The master chef saw Xie Lun and the others coming in, and said with a smile: "The barbecue can be eaten now. The young one is going to the front yard to call the generals. Two generals, please take a seat."
"Wow, this is so delicious," Xie Lun walked to the grill in three or two steps, took a dagger and cut a piece of meat into his mouth. It was hot and hot, and he swallowed it without chewing much. After eating it, he was full of praise, "Master Da, your craftsmanship is really inferior to that of the imperial chef!"
"General, that's ridiculous, but practice makes perfect. You two generals, use it with caution. The younger one will leave first." The master bowed and retreated.
"Nanshan, sit here," Xie Lun asked Mu Nanshan to sit next to him. He handed a dagger to Mu Nanshan and said, "The food in Tubo is really unpalatable, and it is always undercooked, but this barbecue is delicious." It’s so delicious that I won’t get tired of it even if I eat it three times a day.”
Mu Nanshan was not as greedy as Xie Lun. He cut a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth while commenting: "The taste is pretty good."
"Is it just okay?" Xie Lun stuffed another large piece of yak meat into his mouth, and his words were a bit slurred.
"I've been eating in Beidi for twenty years, but I really can't find anything good to eat." Mu Nanshan said with a smile, while pouring a pot of wine from the wine jar and putting it on the charcoal fire to heat.
"That's right, when you first arrived in Kulun, you thought our Kulun's mutton was not as delicious as your Beidi's. I didn't say it on my face at the time, but I scolded you eight hundred times in my heart," Xie Lun recalled the past, He couldn't help but curled his lips, took two wine glasses and placed them in front of the two of them, while looking at Mu Nanshan's calm profile, "Shan'er, you are really different from before."
Mu Nanshan brought the wine jug over, poured it for the two of them, and asked Xie Lun with a smile: "What's the difference?"
"I used to be a proud and arrogant young man, but now I am a calm and mature man. Shan'er, I'm so happy for you." Xie Lun held the wine glass and touched it with Mu Nanshan. He didn't drink in a hurry. He still looked at Mu Nanshan and paused. After a pause, he said, "It's just that these days, I think you seem to be different again. Shan'er, are you worried?"
Mu Nanshan's fingers trembled and he spilled half the cup of osmanthus wine. He took a breath and drank the wine in one gulp. He did not answer Xie Lun's words, but poured another cup for himself. He still drank the wine in one gulp, but when he was about to pour the third glass of wine, Xie Lun snatched the glass from him.
"What's wrong with you? Ever since the Mid-Autumn Festival, I've felt that something is wrong with you." Xie Lun asked with a frown. Although Mu Nanshan had a good drinker, he was never a good drinker, and he was very measured every time he drank. I have never drank so sullenly one cup after another.
"Brother Xie, didn't we agree that we'll get drunk today?" Mu Nanshan held his lips, stretched out his hand to wipe his face heavily, and then said with a smile to Xie Lun, "Don't ask, let's just be good Let’s drink.”
"I won't ask? Then who will ask?" Xie Lun had a sullen face and put the wine glass further away. He looked at Mu Nanshan's face. The young man smiled carelessly, but that smile was uglier than crying. Xie Lun He breathed out softly, then rubbed Mu Nanshan's head behind his back, "What? The kid is worried now? He doesn't even want to tell his brother?"
Mu Nanshan's nose suddenly became sore. He took a breath and turned his head. Facing the bright yellow flames, he was lost in thought for a long time. Finally, he hung his head in frustration: "Thank you, brother, my mother." Don’t want me anymore.”