Luo Lingshu snorted coldly, "Whether it's belittling or not, don't think I can't tell!"
"Lingshu, don't argue with a servant!" Lian Shi looked displeased and cast a glance at the maid, speaking softly, "We can just go elsewhere to buy."
Luo Lingshu huffed coldly, looked at Shen Qinglan, and said, "Cousin-in-law, let's go!"
Unexpectedly, Shen Qinglan stepped forward a few paces and said to the shop assistant, "Would you kindly prepare some pen and ink for me?"
"This way, miss!"
The shop assistant gestured to her and then led her to a nearby table.
On the long table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were already prepared.
"Cousin-in-law, you can compose poetry!" Luo Lingshu's eyes lit up.
Lian Shi was also surprised to look at Shen Qinglan, but then she recalled when Shen Qinglan solved the lantern riddles with ease moments ago, and found it quite normal.
Composing poetry is not difficult; the challenge is creating a poem that amazes.
