After eating, the two walked out of the house and stood in the yard to eliminate food, it was already early summer at this time, and the acacia flowers in the yard were blooming, and the yard was full of faint fragrance.

Xuan Miao'er raised her head and looked at the sky, the sky was full of stars, the bright moonlight made the night not dark, and the fresh air made her can't help but take a few more breaths.

A gust of wind blew, a little cold, Xuan Miaoer unconsciously hugged her hands in front of her chest.

The drunken boy took the cloak from the hand behind her, put it on her and said to himself, "Where are you from?"

Xuan Miaoer felt that this sentence was like what Xuan Wentao once said, saying that she was a fairy in the sky: "I don't know it myself, but I know that I came here to make everyone's life better." ”

The mask blocked the drunken son's Toshihiko, but it couldn't stop his deep doting voice: "But don't tire yourself." ”

"I'll take note, and so will you. ”

Such a scene, such a warmth, such a heartbeat, at a certain point in time and space thousands of years apart, the two knew each other.

A meteor crossed the sky, and Xuan Miao'er grabbed the hand of the drunken boy meaningfully, ran two steps forward, and staggered the sky blocked by the big tree: "Brother Qiandrunk, see that there is a meteor, make a wish." ”

Saying that she clasped her hands on her chest, she just wished that her family would be healthy and safe in this life, and that the complicated man next to her would have a more relaxed life.

When the hand of the drunken boy was grabbed by Xuan Miao'er's cold little hand, his heart seemed to be lightly scratched by a feather, and then he prayed sincerely with Xuan Miaoer, his prayer was indeed to protect her for the rest of her life.

The two of them looked at the sky from afar, and the sparkling starlight seemed to understand the thoughts of the two, blinking brightly.

"It's late at night, it's cold, let's go inside. The drunken boy looked at Xuan Miao'er and said softly.

"Okay, there are so many recipes, I'm going to write them for a while, by the way, Brother Qiandrunk, I have an idea, I think it will be very useful for your restaurant. Xuan Miao'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Go in and say everything, don't get caught in the cold. ”

The two entered the house, Xuan Miaoer walked directly to the desk, picked up the pen, and was completely drunk, and there were all the colored ink brushes.

Xuan Miaoer casually drew a picture of a crystal elbow and pushed down the eyes of the drunken son: "Brother Qiandrunk, there are many illiterate people now, and many people order food that they know, do you see if this is good, draw out each new dish, make a booklet, and then write the price on each dish, so that the guy can also save trouble, and when the guests come, they will take the menu over, and wait until the customer chooses it, and then go over to order." ”

The drunken boy hurriedly nodded: "Good idea, this is convenient and trouble-free, and we have a new dish, so we will add it to the front, so that people will see it directly, you are really too smart." ”

Usually a drunken boy doesn't talk much, but recently with Xuan Miaoer, he unconsciously wants to say a few more words.

Xuan Miao'er looked at the drunken boy with admiration: "Brother Qiandrunk, you are smarter, as soon as I say it, you will understand, and you can think more thoughtfully." ”

Qian looked at Xuan Miao'er most distressed and said: "You will still make me happy, you don't need to draw this menu, I will go back to the capital to find someone to paint, don't ask you to do everything yourself, let you stay up all night here today, I really can't help it." ”

"You're welcome, I don't have anything big to do anyway, I'll just sleep at home during the day tomorrow." Xuan Miao'er looked indifferent.

"You don't really look like a child. "The words of a thousand drunken sons are really meaningful.

Xuan Miaoer pretended not to understand: "I'm just a child, I just know a lot, Brother Qiandrunk, let's continue to write the recipe, the soup is finished, it's time to write stir-fry, let's write it separately according to taste." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you. "The drunken boy knows Miao'er's ability, and he doesn't need to say more.

Xuan Miaoer picked up the pen and wrote the word Cantonese cuisine, and then wrote a string of Cantonese dish names: Cantonese rice noodles, Cantonese oil chicken, white-cut guifei chicken, honey sauce barbecued pork, Cantonese goose......

The drunken boy looked at the name of the dish, frowned and asked, "Cantonese cuisine, what is the place of Cantonese?"

Xuan Miao'er felt that this was difficult to answer, and thought for a long time: "It's a coastal nation, anyway, I also read the recipe and wrote it like this, maybe I remembered it wrong, if this name is strange, when I finish writing it, you can give it a new name." ”

Qiandrunken boy also thinks it's good to change the name: "It's okay, then you can write the method first, the name of the dish is still ordinary, and there can be a few that are too novel, but they are too rusty, and people will not dare to try it." ”

Xuan Miaoer didn't understand these business concepts, but she just felt that what Qianzui Gongzi said made sense: "Okay, then I'll write everything I think, and the rest will be changed by Brother Qianzui." ”

"Okay, let's talk about it together. ”

Xuan Miaoer continued to write the recipe, and the drunken boy changed the names of the dishes she wrote a little according to the practice.

After writing Cantonese cuisine, I wrote some Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, etc., and finally wrote a few European-style dim sum.

After writing this, the sky was already dark, Xuan Miaoer looked at the drunken boy next to her who was still changing the name of the dish, her upper eyelids and lower eyelids began to fight, and she fell asleep unconsciously on the table.

When the drunken boy turned around and took down a chapter of the recipe, he found that the little girl was tired and asleep, and her eyes were a little black because of the smoke of the candles, and his heart instantly hurt, and he said that he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life, but he had to stay up all night to help him.

He reached out uncontrollably and touched Xuan Miao'er's face, maybe he didn't sleep well, maybe the calluses on his hands that had been practicing martial arts all year round were a little rough, Xuan Miaoer frowned, waved his hand, and continued to sleep.

Qianzui looked at the elf-like little girl in front of her, her heart melted, she wanted to reach out and carry her to the bed in the inner room, but she stretched out her hand and stopped, which seemed to be too much, he laughed at himself, and then got up gently, took a piece of clothing, and covered Xuan Miao'er's body.

At this time, the sky outside was already bright, he hurriedly finished writing the last page, looked at Xuan Miao'er's little face again, and then took all the things he wanted to take away, and returned to the capital with his things satisfied.

Before leaving, he instructed the business in the town, checked the books to be brought to the capital, and finally explained that Qianmo and Qianluo took care of Xuan Miaoer, and asked the kitchen to cook a few dishes that Xuan Miaoer liked to eat, as well as the snacks she liked.

And Xuan Miao'er in the room didn't open her eyes and wanted to stand up until she felt that her arms were numb when she slept, but her feet were numb, so she sat there and moved, looking around sleepily, and then remembered that she was on this night. (To be continued.) )