Aunt Zhang pursed her lips and snickered, she is an old man, she can see that she is fine, but she has a witty personality and wants to attract the attention of others through her exaggerated performance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She said to her wife and nephew, "Don't stand, eat quickly, don't starve the little master." ”

He said politely to Bu Xiu again: "Little master use it slowly, and the old body will not accompany you." ”

"Don't be polite, the little monk fell on his ass, not on his mouth, it's okay." kept making a joke that was kind of self-deprecating.

Aunt Zhang smiled knowingly, and went upstairs with a plate of fish tart, mustard and vinegar.

Upstairs, Sakura sat on a stool, her heart full of joy. She picked up the chopsticks, happily picked up a lotus root slice and put it in her mouth, and chewed it with the screams from downstairs: "Okay! That's nice! ”

I don't know if she's talking about food or if she's talking endlessly.

The vegetable girl looked at this ghostly Sakura Xue with a helpless face.

This sister is too special, and she has two personalities in her bones.

treats the people he likes, and does everything possible to maintain gentleness like water, indescribably playful and cute; is cold to the people he hates, and he is ruthless in his shots, and he is scared from the bottom of his heart.

Only when faced with endless battles will the character of ice and fire erupt. When there is an enemy, they unanimously cooperate with the outside world, and when there is no enemy, they fight inextricably.

Ying Xue saw the strange eyes of the vegetable girl, so she asked, "What is my sister looking at me like this?" What's on my face? ”

The Caijia girl chuckled lightly and said to her, "Sister, you are too heavy on the little master. What will you do if you run him away again? ”

Ying Xue tilted her head and thought about it: "What my sister said makes sense, but this time I am measured, that villain has rough skin and thick meat, and it will not be in the way of a fall." Rest assured. ”

After speaking, he happily ate another bite of food. Just about to put it in her mouth, she saw Aunt Zhang go upstairs with the dishes.

Ying Xue hurriedly put down the chopsticks and stuck out her tongue playfully: "Auntie forgives her sins, she was greedy for a while, so she took a bite first." ”

The vegetable girl got up, took the fish troll from the eldest mother's hand, put it on the table, and said to Aunt Zhang: "Don't blame the eldest mother, my younger sister is very naughty." ”

Aunt Zhang didn't care, and said to the two: "Don't get in the way, Auntie likes it!" ”

She already likes children, and she is a deep beauty control, and when she saw Yingxue today, it was as if she had seen her own daughter, and it was too late to feel distressed, where would she blame.

Mo said that Ying Xue ate a bite of the dish first, even if she ate the whole table of dishes, she would not be unhappy at all.

The vegetable girl was concerned about the injury, so she asked, "Auntie, don't stop the little master, are you okay?" ”

Aunt Zhang said: "It's okay, it's not a porcelain doll, can it be broken if you fall?" ”

When Ying Xue heard that the monk was fine, she said, "Sister, look, I'll just say that the monk is fine, he has thick skin!" ”

The vegetable girl was disgusted: "Sister! ”

Seeing that her sister was about to get angry again, Sakura Xue hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, if you don't say it, you won't say it." ”

Then he said coquettishly to Aunt Zhang: "Auntie, I'm hungry..."

Aunt Zhang was a little lighter by her call, and hurriedly said, "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." ”

Ying Xue was not polite, copied the chopsticks again, sandwiched a piece of fish tart, took a bite of mustard and vinegar, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is cold and tender, delicious!" Delicious! ”

In the hall on the first floor, Bu Xiu and Zhang's uncle and nephew sat around the table.

Uncle Zhang was holding chopsticks and dancing, telling Zhang Shicheng the story of "the little monk recruits ghosts and punishes the wicked". From Dong Shan's forced debts to the monks' orders, from the outwitted junior to the ghosts and punishments, this story was interpreted by him with twists and turns. During the period, it is also interspersed with allusions to the Song Dynasty monk Daoji Zen Master to explain the endless behavior, and with the vivid movements and subdued tone, it is simply wonderful and breathtaking.

Zhang Shicheng listened attentively, and his face also played a shadow puppet show, sometimes surprised, sometimes angry, sometimes happy, sometimes terrifying, with rich expressions and proper coordination, which stimulated Uncle Zhang's desire to perform.

He secretly moved the casserole in front of him in the opposite direction of Uncle Zhang, for fear that the old man's spit would spray inside. Although the expression on his face is light, his heart is already happy.

He thought to himself: Uncle Zhang, this is a lotus flower, and in modern times, he is a master of storytelling like Mr. Shan Tianfang! Could it be that my performance is too dazzling and the material is too legendary? Well, yes, it must be, my dazzling light has made him artistic, hey, hey, hey. I'm really low-key, remarkable.

After Uncle Zhang finished speaking, he took a sip of the water cup, and judging from his expression, he gave his performance a score of 100.

After listening to his uncle's "Storytelling and Romance", Zhang Shicheng felt that the little monk was unfathomable. Looking at the way he eats chicken, he doesn't feel shocked, but thinks that this "alternative" behavior is the standard of "first-class monks".

He took out a chicken leg from the casserole, just put it in his mouth and was about to tear a piece of meat down, and chew it a few bites. But with the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Shicheng's adoring eyes.

After a while, he handed the chicken leg forward and said to him, "Master Zhang, eat a leg?" ”

Zhang Shicheng shook his head and said, "Little Master Xie, this is specially stewed for you by your uncle, let's enjoy it." ”

"Oh", endlessly, it was a polite word, and when he said this, he didn't pretend anymore, shook off his cheeks and began to eat again.

Zhang Shicheng rolled his eyes, turned around and took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his baggage, flat and round, and the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a wooden stopper. He took off the cork and said, "There is meat but no wine, there is a fly in the ointment, do you want to take a sip of it, little master?" ”

He kept lifting his nose and sniffing it, and a mellow aroma of wine wafted into his nose!

It smells so good! It's still a two-pot head! He stared at the bottle and nodded, his eyes extremely greedy.

Zhang Shicheng took two small teacups from the tea table as wine cups, poured one for endless first, and then poured it for himself. Uncle Zhang didn't drink alcohol, so he replaced it with tea.

Before Zhang Shicheng could pick up the wine glass, he kept tilting his head and pouring the wine into his mouth, swallowing the wine with his throat squirming, and enjoying the sweet and refreshing liquid with his eyes closed, sliding from his throat into his stomach.

He wiped his mouth and said, "Good wine, good wine." ”

With an unfinished expression on his face, he looked at Zhang Shicheng with enthusiastic eyes, which meant "Pour the wine full, drink it dry, and don't get drunk tonight!" ”

Zhang Shicheng filled him with another cup of wine, raised his glass and said: "This cup of wine, on behalf of the people, respects the little gods, monks, heroes, righteousness, courage, elimination of violence, peace and goodness, punishment of evil and promotion of good." ”

Bu Xiu humbly said twice, "This is everyone can make drops, but I am more dazzling, nothing than anything." With that, he clinked glasses with him and drank the wine down.