When the food was served, the three of them held their chopsticks and poked their heads together, um... the color is good.
Zhan Beiye probed over and smelled it, well, the scent was also acceptable.
Zong Yue was the least afraid of poison, so he tasted the dish with the richest color. After a long while, his eyes lit up.
Chef Meng folded her hands on her chest, her nose turned upwards, no mistake, girl, I am a good cook, especially my mother is sick all the year round, and the medicinal food is first-rate.
She squatted on the chair, happily reassuring the three with great interest, picked up her chopsticks with a smile, and continued to introduce the colorful dishes, "Pork bone and rehmannia glutinous rice pot, ten whole nourishing beef brisket, red bean and barley rice, bone-crushed hawthorn Porridge… "
She smiled brightly, her eyes flowed, and she thought triumphantly, she had never heard of the Wuzhou Continent having medicinal food, except for Zong Yue, those two may not know the function of strengthening bones, nourishing blood, nourishing qi and removing blood stasis...
She didn't pay attention.
Zhan Beiye chewed with his chopsticks, his chopsticks flew like flying, his black eyes flickered, and he ate Shiquan nourishing beef brisket.
Zong Yue smiled slightly, and ate the rice with red beans and barley in a leisurely manner.
The eldest grandson Wuji drank the soup elegantly, the fine porcelain spoon and soup bowl made no sound, and occasionally scooped a spoonful of soup or porridge into Master Yuanbao's bowl, and said with a smile, "Eat more, after this meal, when her conscience finds out that there is another meal , I don’t know what year and month it will be.”
Meng Fuyao smiled without blushing, "That's right, I'm a general, not a cook, and my infinite talent cannot be wasted in a cramped kitchen..." He took his chopsticks and sat down, and picked up a piece of bone in Changsun Wuji's bowl In the middle of the day, he looked at him with a smile on his chin, "You can't just drink soup, you can't fill your stomach, you have to eat meat, eat, eat."
Hey, girl, I want to see the noble eldest grandson gnawing bones...
Changsun Wuji lowered his eyes, glanced at the bones, and smiled, "Thank you."
He flicked his chopsticks lightly, and the huge bone was shattered silently. Changsun Wuji picked off the bone slowly, and ate the meat in a leisurely manner.
Meng Fuyao complained, but when the treachery failed, he had to change direction, and stuffed a piece of old beef tendon to Zhan Beiye, "My lord, this one is good, strong and tasty!"
Zhan Beiye raised his chopsticks, held the beef tendon in mid-air, and said with a smile, "Really? I think so too, but you can't enjoy the delicious food alone. You deserve half of your hard work."
With a light and skillful pinch, the old tendon snapped in two, and Zhan Beiye politely told Meng Fuyao, "Please, please."
…
After a long while, Meng Fuyao, who was covering his cheeks, dug out angelica for Zong Yue, "Come on, meat eaters are despicable, we are doctors, don't eat meat, take some tonic."
Zong Yue took it, and returned a piece, "Meat eaters are contemptible, and tonics are also contemptible. This is the most suitable for you to detoxify and sweat."
It was a huge piece of ginger...
When the night is getting late, the bright moon is shining brightly, the lights and shadows are shining on the Qingbo Pavilion, and the Qingbo Pavilion is rippling, and the distant shore of the lake is facing the flower garden. Those daphne, camellia, magnolia, begonia, peonies, pink, purple and red, are crowded together. The clusters of fragrance are secretly sent, but they can't match the fragrance of wine and vegetables in the pavilion and the fragrance of smiles.
Meng Fuyao was buried in the tall bowls, looking for the rice at the bottom of the bowl bit by bit—these people finished her in a tacit understanding, and then realized that Zhan Beiye was the first to pick up the vegetables, and her bowl Soon they were piled high, and she was the one who ate the most in the end, even though she was cooking for others to eat.
In the end, Meng Fuyao was paralyzed on the chair with his stomach supported, unable to move, Changsun Wuji smiled and handed over a cup of tea, Meng Fuyao was holding the tea, leaning on the chair, watching Zhan Beiye by her side, and asked for a pen and paper with great interest Come, spread out the table, and use Master Yuan Bao as a model to draw "Chewing on the Table". Master Yuan Bao was not satisfied and asked to repaint, but was caught by Zhan Beiye and stamped with his paw. Watching the maid roll up the gauze curtain in the pavilion, light up the gold-painted gauze lamp, the light is shining, a round of bright moon reflects the clear water, shining thousands of silver sparkles, under the lamp, the eldest grandson Wuji and Zong Yue spread out the black and white, slender fingers leisurely tap Chess pieces, white clothes and purple robes were scattered, and a layer of pink and purple fallen flowers floated on the lake in the distance.
Meng Fuyao looked at it with a smile, her eyes gradually dimmed, those reflections in running water, midnight flowers flying, those delicate eyebrows, whispering with a smile, those spread out scrolls, light whispers, all turned into swirling shadows of laughter, embedded in her slightly dimpled eyes. lips.
The most demure and leisurely moment in my life.