"Let Brother Min laugh at me; Brother Min is exceptionally talented, far beyond my reach!" Yan Huan affirmed Min Feng's talent. He glanced at Gu Chengyu and felt that compared to him, he still fell slightly short.
"Then let me make a fool of myself," Min Feng said, seeming confident. He asked the young lady to prepare the brush and ink, spread the paper on the table, pondered for a moment, and then started writing.
Yan Huan gave a bitter smile; his skill in couplets was good, but when it came to comparing himself with Min Feng, he was not so sure.
Huang Junheng naturally supported Min Feng and quickly leaned in to look.
"The first line is: 'This place has fine mountains and fine waters, fine breezes and fine moons; even better, there are fine people and fine events, adding a thousand years of fine tales.' As expected, Brother Min did not disappoint me. I really like this first line."
