Wei Lan settled Luo Wei in the Wei's ancestral hall in the city, and followed the old men to the house of the patriarch of the Wei family in Xuanzhou.
The patriarch also had an impression of that Nan Ge'er back then, so he didn't ask much about Wei Lan's life outside these years. He just said to Wei Lan, "It's good to come back, this time, are you still leaving?"
Wei Lan said, "I won't leave."
At this time, an old man asked Wei Lan, "Brother Nan, isn't your brother Fu in good health?"
"He was ill on the road," Wei Lan said. "I have been running around on the road, but I haven't cultivated well, so the disease is not completely healed."
"But I don't think he looks like someone who can stay with you in the ravines," Old Man Wei said, "Little old man just talked to him, this guy has read books, it looks like everyone came out of."
Wei Lan knew that no matter how Luo Wei pretended to be, he couldn't hide the arrogance of a son. Seeing that these old people were all staring at him, and waiting for his reply, Wei Lan had to take out the set of words that Luo Wei had thought up on the road, and said, "His family is also a big family in Jiangnan, but he is the only one. When something happened, my parents and brothers were gone, so they followed me."
"What about his legs?"
"I accidentally fell and broke," Wei Lan said, "I just got better, so it's not convenient to walk."
"Have you seen that Brother Fu?" the patriarch asked the old men.
"I've seen it, good brother," said the old man Wei, "as long as I can live with Nan brother at ease, what else can I ask for? We don't have jade here anymore, and we want to make a fortune. It won't come to our Xuanzhou either."
The patriarch stopped asking questions, took out a grayed out genealogy, and said, "Brother Nan, please add a name."
Wei Lan said at this moment, "But I can't read."
A few old men didn't find it strange, a beggar who left his hometown alone, and who wanted to study, was afraid that he would not have a chance.
The patriarch wrote Wei Lan on behalf of Wei Lan, and wrote the word Wei Nan on a blank space in the genealogy.
When Wei Lan saw the name on the genealogy, he realized that the Nan in his name was Nan in the south, south, north and west, and it was not Luo Wei who obtained the word Lan for him. Wei Lan thought about it for a while, but still liked the words Luo Wei chose for him, the mountain wind was Lan, and Wei Lan always remembered Luo Wei's words at that time.
The name was put on the family tree at the patriarch's house, and the patriarch also agreed to Wei Lan's request to live in the valley, and Wei Lan left the patriarch's house with the old men.
"He lives here with his wife," Old Man Wei left the patriarch's house, and told Wei Lan about the patriarch: "The sons have all gone out to beg for a living, and I don't know when they will be back."
"I will come back," Wei Lan said, "Don't you mean that the fallen leaves return to their roots?"
"Come back when you're old, we old men can't wait," Wei old man sighed, and made an appointment with Wei Lan to go to the ancestral hall early tomorrow morning, took him and Luo Wei to Qingshan Valley, and left with the other four old partners .
Wei Lan rushed back to the ancestral hall after the five old men had left.
The old hall master who guarded the ancestral hall watched Wei Lan come back and greeted Wei Lan, "Brother Nan is back."
"Master," Wei Lan stood down and called out to the old hall master.
The old hall master said, "Is the name written on the genealogy?"
Wei Lan said, "It's written."
"At that time, take your brother Fu and go to the incense hall to put incense sticks for the ancestors." The old hall master said, "I recognize my ancestors and return to the ancestors. I have to let the ancestors see the two of you."
"Okay," Wei Lan agreed, and said, "I'll go back to the room to see him first, and I'll take him there in a while."
The old hall master nodded.
Wei Lan came to the room, but found that Luo Wei was not there. Wei Lan panicked all of a sudden. He arrived in Xuanzhou. He couldn't lose this person here, right? I rushed out of the room to look for it, and looked at the few rooms in the ancestral hall that entered the courtyard. There were only a few rooms with candlelight, and the others were dark.
"What's wrong?" Just when Wei Lan was going to look for Luo Wei in a bright place, the old hall master came over with a big broom in his hand.
"Brother Fu is not in the room," Wei Lan said lightly, not wanting to let the old hall master see that he was impatient.
"He should be in the kitchen," the old hall master said. "He told me that he wanted to cook some food, but it might not be ready." Then the old hall master said to himself, "How long does this take? It's time, how do you cook a meal and cook it until now?"
Wei Lan hurried to the kitchen, and Luo Wei was cooking. It was like losing Luo Wei, which made Wei Lan panic. He had never seen Luo Wei enter the kitchen. right
"Lan," Luo Wei stood in front of the stove in the kitchen, saw Wei Lan come in, and quickly said to Wei Lan, "I made noodles, you can try it later."
Wei Lan walked to the stove in a few steps, looked into the pot where the water was already boiling, and said, "Where did the noodles come from? The old hall master gave them?"
"The old hall master gave me flour," Rowe said, "I made it myself."
"You can do it?" Wei Lan looked at Luo Wei.
"Why can't I do it?" Luo Wei was a little unhappy when he heard Wei Lan's question, "How useless am I in your heart?"
Wei Lan saw that Luo Wei's face was stained with flour, maybe smoked with fireworks, his face was black and white, and he burst out laughing.
Luo Wei didn't understand why, and said, "Why are you laughing? I make a meal of noodles, just to make you happy?"
Wei Lan reached out and wiped Luo Wei's face, showed Luo Wei his flour-stained fingers, and said, "A good face, now it's like a cat!"
"How could this be?" Rowe hurriedly wiped with his sleeve.
"Okay," Wei Lan hurriedly took Luo Wei's hand down, "Aren't you going to want this dress? Go wash your face, I'll watch it here."
There is hot water in the kitchen, and Luo Wei looked at the big pot where the noodles were being boiled, and said, "Look, don't overcook it."
"Okay," Wei Lan said, "I'm looking at it, it's definitely not going to pass."
Rowe then stepped aside and washed his face.
Wei Lan looked at the table in the kitchen. Fortunately, the flour was not scattered everywhere. The leftover flour was also put in the basin, and all the items were cleaned up.
Luo Wei hurriedly washed his face, caring about his noodles in his heart, without wiping off the water on his face, he walked to the stove again, only glanced at it, and shouted to Wei Lan: "The noodles are ready, Lan , hurry up and get out of the pot, it will be rotten any later!"
The noodle pot was placed on the table, and Wei Lan first picked out a bowl of noodles for Luo Wei and said, "It looks good, my son really knows how to cook."
Luo Wei brought out a plate of bacon and a plate of pickles mixed with sesame oil from the steamer on the stove, and said, "There's nothing to eat here, just these two kinds of salty goods, Lan, you can eat them."
"You did this too?" Wei Lan asked in disbelief.
"There's no one else here but me," Luo Wei put a piece of bacon into Wei Lan's noodle bowl and said, "Eat it quickly, are you hungry too?"
Wei Lan buried her head and ate a chopstick of noodles. The noodles turned out to be very strong. After eating the bacon, it was steamed just right, and it was not steamed at all.
"How is it?" Rowe asked aside.
"It's delicious," Wei Lan took a big mouthful and put a chopstick of pickles into his mouth. The pickles were fried by Luo Wei and tasted delicious and crispy in his mouth. Wei Lan smiled at Luo Wei: "I really I didn't expect your son to be able to cook."
Seeing Wei Lan eating deliciously, Luo Wei was satisfied, and said to Wei Lan with a proud look: "It's just cooking, it's hard for me."
Wei Lan said, "Isn't the gentleman Yuanbao chef?"
"I'm not a gentleman," Luo Wei said, "I'll make it for you in the future."
"No need," Wei Lan said while enjoying the meal, while feeling distressed for Luo Wei: "You can't be tired, I'll just do these things."
"You want to farm and cook?" Luo Wei took a bite of the noodles in his bowl. It tasted good, and after a few bites, he continued to Wei Lan: "I'm happy to cook for you, others Still can't eat my craft."
Wei Lan looked at Luo Wei with a smile, and suddenly remembered the word "washing hands and making soup".
"I started to giggle again," Luo Wei stuffed a piece of fat bacon into Wei Lan's mouth, "Hurry up and eat the noodles. If you don't eat the noodles quickly, they will form noodle lumps."