Qinghan and I looked at each other and didn't say anything. Instead, we heard the servants shouting louder and louder. Qinghan asked someone to go over and say hello, not letting them get drunk. I stopped him and said, "It's rare to have a New Year. When you say that, will they be restrained? Just ask someone to say hello to those little girls and tell them not to make fun of each other."

The people came down immediately, and the excitement there was still not less, but indeed, drinking was not as fierce as before.

Qinghan smiled and said, "You are still great."

After eating the cold cuts for two chopsticks, the hot dishes were served one by one.

Although there is a stove around, it is winter after all, so you still have to eat some steaming stuff to warm your heart. First, serve a plate of steamed fish, then braised deer tendons, pepper and pork belly, and put it on one plate after another, with a full color, fragrance and taste, which further enhances the atmosphere between the table.

Qinghan said: "You should eat more meat, it depends on your face that you are not very good recently."

After saying that, another pot of cattle Buddha baked his elbows up.

This is also my favorite dish, but when I was a child, I was not afraid of getting tired of eating. I could eat the fat on my elbows with big mouthfuls. Now I don’t have that good appetite, but I still can’t give up the shiny and red elbow skin. I tore off a large piece of fat and brought a piece of fat behind me. I thought about it and put it into Qinghan’s bowl.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "Where are you like this?"

“Not much.”

"Then why don't you eat?"

“Too tired.”

"I'm not afraid of getting tired of it."

Even though he said so, he still picked it up and put it in his mouth. Pei Yuanhao, who was beside him, looked at me, and also stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fat meat to eat. He tasted it for a while and said, "It's okay, it's not too greasy. This tastes good."

Qinghan smiled and said, "It's a specialty here. Your Majesty hasn't eaten it yet?"

Pei Yuanhao shook his head and then picked up another piece of fat meat.

Fortunately, they were like this, so I had a large piece of flesh to eat. The division of labor was clear and each one would choose what they wanted. However, after eating too much baking elbow, I was still greasy. I wanted to drink some soup, but I found that there was still a pot of chicken soup in the large casserole with a thick layer of butter floating on it, which made me feel greasy at first glance.

Qinghan said: "There are also boiled cabbage, which can relieve the greasiness."

So, someone brought three soup cups, and the clear and clear soup made people feel refreshed at a glance. After siping it carefully, it tasted even more beautiful. Pei Yuanhao took a few sips and thought about it carefully: "This boiled water... seems not that simple."

Qinghan smiled and told him how to cook cabbage, which was amazing.

In fact, he had eaten a lot of good things in the imperial city, but he didn't think it was good if he got used to eating them. Because of the estrangement between Xichuan and the Central Plains, many dishes have not been spread, and he has never eaten them, so it is so fresh.

He took another sip and said, "The people in Xichuan are very particular about food."

I said, "It is because Xichuan has abundant products and more materials, so there is room for research. Where there are scarce products, there are only two or three dishes that can be eaten throughout the year, so it is difficult to produce any famous dishes."

Pei Yuanhao nodded: "Yes, it's hard to cook without rice."

Qinghan held up the chopsticks and smiled and said, "If you want me to tell me, it's too idle."

I turned around and gave him a blank look: "You think everyone is like you, and two steamed buns can fill you up."

Pei Yuanhao laughed.

The atmosphere has never been so harmonious, or in other words, we and Pei Yuanhao have never been together like this before, and we can chat, joke, or even talk about the origin, method, and quality of a dish.

Before we knew it, it was already very late.

You can vaguely hear the sound of laughter and clamor in the town, and you can even see a few places that set off fireworks in advance. The atmosphere in our courtyard is also just right. The dishes have been served in the kitchen. A few fat chefs are surrounded by everyone, and everyone goes up to toast, comforting the hard work of the year.

I even saw Shui Xiu, who had been quiet and not talking to others, and Du Yan was by her side. At this time, he handed her a glass of warm wine. Shui Xiu's eyes flashed with light. She said nothing, and drank it silently.

Seeing this scene, I felt a little relieved.

At this time, Qinghan said, "By the way, I still have a jar of good wine here."

After saying that, he ordered a servant to go down, and soon he brought in a small wine jar with mud seals on it, which had never been opened.

Pei Yuanhao and I were waiting, but when the servant walked over, his feet slipped and a jar of wine fell to the ground with a clang, and it was all spilled.

Suddenly, a kind of wine that soaks the heart and spleen spreads.

We hurried over, and the wine and drinks on the ground were as color as amber, and soon they were soaked in the ground.

The servant lay on the ground, and his face turned pale when he saw this scene. He hurriedly got up and confessed his guilt and received punishment. There were a few older people next to him who were about to come and scold him. Qinghan also looked at the fragments on the ground with regret, but said, "Forget it, it's just a small matter."

He waved his hand and said, "Go down and have a meal."

The servant was still scared and turned around and left. The few people around him still poked his head and scolded him for a long time.

Qinghan turned around and saw our regretful eyes, and he also smiled bitterly: "I've prepared it specifically for today."

Although I felt a little distressed, I could only comfort him: "Safe is a piece of peace."

That being said, it was still a bit disappointing, especially when we were drinking, we were so excited that we had to get the wine, but it was definitely not as good as the jar of wine he specially prepared.

Looking at me turning my head several times to see the wine spilled on the ground, sucking my nose to smell the strong fragrance of the wine in the air, I said lightly: "Why, are you still thinking about it?"

I said, "I haven't drunk enough."

He looked back in embarrassment and said, "There are still some wine in the wine cellar, but it's less than the year. Do you want to drink it?"

“…”

"I'm afraid the entrance is not that good."

Pei Yuanhao thought for a while and said, "Forget it. If the wine is not good, it will be a bad thing if you drink it. It is better to leave some thoughts, which is also a good thing."

As they said that, both of them looked at me.

I sighed and was about to speak, suddenly, the servant ran in from outside again, holding a jar of wine in his arms.

All three of us looked at him strangely. He ran to the bottom of the pavilion and said breathlessly: "San Master."

Qinghan said in surprise: "What's the matter? Where did the wine come from?"

The servant said, "Someone knocked on the door just now. When the young man went out, he saw that he was a stranger. He said he would come to send a jar of good wine to the third master, and hope that the third master and the distinguished guests would accept it with a smile."
Chapter completed!