This was a rather high-class authentic Chongqing hotpot restaurant. The two of them waited for a long time before they could get a seat. They were surrounded by customers who were noisy and toasted each other.
As soon as she sat down, Baby said anxiously,"I want to eat mutton, beef, fish slices, prawns, vegetables, tofu, potatoes…"
Ye Xiao Bei laughed." Alright, alright, alright. Little foodie, you can eat whatever you like. Today, I'll treat you!"”
Baby smiled happily." Wow, I'm so happy to be with you. I have food and drinks, and you can even teach me how to sing and dance. You're also so good at fighting!”
"This is nothing. In the future, you will be able to see an even more domineering and awesome side of me!”Ye Xiao Bei chuckled and revealed the muscles on his arm.
Seeing that Baby was sweating from excitement, Ye Xiao Bei passed her a pack of tissues.""Take it and wipe your sweat. I'll go order!”
Baby took the tissue and said obediently,"Okay, I'll wait for you. Hurry up!"
Ye Xiao Bei ordered the dishes and walked back. A new batch of customers had just arrived at the table by his side. Each and every one of them was well-dressed, and they were seated by the side with an old man.
After casually looking at it, Ye Xiao Bei retracted his gaze and sat beside Baby, saying to her,""You have to rely on your throat to eat in the future. You can't eat too much hot pot. You have to eat more fruits and vegetables and drink more water!”
"Got it, uncle!" Baby snorted.
The hotpot arrived very quickly. Baby happily threw down the ingredients, then held his chopsticks and watched the ingredients roll in the boiling hotpot. He could not wait.
The people at the table beside them also started to drink and chat.
"Our Poetry Association will definitely cooperate with you in organizing this TV competition for the King of Poets. There are a few young poets who are very good. I recommend them to appear on the show.”
"Haha, the poetry culture of our dynasty has a long history, and there are countless masterpieces that have been written through the ages. Everyone has poetry in their bones!”
"You're right. I think this show will definitely become popular!”
"Oh right, Elder Wang is here. Why don't we let him set a question to test everyone? If anyone can't answer it, they'll have to drink a glass of wine as punishment.”
"Haha, Elder Wang, this suggestion is not bad. Please come up with a question!”
" It's not easy to gather together this time. It's a pleasure to meet friends through poetry." An old voice sounded. Two days ago, I happened to hear a few sentences, but I couldn't think of a better ending. Why don't I give it to you at this wine table?”
"Please speak, Elder Wang. Everyone is listening.”
"I especially like these two lines. Whoever can follow up and follow up well, I'll give them wine and Maotai! Everyone, please listen carefully, these two sentences are: I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust!”
Ye Xiao Bei sat at the side, and the words of the person sitting at the table beside him entered his mind. Suddenly, with a ding, the system had issued another mission.
Ding!" The system has issued a mission: The host will participate in the Poet King Contest and win the championship. If the host succeeds, he will receive three random attribute rings from Lawless. If the host fails, he will grow by 15 centimeters!”
F * ck, again!
A treasure like Lawless's ring, the more the merrier, but for the Poet King competition, it was too easy for a third-rate university graduate like me to do so!
Ye Xiao Bei complained bitterly.
"Ding! The system has sent the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry ceremony. The host's poetry ability has increased by 500%! If the mission is successful, it will be permanently owned!"
Countless things suddenly appeared in Ye Xiao Bei's mind.
Baby was eating heartily at the side when he saw Ye Xiao Bei suddenly go into a daze. He nudged him with concern and asked,""Hey, why aren't you eating? What's wrong with you?"
Ye Xiao Bei returned to his senses and smiled at her. He then ate the hotpot, but his ears perked up as he listened to the conversation of the customers at the table behind him.
"I have a jug of wine that is enough to soothe the wind and dust! Wonderful, wonderful! In just two sentences, it was simple but not simple. With just a few crosses, it clearly described the joy of welcoming a friend from afar. The mood was high!”
After a few praises, the guests at the table fell silent. It was obvious that they were trying their best to think about the second half of these two sentences.
Not long after, a middle-aged man's voice sounded,""Elder Wang, you're our senior in poetry. Let me show off a few words in front of an expert! I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind. I'd like to drink with you and see the clouds together!”
"Good!"
"Not bad, not bad!"
"I have one too. Elder Wang, please listen. I have a jug of wine that is enough to comfort the wind. He held a cup and asked the moon, laughing as a Jianghu person!”
"Haha, that's a good follow-up.”
Ye Xiao Bei turned around, and all the guests at that table entered his sight.
The one sitting at the head of the table was an old man with a white beard and a somewhat sage-like appearance. It seemed that he was Elder Wang, while the others were all men in their forties or fifties. All of them looked to be of high status.
Elder Wang smiled and raised his glass to the two men who had spoken. The two men were flattered and filled their glasses. Clearly, Elder Wang had an extremely high status.
"Old Mr. Camden, I also want to continue this sentence!”Ye Xiao Bei suddenly stood in front of this table of guests and smiled at them.
Everyone was shocked and looked at Ye Xiao Bei in unison.
"Oh? This little friend also has poetry?" Someone looked at Ye Xiao Bei and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, but he asked indifferently.
Poetry had an extremely high status in this new world, even higher than novelists and writers. It was common for those who wrote poetry well to rise from a white body to some high-level leadership positions.
However, it was very difficult for ordinary people to compose poems. Without life experience and without studying hard, they would not be able to make a name for themselves.
And Ye Xiao Bei was so young, yet he jumped out in front of so many elders, so he was naturally not looked upon favorably by others.
Elder Wang looked at Ye Xiao Bei a few times and said with a smile,""Since little friend also wants to receive these two lines of my poem, fine! Well done, I'll give you the Maotai that I've treasured for many years!”
"He can write good poems?" Some people at the table didn't believe him.
"Hehe, this kid has some courage. Why don't we listen?”someone comforted.
Meanwhile, Baby was sitting at the side, looking at Ye Xiao Bei strangely. He could not understand why Ye Xiao Bei would run to the side and play poetry with a group of men who were obviously leaders.
Ye Xiao Bei smiled slightly, but he had a wicked idea in his heart: "Alright, please listen to me!"
Under everyone's expectant or disdainful gazes, Ye Xiao Bei read aloud,""I have a jug of wine, enough to soothe the wind. Plus a cigarette, f * ck!”
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