"Dali's chive flower sauce is all shipped from Beidi. Lamb is best with chive flower sauce. Cousin, please try it."
Lu Zhishan looked at the mutton dipped in chive sauce on his chopsticks, his eyes became a little heavy, and his expression became a little stiff.
"Cousin, eat quickly." Mu Nanzhi's arms were sore, urging Lu Zhishan.
Lu Zhishan came to his senses and did not pick it up. He smiled at Mu Nanzhi and said, "You can eat it yourself. I don't eat leek flower sauce."
Mu Nazhi was startled, and then she realized that there was no chive sauce in front of Lu Zhishan. She took back her chopsticks and said a little embarrassedly: "My cousin doesn't eat chive sauce, why did he ask someone to prepare it?"
"I heard that people in Beidi like to eat chive sauce." Lu Zhishan said with a smile.
"Cousin, you are so kind to me," Mu Nanzhi's eyes were a little red again. She was so busy that she lowered her head to eat the mutton with the chopsticks, then rinsed the chopsticks in the white water, and then started again. He took a chopstick of mutton dipped in hot sauce and handed it to Lu Zhishan to please him: "Cousin, I remember you love hot sauce. Lamb is also great with hot sauce. Try it quickly."
Lu Zhishan had no choice but to eat the mutton with the chopsticks. When he looked up and saw Mu Nanzhi looking at him, Lu Zhishan smiled hurriedly and said: "It's really delicious."
"What I said must be right." Mu Nanzhi was a little proud. He hurriedly picked up a piece of mutton for himself, dipped it in chive sauce, and put it into his mouth. He was so burned that he hurriedly drank half a cup of herbal tea. Only then did he become quiet.
Lu Zhishan wanted to laugh a little, but he really couldn't imagine that just a moment ago, this child was crying and out of breath, and now he was eating happily. Lu Zhishan looked at the child holding chopsticks through the heat. After carefully fishing around in the pot, he finally caught a shiitake mushroom and put it into his mouth happily. Lu Zhishan suddenly remembered a word: fireworks in the world.
Yes, it is human fireworks.
He has always liked the word "human fireworks". This word has a strong smell of fireworks, which is warm and touching the heart.
Once upon a time, his father gave him a period of human fireworks. Later, he changed, and so did his father. He couldn't tell which one, father and son, became more important, but he knew that they could never change back, and that period The breath of fireworks also stopped long ago, only remaining deep in his heart.
He didn't expect that today, this child who only reached his chest would make him feel the smoke again.
It was warm and soft, like a hot spring, making his limbs feel warm and comfortable.
"Is it snowing outside?" Mu Nanzhi listened to the commotion outside, put down his chopsticks and went to open the window. Sure enough, he saw flying snow all over the sky, and his eyes immediately lit up. "Cousin, look, it's really snowing. !”
Lu Zhishan turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was full of broken flowers and jade, and the blooming red plum trees scattered across the yard. It was really hard to take his eyes away. He listened to Mu Nanzhi's admiration and his eyes fell on the window sill. The child's back has a deep look in his eyes. The pretty girl in her first grade exudes a bright and innocent look.
"Cousin, the jade pistils in the courtyard are so beautiful. When I go back, I will definitely pick up a few more and take them back to put in vases." Mu Nanzhi turned around and said to Lu Zhishan with a smile, "I was there yesterday. I gave my cousin two daffodils and a painting. I won’t be stingy today.”