Before three o'clock, Wang Hao had lunch at Bao Zheng's house. He filled his stomach and stood up to say goodbye, but Bao Zheng's wife Dong was left to have tea together. Faced with Dong's attempt to keep him, Wang Hao had to sit back to his seat.

Mrs. Dong called two maids, removed all the food on the table, and brought a set of tea sets and five tea bowls.

Wang Hao, who was sitting on the round stool, saw the salt, pepper, ginger slices and cinnamon placed in front of him, and immediately made him feel like he was nine times full.

Because at this time, Wang Hao suddenly remembered that after lunch at Bao Zheng's house yesterday, Princess Fukang Zhao Huiruo threatened him to eat three bowls of tea. Moreover, various seasonings were added to each bowl of tea, which not only made him feel difficult to swallow, but also left Kaifeng Prefecture and returned to the backyard dormitory of the street officials and jammed for nearly an hour. Now, thinking about it makes him a little scared.

Bao Qianqian, who was sitting next to Wang Hao, saw Wang Hao trembling from time to time, immediately guessed that Wang Hao was probably scared by the prank of her classmate and friend Zhao Huiruo after lunch yesterday.

So Bao Qianqian stood up and offered to her mother Dong, "Mom, please write it, make tea today, let Qian'er come."

Seeing that his eldest daughter was so considerate, Dong, who was about to make tea, stopped, sat back and nodded with a smile and agreed, "Qian'er, that mother will give you all the tea making matters. If you make a mistake, mother will punish you."

Don’t look at Dong’s verbally saying that her eldest daughter Bao Qianqian is punished if she can’t make good tea, then she is just talking to outsiders. She treats her eldest daughter Bao Qianqian and her second daughter Bao Pingping as bright pearls. Even if she makes a mistake, she will not give up scolding, and even talk about the punishment.

Bao Qianqian, who stood up, was adding a little ingredients to the tea made by her father Bao Zheng, her mother Dong, her sister Bao Pingping and herself, but there was no addition of ingredients to the tea made for Wang Hao.

Originally, Wang Hao was worried that whether Bao Zheng’s wife Dong made tea for him or Bao Zheng’s eldest daughter made tea for him, he would add some ingredients to the tea. But after seeing that Bao Qianqian had poured boiling water into the tea bowl in front of him, he only added a little tea powder.

Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately felt a little fond of Bao Qianqian's considerate care for him in a quiet manner. He felt that Bao Qianqian was not only beautiful and charming, but also so considerate in dealing with people. Whoever could marry such a good girl would probably have to be blessed for the rest of her life.

When Bao Qianqian finished making tea for Wang Hao, she was just preparing tea for her sister Bao Pingping, Bao Pingping asked: "Sister, why did you forget to put seasonings into the bowl when you make tea for Wang Sicheng?"

Facing his sister's questioning, Bao Qianqian continued to make tea and replied calmly: "Sister, Wang Sicheng doesn't like adding seasonings to it when he eats tea. Why do you have to make things difficult for him? Ping'er, don't worry, sister will not put too few ingredients in your tea bowl."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bao Qianqian, who was making tea, put at least three times more seasonings into the tea bowl in front of her sister Bao Pingping, and complained in his heart: Ping'er, let you, a stinky girl, talk too much. I gave you all the seasonings that originally belonged to Wang Hao. Now you are always satisfied.

Wang Hao, who was a little relaxed, saw Bao Qianqian facing her sister Bao Qianqian’s questioning, and he was actually looking at him, an outsider. He suddenly felt a warm current in his heart, and his mood naturally became much more relaxed.

Wang Hao didn't expect that since Bao Qianqian got up and made tea for everyone, Dong Shi focused on him and Bao Qianqian.

When Dong saw Wang Hao looking at her eldest daughter Bao Qianqian, his face showed a peach blossom look. He felt that Wang Hao was most likely to be affectionate to her eldest daughter Bao Qianqian. He also found that Bao Qianqian was very considerate and did not add any seasonings to Wang Hao’s tea bowl. He also quarreled with her sister Bao Pingping, who was with her day and night. He also felt that Bao Qianqian seemed to be interested in Wang Hao. As the saying goes, "A man has love and concubine has intentions, it is probably just like that."

Just at this moment, Dong suddenly remembered something. After taking a sip of tea, he faced Wang Hao, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, and first praised: "Wang Sicheng, I heard that the two memorials you and my officials jointly submitted to the official family are all from your ideas. You and my officials each wrote a memorial.

"And I also heard that you are talking about the contents written in those two memorials in Chuigong Hall today, talking endlessly, speaking eloquently, and not even Wang Gongchen and Jia Changchao, who are eloquent on weekdays, have no objection to you. I believe that Wang Sicheng must be a talented person, but he just doesn't show up on weekdays."

After praising Wang Hao, Dong paused for a few moments, then changed his mind, stared at Wang Hao with anticipation, and asked: "Wang Sicheng, I have something to ask you for advice. I wonder Wang Sicheng, you have any opinions and opinions about Xiang Yu, who was known as the "West Chu King" in the late Qin Dynasty, as far as he did during his lifetime?"

After listening to Dong's inquiry, Wang Hao had just relaxed his nervousness. At this time, he began to become highly nervous again, and secretly felt that if he didn't answer, he would probably have to find a suitable reason.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Hao politely declined and said, "Mrs. Bao, you are so proud of Wang. Before I became the Secretary of the Streets, I was just a big soldier from the army. I couldn't read many words and had never read many books. Wang didn't know how to answer Xiang Yu for a while."

As soon as Wang Hao finished his polite refusal, Bao Pingping, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, immediately retorted without hesitation: "Wang Sicheng, you can hide it too much. You said you were just a big soldier in the past, so why did you write a memorial alone and give it to my father? Another memorial was written by you and my father.

"If you really think about what you said, you can't read a big word, how can you write a memorial alone? How can you dictate long and long words and let my father write them? You said you haven't read many books, and you believe it!"

Even Bao Zheng, who was sitting in the main seat, couldn't bear to see him anymore. At this time, he said to his wife Dong and his youngest daughter Bao Pingping: "Wang Sicheng, don't be humble anymore. Although Wang Sicheng, you are from a corpse, there is still some ink in your belly. Others don't know, but I know, Wang Sicheng, don't refuse. Don't hide it. Tell me about your opinion on Xiang Yu, my wife, and I, and two daughters, listen attentively."

Seeing that Bao Zheng said this, Wang Hao felt that he could only drive the duck to the shelves, and he reluctantly made a brief and objective evaluation of Xiang Yu, a somewhat tragic "West Chu Overlord".

After some thought, Wang Hao finally thought of the evaluation of the project in a history textbook, a female historian from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao answered casually: "Since that's the case, then Wang will tell you his own simple views. Wang believes that Xiang Yu's bravery is unique in the ages; Taishi Gong wrote a brave man with a brave pen. He is also unique in the ages. Reading it upright, he still feels that he is a mighty hero, galloping across several pages, driving millions of armored soldiers, like a strong wind, and a wonder."

After hearing Wang Hao's evaluation of Xiang Yu, Dong immediately applauded. Then, she continued to ask while the iron was hot, "Wang Sicheng's evaluation of heroes such as Xiang Yu is just right. I wonder if Wang Sicheng can write another poem and comment on Xiang Yu?"

When Dong's question was finished, Bao Qianqian, who was sitting next to Wang Hao, looked at Wang Hao with eager expectation, as if she thought that with Wang Hao's talent, she should be able to write a poem against Xiang Yu with her hand.
Chapter completed!