Chapter 224

Facing Professor Wang An's expectant eyes, Ye Xuan looked at the pork he had just picked up with his chopsticks and responded casually.

"Why not?"

As soon as the simple four words came out, Professor Wang An immediately made a listening posture.

Making poetry can best test a poet's level.

What level Ye Xuan's poetry level is at depends on this poem!

Seeing the expectation in the eyes of Professor Wang An and the other two, Ye Xuan curled his mouth slightly.

Thinking of Su Shi's "Ode to Pork" in his mind, he said faintly.

"Wash the pot clean, add a little water, the firewood smoke does not rise. Wait for it to cook itself, don't rush it, when the heat is enough, it will be beautiful."

The light voice was like a breeze, blowing into the ears of the three.

The smile on the corner of Professor Wang An's mouth froze immediately.

Simple wording, which sounds like introducing the method of making pork on the surface.