When the Wu family finished their lunch, they were lined up after they came out of the restaurant.

When he walked into Youranju and saw the fresh and elegant decoration inside, Wu Qingliu snorted coldly and said, "Fancy and whistle."

In his opinion, the place where you are tasting tea should be quiet, simple and elegant, while the Youran House is too bright, with flowers, plants and screens covering the table, some of which are made of clear yarn embroidered with flowers and birds. It feels too cater to the woman's aesthetics, and it looks a bit fancy.

Bai Shi and Wu Mingzhu liked the atmosphere of this tea room very much, and thought it looked special, not as dull and boring as other tea rooms.

Xiao Zhao, the waiter who led the way, frowned slightly when he heard Wu Qingliu's words. The decoration of their tea room was loved by both men, women, and young people in Jiangzhou City, so it was so fancy.

After sitting down, Xiao Zhao presented the menu, "This is the menu of our Youranju."

Wu Qingliu didn't answer, and Wu Mingzhu, who was sitting with her mother, reached out to take it and couldn't wait to open it. She heard from the prefect's daughter that Youranju's menu was different from other places. Dim sum and tea drinks were painted on the menu, which could see the appearance of the order and tea drinks very intuitively. Moreover, the tea drinks and snacks on it were almost the same as the pictures on the menu.

"Mom, look, there are pictures on the menu for every snack?"

Wu Mingzhu leaned her body towards her mother and asked her mother to follow her to look at the menu.

Bai Shi lied to look at it and smiled, "It's really true, this picture looks good."

Xiao Zhao interrupted at the right time: "Our production is the same as the pictures on the menu."

Bai nodded and said, "Then the snacks in your tea room are really exquisite."

The appearance of the mother and son made Wu Qingliu frown frequently, feeling that they looked like they had never seen the world, which was a bit embarrassing.

Others did not think that the Bai family and his son had never seen the world like this, because no matter who they were, they looked like this for the first time.

Bai and Wu Mingzhu ordered more hot caramel milk tea, each of them ordered a fruit cream cake, and Wu Mingzhu ordered egg tarts, matcha desserts, egg yolk crisps and crystal shrimp dumplings.

Wu Mingli frowned and said, "I just used lunch. Can you finish ordering so many snacks?"

Wu Mingzhu whispered: "I don't use much lunch, I can eat it anyway."

These are all the snacks that the prefect said, and the prefect said was very delicious, so she naturally had to order them all.

Wu Qingliu and his son did not ask for snacks, but instead ordered a pot of black tea and a pot of jasmine tea.

The waiter left with the menu, and Wu Qingliu glanced at the poems hanging on the wall. Although he didn't want to admit it, Jiangzhou, where merchants are everywhere and materialistic, was still very talented. These poems hanging on the wall were well written. They were just a good one. They took them out and took them to Sucheng. They were also top-notch.

"Where are the poems written by the Emperor and Mr. Yun?" Wu Mingli and his brothers were also searching all over the walls. They had not found the poems written by the Emperor and Mr. Yun, but they found a poem signed by Yun Luochuan.

"Yunluochuan?"

Wu Mingli pointed to the poem unexpectedly and said, "Can it be a poem written by Cousin Yun?"

Wu Qingliu looked in the direction pointed by his eldest son and snorted coldly: "Hmph, how could his poems be hung here?"

The poem is well written, and the signature is indeed Yunluochuan, but Wu Qingliu feels that it is definitely not written by his unpromising nephew.
Chapter completed!