Sitting quietly and talking with Bai Chuxia, Fang Yi only felt a burst of peace and joy in his heart, the anxiety in the mysterious space, the nervousness in Myanmar, all dissipated in Bai Chuxia's crisp voice, talking about these short things in the family, Fang Yi actually felt an unprecedented comfort. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although he had advanced to the innate in the Arctic Ice Cave, Fang Yi's state of mind was always like a layer of dust, and at this time, Bai Chuxia's words were like rain pouring down, making Fang Yi's thinking and divine sense feel a burst of happiness, and it was not until this moment that Fang Yi realized that his cultivation had truly stabilized.

"What Master said about refining the heart in the red dust, it really didn't lie to me......"

Fang Yi remembered what the old Taoist priest said back then, in the words of the old Taoist priest, blindly cultivating in the mountains, after all, you will not be able to enter the Tao, only after going through the red dust and a hundred tribulations, can you break through the relationship between life and death, can you truly understand the true meaning of Taoism and nature.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, what's wrong with you?" Just when Fang Yi was out of his mind, Bai Chuxia's shout suddenly sounded in his ears.

"It's nothing, in a daze, early summer, what's wrong with me?" Fang Yi came back to his senses and saw a look of panic on Bai Chuxia's face.

"I ...... I don't know what's wrong with you. ”

Bai Chuxia shook his head a little confused, and said: "I found that although you were sitting next to me just now, the whole person seemed to have disappeared, if it weren't for my eyes to see you, I really thought you were gone." ”

"You're delusional, aren't you?"

Fang Yi smiled and grabbed Bai Chuxia's weak and boneless hand, and said softly: "When I finish dealing with the affairs of Jinling, we will get married, but let's talk about it first, I am a jobless vagrant, where you are in the future, I will be there!"

"Who said they were going to marry you. Hearing Fang Yi's words that were not love words but love words, Bai Chuxia, who had always been down-to-earth and generous, suddenly felt a little shy, and hurriedly withdrew his hand from Fang Yi's palm.

"It's okay if you don't marry me, then I'll marry you. Fang Yi grinned and grabbed Bai Chuxia's hand again, and said, "Anyway, no matter what, I will rely on you in this life!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, you go on. Wang Xiaojia's voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Wang Xiaojia, who was covering her eyes with one hand, was clearly peeking at the actions of the two with her fingers.

"Stinky girl, if you want to see it, come in and take a look. ”

Bai Chuxia's shyness will only be presented in front of Fang Yi, but he doesn't care much about others, "Hurry up and bring the tea in, my father is reluctant to drink this tea, after bringing it to Uncle Wang last time, there is not much left at home." ”

"My grandfather is also reluctant to drink, if you hadn't brought your brother-in-law here today, my father would definitely not have taken it out. Xiao Jia smiled and placed a small bag of tea on the table, and turned around to pick up a bucket of water placed in the corner of the room.

"Xiao Jia, is this the water of Yuquan Mountain?" Seeing Xiao Jia's actions, Bai Chuxia asked.

"It's authentic mountain spring water, and grandpa would have scolded me to death if he knew that I didn't use this water to make this kind of tea. Xiao Jia stuck out her tongue and walked out of the house with the bucket.

"What kind of big red robe, so exquisite?" Fang Yi picked up the tea bag on the table, put it on the tip of his nose and just sniffed it, his face couldn't help but change, "In early summer, is this the big red robe produced by the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain?"

The reason why Fang Yi's face changed color was not because of the smell of tea on the tip of his nose, but because he felt a faint aura, the tea leaves in this tea bag actually contained a trace of heaven and earth aura, which Fang Yi had never seen before.

"Hey, Fang Yi, you know the tea too?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Bai Chuxia also had a look of surprise, "That's right, this is the big red robe produced by the mother tree, my grandfather can only get a little bit a year, less than two taels, and we can only drink a small cup during the New Year." ”

"Didn't I tell you, did I know the Tea Sutra by heart?" Fang Yi said with a smile: "No matter what kind of tea, as long as I smell it, I can smell the origin of the year, this bag of Da Hong Pao should be the old tea picked three years ago, I don't believe you go home and ask grandpa." ”

He was joking with Bai Chuxia in his mouth, but Fang Yi was secretly sighing in his heart, this big red robe of the Mother Tree of Wuyi Mountain, which was admired by the old Taoist, was indeed Zhong Lingyuxiu, don't look at the aura it contained was so thin that it was almost impossible to perceive, but for today's earth, it is already extremely rare.

In Fang Yi's opinion, drinking this tea into the stomach is simply a waste, if there is a certain amount, Fang Yi will refine it into a pill, the effect is far better than drinking tea, the medicinal properties of this tea are not much better than the medicinal materials on the medicine list prescribed by Fang Yi.

"I don't know about tea, but if you know the tea ceremony, grandpa will definitely like you, in addition to teaching and educating people in his life, he only likes to drink tea and play chess. ”

Although I don't know if what Fang Yi said is true or false, Bai Chuxia still feels very happy, as long as half of what Fang Yi said is true, it can please grandpa, with the old man's love for the tea ceremony, as long as Fang Yi can discuss it with him, he will definitely be a confidant of grandpa.

Bai Chuxia's grandfather was a famous young scholar in the capital before the liberation, and once worshiped under the door of the master-level figure Gu Hongming, which can be said to be a study of China and the West, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has been serving in the education department, and now many famous scholars and some officials in China are from the old man's disciples.

Old man Bai doesn't have many hobbies, in addition to playing chess, he likes to taste tea, although his position before retirement is not very high, but after all, the peach and plum are all over the world, which is extremely difficult for Zhao Hongtao to get the big red robe of the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain, but Old Man Bai can get a little bit every year.

"It's a good tea, but don't drink too much. ”

Fang Yi nodded when he heard this, aura is certainly a good thing for him, but for ordinary people, if he absorbs too much, it is tantamount to throat-sealing poison, but a small amount of absorption still has some benefits for the human body.

"If you want to drink more, you can't drink more, you watch, Xiaojia will put three tea leaves on you at most. Before Bai Chuxia's words fell, Wang Xiaojia, who was carrying a pot of boiling water, walked in, "Sister Chuxia, you are talking bad about me again, my brother-in-law is here, this time I will put five pieces of tea!"

The Wang family is not only good at cooking, but also has a certain amount of research on the tea ceremony, although Wang Xiaojia, who has a family history, is young, but the action of brewing tea is also like a cloud of peers, which makes people look very comfortable.

"Good tea!"

After taking a sip of the poured tea, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, and the thin aura was absorbed by him as soon as it entered his body, but the fragrance of the tea still lingered on his lips, making people just want to taste it.

"Does the young man also know tea?" An old man walked in from outside, he had already heard outside that Bai Chuxia had brought his boyfriend over, so although he was a little distressed when he saw the big red robe on the table, he didn't show it on his face.

"I know a little bit about it. Fang Yi was not modest, and said: "I can recite the tea scripture before I am ten years old, and there are really not many tea leaves in this world." ”

"Oh, you dare to say such big things, you must have the ability. ”

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man's eyes lit up, he walked to the table and stood still, just when Fang Yi thought he was going to take care of himself, the old man poured himself a cup of tea with his hands and feet, and drank it into his stomach in one gulp.

The old man squinted his eyes and tasted the fragrance of tea in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Drink tea, drink tea, where do you come from so much, I am different from Brother Bai, I only know how to enjoy and don't ask the source, you should go back and discuss the tea ceremony with this girl's grandfather, he will study these things all day long." ”

When the old man first entered the door, Fang Yi knew his identity, this young man with brocade clothes and jade food had a ruined family, but he was the head of the Wang family's cuisine who relied on his own craftsmanship to get thriving, and he really had a free and easy temperament.

Bai Chuxia would have stood up a long time ago, grabbed the old man's arm and said reluctantly: "Uncle, I want to sue when I go back, and you have revealed that my grandfather is sour again!"

Although the Bai family and the Wang family are relatives, they usually come and go, but the tempers of the two old men are very different, the Bai family's teaching and educating people are elegant, with a bookish atmosphere, although he is more than eighty years old, but the style of Confucianism is not reduced at all.

And the old man of the Wang family, who is also from a big family, lives a very down-to-earth life, and his favorite thing after retirement is to go for a walk in the nearby park, chat with those retired old men and old ladies, and scold a few words of the national leaders he once received at the state guesthouse.

However, although the two old men have different personalities, they always have to argue a few words when they meet, but the relationship is very good, otherwise it would be impossible for Bai Chuxia's grandfather to give the precious tea that he can't drink from time to time to give Old Man Wang.

The old man didn't eat Bai Chuxia's set, and said confidently: "Uncle is not the one who arranges right and wrong behind the scenes, but when I see your grandfather, I also say so, he is an old sour Confucian." ”

Seeing that the old man in front of him looked soft and hard, Fang Yi put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Old man, I once saw the medicinal diet recipe handed down by the palace, and I don't understand the combination of the ingredients on the opposite side, I don't know if you can give me some advice?"

"Now it's a restaurant that boasts that it has a palace formula, but none of it is true. ”

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Old Man Wang was even more disdainful, "The palace recipes are all preserved in the Forbidden City, and the dishes and medicinal diets in it are just like that, nothing unusual, and they are not as delicious as the ones I have researched myself." ”

For his own cooking skills, Mr. Wang is absolutely confident, he likes cooking because of eating, and he has done this business because of life, and the old man does not know how many recipes of dishes he has improved in this life, so he is very dismissive of the recipe that Fang Yi said.

"Do you always have a pen and paper, why don't I write it down and you can read it?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, "This recipe of mine is not from the Qing Dynasty, but from the Song Dynasty, and I don't know if it's true or not." ”

"Song Dynasty? Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man was a little interested, but he still wanted to embarrass Fang Yi, "I don't have a fountain pen ballpoint pen here, will you use a brush?"

Bai Chuxia is not only the little princess of the Bai family, but among their relatives, she has also been spoiled since childhood, as Bai Chuxia's uncle, Old Man Wang doesn't want her to find a boyfriend who only has empty skin and does not learn countless things.

If Fang Yi knew the old man's thoughts, he probably couldn't laugh or cry, this handsome appearance was actually a disadvantage in the eyes of the old man, but calligraphy was not the slightest difficulty for Fang Yi, and after looking left and right, Fang Yi had already seen the pen, ink and paper in the room.

Although he is down-to-earth, Mr. Wang is also from a scholarly family, he has received a good education since he was a child, and he likes to write a few big characters with a pen and ink after retirement, and there are four treasures of the study on the bookshelf in this room.

"Yes!" Fang Yi replied simply, took the pen and ink from the bookshelf, poured a little water and studied the ink on the inkstone, and then wrote down a recipe with a pen.

The recipe written by Fang Yi was indeed handed down in the Song Dynasty, but it was not a medicinal diet recipe for the court, but a meal used by Taoists to regulate the body, which Fang Yi also saw and wrote down from an ancient book.

"Hey, you...... How many years have you been practicing calligraphy?"

The old man didn't look at what Fang Yi wrote, because when Fang Yi started writing, he was attracted by Fang Yi's calligraphy, looking at the charming and vigorous pen on the rice paper, the old man was stunned for a while.

Mr. Wang originally thought that there were few young people who could write calligraphy, and he originally wanted Fang Yi to make a fool of himself in front of Bai Chuxia, but he didn't think that Fang Yi's handwriting would be written, and he was actually shocked, not to mention Fang Yi's age, even a well-known calligrapher in China, and he may not be able to write well with Fang Yi's handwriting.

"I studied ink at the age of two, and I wrote at the age of three, but I haven't written in a while. ”

Fang Yi told the truth that he did study ink for the old Taoist priest when he was still stumbling while walking, and Fang Yi was purely fun, and he often made his hands and faces full of ink.

"Genius, genius!"

Old man Wang secretly praised in his heart, in his opinion, many things need to be talented to do, Fang Yi's calligraphy is like this, and his cooking skills are the same, I haven't seen those who have written a lifetime of words and cooked a lifetime of dishes, and they may not be able to enter the house when they are old.

"Old man, you'd better take a look at the content first. ”

Fang Yi often writes in front of Sun Lianda and Yu Xuan, so he naturally knows what level he is, but these are just small ways in his opinion, after being promoted to the congenital, Fang Yi's control of the body has reached a subtle level, and the pen used when writing is more and more skilled and sophisticated than before.

"Okay, I'll take a look first. ”

With Fang Yi's handwriting, Old Man Wang didn't dare to underestimate him, and quickly turned his attention to the meal formula, and after a cursory look, the old man sat there thoughtfully and pondered carefully.

"Wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful. ”

Suddenly, Old Man Wang slapped the table, he figured out the effect of the combination of several herbs in the meal, and stood up in a hurry, shouting loudly: "Dawn, dawn, come over for a moment." ”

"Dad, what's the matter? The guests have arrived, and I'm cooking. ”

Wang Tianliang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard his father's shout, and hurriedly ran over, this courtyard is divided into two courtyards, the front and back courtyards, the table of banquets is in the front yard, and the kitchen is specially transformed in the backyard, Wang Tianliang came conveniently.

The old man took the piece of rice paper, pointed to the medicines on it and said, "You go out and buy a few medicines for me, go now, go to Tongrentang in Dashilar to buy them, we have barley and everything at home, but we lack these medicinal herbs." ”

"Dad, what about the guests?" Wang Tianliang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, what they did with private dishes was word of mouth, and they couldn't leave guests there to buy things, right? That would be tantamount to smashing their own signboard.

"What should I do? I can't cook when you're gone? I said who taught you kid's skills? Now your wings are stiff, aren't they?" The old man glared and said, "It just so happens that Xiao Fang is here today, let him taste the old man's craft." ”

"Okay, Dad, I'll go to the front yard and say it, they'll be happy!"

Hearing his father's words, Wang Tianliang nodded hurriedly, although he inherited the mantle of the old man, but the heat was still a little worse, the name of the Wang family's cuisine was naturally respected by the old man, but due to his advanced age, the old man has become less and less in charge in person in recent years.

Private dishes are meant to make people feel like a monk, and the chef usually drinks a glass of wine with the guests and chats a few words, Wang Tianliang went out to say that, and the guests at the table who are eating today also said that they have earned it, so Wang Tianliang took it to the old man to thank him.

"Fang Yi, we have a mouthful. ”

After the old man went to the kitchen in person, Bai Chuxia was full of smiles, she had only eaten the dishes cooked by the old man once when she was so old, and those simple but extremely delicious dishes made Bai Chuxia remember them vividly.

"In the future, I will give him a few more recipes, and let the old man cook vegetables for you often. ”

Fang Yi couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, unless it was some food that contained spirituality, Fang Yi's need for food was almost gone, but seeing Bai Chuxia happy, Fang Yi also felt heartfelt joy in his heart.