"Minglang, Jiayou, these are my younger sisters, Song Qingling and Song Yaoyao."
"Hello."
"Hello."
Once the introductions were over, everyone began chatting.
What Song Yaoyao did not know was that after she entered the private room, several officials' wives had brought their children to the restaurant as well. They kept private rooms reserved here year-round, ready for use whenever they visited.
Their rooms were close to Song Yaoyao's, just near enough to hear her thoughts!
Those without reserved rooms discussed it with the ladies who had them, then followed them inside.
The rooms reserved year-round were packed with people.
They ordered melon seeds, tea, and refreshments, then quietly waited for Song Yaoyao's thoughts.
Meanwhile, since Song Yaoyao did not know her eldest brother's classmates well, she sat there demurely, though her gaze began sizing up the two men opposite her.
Guagua, these two classmates of my eldest brother are really handsome!
Xiao Minglang's white robes surpass snow. Beneath sword-like brows neither too thick nor too thin, his long, narrow eyes resemble murmuring spring waters, giving him the air of a gentle spring breeze. His nose is straight and full, like a suspended gallbladder, his thin lips pale, their corners slightly lifted.
Look at him right now, holding a white jade teacup between his fingers, a few strands of dark hair falling loose. That faint smile makes him seem so warm and vibrant!
What a graceful young gentleman, as gentle and refined as jade!
Without warning, Song Yaoyao's thoughts rang out in the private room.
Xiao Minglang and Gao Jiayou had both attended the palace banquet and had already heard Song Yaoyao's thoughts.
Hearing them again, they were much calmer this time!
It was the first time Xiao Minglang had heard a young woman praise him like this, and the tips of his ears could not help reddening.
Gao Jiayou stared teasingly at Xiao Minglang!
Song Qingyu and Song Qingling nearly died of embarrassment. Their little sister was at it again...
The people in the other private rooms instantly grew excited. Here they came, here they came-her thoughts at last...
Guagua's voice rang out again:
Host, have you fallen for Xiao Minglang?
No, I'm just appreciating a handsome man!
Host, you're hopeless! If you like him, go for it! When it's time to make your move, make your move!
Guagua, I really am just appreciating him. I'm not planning to do anything!
All right! Host, I believe you! Host, what do you think of Gao Jiayou, then?
Gao Jiayou had been listening with great interest when he suddenly heard his own name. His ears perked up involuntarily. He wanted to hear how the young girl before him would appraise him.
Then Song Yaoyao's thoughts rang out:
Gao Jiayou's face is fair as jade, his eyes like a sky full of stars, his clear gaze sparkling with light. When his brows relax and he smiles faintly, it's like sunlight melting straight into your heart.
He speaks softly and gently, and the warmth between his brows makes his entire being radiate the air of a modest gentleman.
Host, you certainly know how to appraise someone!
Of course. Those twenty years of schooling in my past life weren't for nothing!
Everyone present, including the people in the other private rooms, was stunned to hear this!
Song Yaoyao had actually spent twenty years studying in her past life!
From her appraisals of Xiao Minglang and Gao Jiayou just now, they could tell that she had been a highly learned person in her previous life!
Before anyone could dwell on it, Guagua's voice came again:
Host, since Gao Jiayou is so wonderful, why don't you just pounce on him?
Everyone was dumbfounded. Gao Jiayou even sprayed out a mouthful of tea, then began coughing nonstop.
This system called Guagua was terribly improper!
Song Yaoyao looked at the others in confusion.
Guagua, what's wrong with them?
Guagua doesn't know either! Host, you still haven't told me whether you want to pounce on Gao Jiayou!
Afraid he would hear something even more outrageous, Gao Jiayou blurted out in his panic:
"My steps are Buddha's, my heart a demon's plight; the golden crow dances, scorching winds ignite. Sweat rains down, yet cannot soothe the trouble below; I fear each dripping drop will startle the Lord of Rain's repose."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Song Yaoyao was utterly bewildered!
Guagua, is there something seriously wrong with Gao Jiayou? Why did he suddenly start composing poetry?
And then he just turned around and left!
As if a wolf were chasing him!
Song Yaoyao was not the only one astonished. The other three, along with the people in the other private rooms, were equally stunned.
Just then, Guagua's laughter filled the entire private room:
Hahahaha, hahahaha... Gao Jiayou is killing me!
Guagua, what is it? What did you discover? Hurry up and tell me!
Guagua laughed for quite a while before finally stopping:
Host, savor the poem Gao Jiayou just composed, and you'll understand what it means!
Song Yaoyao recited the poem twice more in her head:
My steps are Buddha's, my heart a demon's plight; the golden crow dances, scorching winds ignite. Sweat rains down, yet cannot soothe the trouble below; I fear each dripping drop will startle the Lord of Rain's repose.
Suddenly, Song Yaoyao understood:
Holy shit, he has to write a poem just to relieve himself, just to go to the toilet!
Who the fuck does that?
The other three in the room, as well as those in the other private rooms, also caught on.
Their faces flushed crimson. None of them had expected Gao Jiayou to pull something like this.
Guagua's voice continued:
Oh my, this is absolutely killing me! Gao Jiayou really is a rare talent! His poem was about going to the toilet during the day. Let me add one for getting up at night: Moon shadows slant, the night lies clear; a gentle breeze stirs feelings hard to quell. Suddenly, a stream seems to surge within; among the flowers, I seek a little pavilion.
Song Yaoyao was dumbstruck:
Guagua, aren't you a Gossip System?
How can you compose poetry too?
Host, Guagua is a system of many talents! There's still plenty you don't know about me!
In her mind, Song Yaoyao gave Guagua a thumbs-up.
Guagua, amazing. You really are amazing!
I bow to no one but you!
Host, you flatter me, you flatter me! Host, you still haven't answered my earlier question!
What question?
That interruption made me forget!
The one where I asked whether you wanted to pounce on Gao Jiayou!
Oh, that!
My definite answer is no!
Just think, Gao Jiayou writes a poem to go to the toilet. Would he write one for farting too, another for sleeping, and another for eating...?
Just imagining that scene is enough to drive me mad!
People like us aren't blessed enough to enjoy a man like him!
He's only suited to admiring from afar. We can just appreciate him!
As for anything else, let's not even think about it!
All right!
Guagua, I'm really curious how the Military Governor's family usually raises their children.
Do they like composing poems for everything they do?
Guagua hasn't found anything about that. The Military Governor's household probably doesn't have a habit of composing poetry at the drop of a hat!
Song Yaoyao sighed:
So the Military Governor's family produced just this one exotic bloom, Gao Jiayou!
Host, that seems to be the case.
What Song Yaoyao did not know was that Gao Jiayou was not normally like this. She and Guagua had simply frightened him into it!
In fact, the others present and the people in the other private rooms were also wondering how Assistant Minister Song and his wife raised their children.