonful won't do, "Alright, three, four, five, throw one to me to have a look."

Fang Yishao smiled as he watched everyone eat, while Shen Yibo shot a glare at Shen Yong and said, "Yong'er, this is quite inappropriate. The bride has been up early to prepare breakfast, and you haven't even offered a greeting?"

"So just recite the Memorial to the Teacher?" Fang Yishao was even more puzzled, "Aren't you already able to do that?"

Shen Yibo thought for a moment; after all, they were both young, and it was normal for teenagers around the age of sixteen or seventeen to have a playful spirit. He nodded to Shen Yong and said, "As long as you can recite it, I will let you two go out to the street, just in time to buy some rouge and powder for a spoon and to add a few pieces of clothing."