Xianger skipped over and said, "Uncle, I want to eat ice fish..."
"Bingyu? Do you think your mouth can stand eating that thing in this cold weather?"
"But look, grandpa, many people are selling it!"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll buy you ice fish, but even if it is delicious, you can't eat more in this season, otherwise even if you can stand your mouth, your stomach can't stand it! What about Xiao Qiao? How many ice fish to catch?"
Xiao Qiao shook his head: "Uncle's silk thread is very beautiful, I want silk thread."
"Silk thread? What do you buy that thing for? It's not more cost-effective to sell embroidery directly."
"Aunt Xiao Qiao wants to weave five poisonous ropes with fine silk. Only weave them yourself."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "It's up to you!"
The five people first came to the stall selling ice fish. The stall was covered with white linen cloth, which looked neat and tidy. There was a large sink on the cloth. The fish in the trough was made of ice, which was threaded up with colorful silk threads. One is hanging and the other is hanging. Each ice fish is different in size, about five or six.
Xianger spent a long time in it, and finally picked what she thought was the most cost-effective, and asked Wu Zheng if he wanted to eat it. Wu Zheng shook his head. Isn't it troublesome to eat that thing in the winter? When I heard Xiang'er biting the ice fish in his mouth, the teeth in Wu Zheng's mouth became sour.
Seinfeld took Xiang'er angrily, and said angrily: "What is this ice fish? Isn't it the ice cubes used to stabilize the wine? If you want to eat this, you might as well just go for a drink. By the way, Xiang Gong has it Shall we go to the restaurant to ask if there is any grape stuffed from the Western Regions? Paoxianger is the best thing to drink."
Xianger, who was biting the ice fish, couldn't help but stared at Seinfeld in confusion and said: "Miss Xianger is not good, and soaking in wine is not good."
Song Feier laughed, and was irritated by the girl Xianger, and said, "What do you want, I mean to soak the ice fish in your hands. You don't know if you don't need money to drink the grape stuffed ice fish?"
"for free?"
Seinfeld rolled her eyes and didn't bother to talk to this foodie.
"Xiao Qiao's silk thread hasn't been bought yet!" Wu Zheng said.
Song Feier said: "It's okay, it's the same if you're finished drinking and buying it again. Anyway, the gods can't help all night tonight, we have time."
Just as Seinfeld took Wu Zheng's arm and was about to leave, Zhi heard someone shouting behind him: "Brother Wu, hi! Brother Wu..."
Everyone looked back and saw that Qu Hai, who had just entered the Yuzhu Building, was now leaning on the window sill on the third floor and beckoning to Wu Zheng.
Seinfeld said in confusion: "Msang Gong, do you know that guy?"
Yin E thought thoughtfully and said, "Isn't that some of the Eight Great Talents from Jiangnan? What is the name of Qu Hai? That's right, that guy."
"Qu Hai? Do you know?" Seinfeld immediately put on the appearance of a big woman. Although she was asking politely, she looked like she was like saying you are a dead girl. What is your relationship with him and how are you? Know him
Yin E smiled and said, "The Chunjiang Poetry Club back then! He had seven other people who were all defeated by the mate. By the way, didn't you go to the Poetry Club that day? Why didn't you see this person?"
"Chunjiang Poetry Meeting?" Seinfeld thought for a moment, and said: "Okay! You started to think of your ancestor since that time when you came from that Chunjiang Poetry Meeting."
Yin E consciously failed to speak, and quickly said to Wu Zheng: "Msang Gong, they are calling you! Go?"
"Don't you want to drink? Let's go take a look!"
Song Feier didn't want to go, but Wu Zheng spoke, and she couldn't refute Wu Zheng's face, so she had to go to Yuzhulou with him.
When he came to the door, Qu Hai had already greeted him downstairs, and he didn't seem to know that they were brothers who had been separated for many years!
But having said that, I knew the guy in front of me at the Chunjiang Poetry Meeting. He was still an opponent at the time. Even if all of you literati were hospitable, you wouldn't be so enthusiastic!
"Brother Qu! Yuzhou has been here for a few years, don't come here unharmed!" Wu Zheng said politely.
Qu Hai smiled and said: "Brother Wu, you are a noble man, how forgetful you are! How can it be a few years, but only a year!"
Wu Zheng... (End of this chapter)