Eight or nine times out of ten the posts sent out were replies to apologize to Tang Yin, and the reason was that there was something at home. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qiu Xiang read one after another, and Yuan Rongrong wrote down the names of the guests who agreed to come with a neat and gentle hairpin.

Jiang Ningcheng's son-in-law buddy, the footprints of literati talents, stepping all over the major green buildings, Yuan Rongrong's memory is good, and the preferences of the guests she has received are all in her mind, who is a friend of whom, and who is not right, the wine she is used to drinking, and the dishes she loves to eat, are all written down in the book by her, and when she finishes sorting out, she can hand it over to Tang Yin for use at the birthday banquet.

More than 100 posts, more than 20 people appreciated the light, a few more than expected, Yuan Rongrong once again saw Tang Yin's appeal.

Last year, King Kang suddenly held a birthday banquet for the princess, which caught Jiangning's big and small officials and famous businessmen off guard.

The king ordered, and the chefs of the famous restaurants in the city were all pulled into the palace to support.

On the day of the banquet, among the hundreds of tables, there were still some tables that were not full, and the eighth and ninth tables were empty.

It was only three days ago that he posted a post asking everyone to come together, which is unreasonable, but he is King Kang, and the prince and grandson are born with unreasonable capital, and those who rely on him dare not complain.

Tang Yin has no power and power, the time to post is shorter, and the timing is not right, so many people are willing to appreciate their faces, which shows that Tang Yin's reputation in Jiangning is high, and in terms of a white body, Tang Yin is unique.

The main banquet guests of the Daling Dynasty are square tables, a table is about nine to twelve people, and based on nine people, four tables are enough to accommodate the guests who come.

Nowadays, etiquette is the most important, and there are very few uninvited guests, so there is no need to prepare more seats.

Qiu Xiang asked someone to open up six large tables.

"In the past few days, the heat convection is strong, and there will be thunderstorms after noon, and there will be no dragon boats to watch, nor can you ride horses or visit the garden, so they will come to our house to eat."

After coming out of Tang Yin's study last night, Qiu Xiang put on a Taoist posture who was good at stargazing and photometry, showing off in front of Yuan Rongrong that she had just learned a new term.

That is, Qiu Xiang can dig out one new gadget after another from Tang Yin's mouth.

If there is enough time, Yuan Rongrong also wants to understand what thermal convection is, but May 5 is imminent, and the shopkeeper Hua has not yet found a helper cook, and there are still a few sets of utensils, and the remaining peach blossom drunk is obviously not enough to make the guests happy, thanks to the dozens of jars of cloud liquid wine that Jia Ziqi has searched, otherwise his face will be lost.

Emperor Roufu's reply said that he would bring Jiang Jie to the banquet as planned, entertaining the princess of a country and the head of the palace, and he couldn't take it lightly.

Qiu Xiang's congratulatory gift to Tang Yin is a hundred longevity pictures, ninety-nine longevity words form a big longevity word, it is very festive to the elderly, and it is a bit old-fashioned to Tang Yin, but Tang Yin is very happy, the etiquette is important in the heart, according to Qiu Xiang's impatient temperament, it is commendable to write this word.

Yuan Rongrong sent a set of hand-sewn underwear and socks, Tang Yin didn't invite the embroiderer, the clothes on his body were bought in the ready-to-wear shop, the first time someone helped him tailor-made, he felt very novel, and immediately asked Yuan Rongrong to change it for him, Yuan Rongrong's face swelled into a big red shrimp, and his eyes didn't know where to put it.

There is no time to be idle, and the birthday banquet is finally ready on the morning of May 5th.

The temporary hired cook's knife kept chopping vegetables and meat.

When it was sunny, Qiu Xiang stared at the manservant to clean the entire inner courtyard spotlessly, and Yuan Rongrong told the maid what to pay attention to when waiting for the wine table.

The festival is like a day of closure, but in addition to Jia Ziqi, all the guys including the shopkeeper Hua are all there, each with a big oiled paper fan, and simulates how to send the umbrella over when the guests get off the carriage in the courtyard, so as not to let the guests get wet and spoil the mood of eating and drinking.

In the middle of the day, everyone was so hot that they were sweating, standing in the porch and drinking the mung bean soup cooked by Tang Yin in the kitchen.

Suddenly, a few thunderbolts struck, Qiu Xiang puffed up her ears, and fled to the study without thinking.

A flash of lightning fell on Wuyi Lane, and the heavy rain fell downward, covering the sky and the ground, and a heavier rain fell on Jiangning than the previous two days.

Warned by the autumn fragrance, the precious flowers moved to the ear room early, the two koi fish were resting in the big wooden basin, everyone's clothes, shoes and socks were kept dry, eating mung bean soup, and you talked about hot convection.

The qi of the flame dragon and the qi of the fire phoenix meet, and the dragon flame and phoenix flame that are spit out are heat convection.

Xiao Heizi has been a Taoist servant for two years, and whenever there is a mysterious and unfathomable vision, the guys will consult him.

"That should be called dragon and phoenix flow, how can it be thermal convection?"

Changshun, who was about the same time as Xiaohezi, tilted his head and asked.

"Stupid, one is a Taoist name, and the other is a common name."

Xiao Heizi patted the back of Changshun's head and said.

Changshun straightened his head and suddenly sighed.

Shopkeeper Hua laughed when he heard it.

"The rain is so heavy, the dragon boat will definitely not be able to row, those who accompany the old lady and lady to visit the garden and enjoy the flowers can also take a break, after you finish eating, give me a rush, change clothes, don't smoke the host's guests."

The rain would not stop for a while, and there were still two hours before leaving the table, and the shopkeeper asked the men to concentrate and put all their minds on the owner's birthday banquet.

Under the sound of rain, Yuan Rongrong asked the chef to prepare ingredients for forty people, and opened an extra stove, because the guests would be expected to come more.

An hour passed, and the rain rested for a while, and then it fell like a thousand horses galloping wildly.

"There's a guest."

The porter was auspicious, afraid that the people in the yard would not hear it, so he shouted at the top of his voice.

"So early?"

Qiu Xiang and Yuan Rongrong finished bathing, changed clothes in the room, wearing a smoky skirt, a crescent yellow carved silk narcissus half-armed, Yuan Rongrong was helping Qiu Xiang comb her hair, and when they heard that the guests were coming, the two looked out in surprise.

"Sister Rong Rong, hurry up, I'll just come by myself."

"My dear little ancestor, you can take it easy, there is me outside."

When the two were alone, Yuan Rongrong always called Qiu Xiang with a nickname, and fell in love with this child.

She walked out with her front foot, and Tang Yin looked at Yuan Rongrong's beautiful back from behind, and praised it: "It's beautiful and delicious."

Yuan Rongrong took a step back sideways, and said with a grimace, "Young Master Xie praises."

Serious matter, not caring about teasing, Tang Yin went to the Hanging Flower Gate along the hand-copying verandah, and Yuan Rongrong followed obediently.

I saw Xiao Jinling combing a fallen horse bun decorated with a golden peony, wearing a Hangzhou silk light yarn, a red bandeau like a half-peeled lychee, holding a round and tender, fresh snow chest, holding a small red jar tied with a double butterfly string, swinging willows in the wind, swaying and fragrant.

Xiao Jin Ling glared at Tang Yin with disgust and said, "Wrongdoer."

Then his eyes swept to Yuan Rongrong behind Tang Yin, and saw that she did not have a woman's bun on her head, and she was still dressed as a girl, and her tight heart immediately eased a lot.

"The slave family wishes the son a long life like a pine, and a long fortune like a river."

Xiao Jin Ling owes himself a blessing, and the ravine is piled with snow, shining Tang Yin's eyes.

"I thought you weren't coming?"

The shopkeeper Hua told Zheng's mother to Tang Yin, Tang Yin was right to think about it, he did snub Xiao Jinling, unless he was masochistic, who could do it, and keep sticking his hot face to other people's cold butts?

"Come on, why don't you come, as long as the son thinks about the slave family a little, the slave family in the underworld will dare to go."

It was as hot as fire, and the thoughts on Xiao Jinling's body were burning.

"The slave family prepares a congratulatory gift for the son, and I hope the son will accept it with a smile."

Xiao Jinling handed the little red can to Tang Yin, with a strong hope in his eyes, Tang Yin smiled and untied the vein, opened the lid, and a smell of vinegar burst out.

"Vinegar?"

Tang Yin looked at Xiao Jin Ling in astonishment, he couldn't guess that Xiao Jin Ling gave him a jar of vinegar as a birthday gift.

Xiao Jin Ling stepped forward, poked Tang Yin's chest with his white fingers, and said a word, poke it.

"It's vinegar, it's the vinegar that the slave family drinks these days, I drink it in the morning, I drink it in the evening, I drink it when the dawn breaks, when the golden crow is empty, when the remnant sun breaks, when the moon and stars shine, when the rain is heavy, when the light rain is drunk, mixed with wine, and tears, I drank it before, I drank it yesterday, I drank it today, and I still drink it now, the heart of the slave family is sour, it's all for your son."

Xiao Jinling approached step by step, Tang Yin retreated step by step, retreated past Yuan Rongrong, and retreated to the side of the wooden fence.

Several drops of the jar were spilled, and they splashed on the porch along with the rain, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or vinegar.

However, it has become sour.