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The red soup of the spicy hot pot was already boiling, Zheng Du stroked his beard, glanced out the window, and muttered to himself: It's dark! It's hard to go back......

"Let's come and eat together?"

"Good!"

Nowadays, hot pot has not yet been invented, and this novel food is definitely a temptation for good eaters. When the spicy smell permeated the whole room, Zheng Du's index finger was already moving. Now seeing that Mo Fei asked casually like homely gossip, he immediately replied aloud, and then, without pretentiousness, walked to the stove generously.

"Just put whatever you want to eat, ...... it, cook it for a while, scoop it up, and then dip it in the spice in the bowl. It's not difficult to ......, just eat as much as you like! The forehead is ......, but this is spicy, if you can't eat spicy, you will eat three fresh ones for a while. ”

"No, it's better to be spicy."

Zheng Du sandwiched the vegetables into it according to the method Mo Fei said, and looked at the pot seriously, for fear that it would run away. After a while, as if remembering something, he asked, "What kind of food is this?" I haven't eaten it yet, but I know it's delicious when I look at it. ”

"Hot pot, spicy hot pot." Mo Fei put the dishes around him in it, scalded it for a while, picked it up and put it in Yaya's bowl, and made up: "Yesterday's one was called dumplings, Ao ......, if you like it, you can also call it dumplings." ”

"Delicious!"

This was said by Yaya. Zheng Du listened to it, he couldn't bear it for a long time, and he couldn't care about the heat, so he stuffed the food into his mouth. While snorting the heat, he shouted, "Good! Delicious...... so delicious. ”

At this time, it is still winter and the weather is very cold. Eating hot pot is just right, it is not only delicious, but also hot and spicy, and it is hearty to eat, exuding warmth all over the body.

After eating, Mo Fei watched Zheng Du raise his hand and wipe the residue on his mouth, and smiled silently. In this way, although the world is different, foods such as dumplings and hot pot are just as popular. In the future, even if you don't want to be a master, it's not bad to open a restaurant, and as for building a business empire or something, ...... work hard. Is it possible?

Although he thought so, he didn't take it seriously. In the concept of this era, the status of businessmen is low, and if they make a small fuss, it is fine. If you really want to put it on the table and influence the world, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult. What's more, Mo Fei will only make dumplings, hot pot, barbecue and other unskilled foods.

At this time, the sound of firecrackers outside has become sparse, and it can be regarded as a beautiful Chinese New Year's Eve. Mo Fei helped Yaya clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but Zheng didn't participate because of his identity alone. After sitting for too long, I paced a few steps in the room, saw a piece of paper on the desk by the window, and my heart moved, and I stepped forward.

En......, also Xiaokai, the handwriting is the same as the prescription, it is indeed written by him.

"You write it in small letters...... Pole...... Forehead. Zheng Du was originally going to say that it was excellent, but after thinking about it, this person might be a poetry student in the future, and if he praised him too much, it would be easy to fuel his arrogance. Therefore, he hesitated for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "It's well written." ”

There are many kinds of ancient calligraphy, such as regular script, official script, cursive script, line script, seal script, etc., which have a long history and a long history, and have formed a system. Anyone who is known as a master of calligraphy, although he specializes in a certain type of calligraphy, relatively speaking, they are not inferior to the calligraphy next to them. It is not a long time to practice Xiaokai, and he has copied many famous works in his previous life, and he has systematically practiced for eight years after crossing, which is a small success. But for other things like calligraphy and cursive writing, he really doesn't know anything.

"Hehe...... there is still room for improvement."

Zheng Du listened to Mo Fei's humble answer and nodded approvingly. In fact, in his opinion, it is not that this little block is already very good, and coupled with his young age, he is not arrogant at all, which is really commendable. Then he stroked his beard and looked at the poem.

"Yuan Ri", well! I wrote it today!

Could it be? …… The name. As quirky as a page of a book.

Zheng Du smiled playfully and continued to read, "In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu." When he read this, he frowned and glanced at Mo Fei, who was collecting the bowl.

"Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one."

This seven-character quatrain is not far-reaching, the rhetoric is not gorgeous, and there are not too many complicated techniques. It's just that Wendao has developed so far, and there are many factions. For example, the style of cutting down on the complicated and simplifying and returning to the basics has also become popular. This poem "Yuan Ri", the whole poem is close to the theme, relaxed and bright, and the lively rendering of Chinese New Year's Eve is moving. In Zheng Du's opinion, although it is not a very good work, it can be regarded as a masterpiece.

If you put this poem in the ...... of the younger generation, I am afraid that it will be a grade higher.

It's ......, hehe! It seems that there is a talent in the academy, and this time the Tang Dynasty will ...... There's a lot of excitement to see!

"Tea?"

Coming out of the back room, Mo Fei saw Zheng Duzheng looking at the "Yuan Ri" he wrote, and handed over the cup, Zheng Du picked it up but did not drink it, but put it on the desk on the side. After a while, Zheng Du looked at Mo Fei's pale face, nodded with a smile, and took out a book from his arms: "Yao! This one is up to you. ”

"What is this?"

Mo Fei looked at Zheng Du and took it suspiciously.

It can't be a little yellow book stealing incense and jade, right?

"I won't give it to you if I want to know." Zheng Du looked at Mo Fei with a reluctant look, snorted angrily, and then thought that he had received too much favor from him in the past two days, and said in a slow tone: "The book handed down by the ancestors seems to be used for martial arts!" Well, ......, but the ancestors were all diligent farmers, and it may be misinformation. I don't understand it anyway. I don't know what kind of mess is written. Well......, I don't have a wife or children, so I can't pass it on. And I didn't want to accept your favor for nothing, so I gave it to you, and I deserved to return this hot pot and that ...... Jujube...... The kindness of the son. ”

Hearing this, he was slightly surprised. He helped Zheng Du, purely out of sympathy, without any utilitarian purpose. It's just that he didn't expect the other party to put it in his heart, he blinked, and he was immediately relieved. Since someone gave it, take it, anyway, you have to think about how to treat epilepsy later, and you don't have to take advantage of it.

When Zheng Du was sent away, Mo Fei and Yaya returned to the house, took out the wine jar, at first, they were speechless, and then, Mo Fei took two sips of the wine glass, and when the wine was hot, there were more words.

"Xianggong, you tell me a story."

"What do you want to hear? Well, ......, why don't I tell you about "Shutter Island" today. ”

"I want to listen to 'Dream of Red Mansions.'"

"I've talked about "Dream of Red Mansions", let's talk about the rest, Ao ......, then I'll tell you about "Love Through Time and Space"."

"I just want to listen to 'Dream of Red Mansions.'"

"Uh......, that's okay, I'll talk about "Dream of Red Mansions", but ......, you can't fall asleep by yourself first. …… It is said that Baoyu knew that Qin Zhong was dead, and he was in pain....... Listening to Mo Fei's words, the girl dipped her wine curiously and pursed her lips. The two of them were like this, pushing a cup and drinking a cup, a few glasses down, and between their eyes being drunk, the girl began to babble nonsense: Xianggong, I don't want to listen to the story of "Shutter Island", you are sick, I am not sick.

Listen to Yaya's muttering, and don't argue, looking at her red face like a hard-boiled egg, so cute, and muttering in a daze: Yaya, I've been traveling through this world for ten years...... I don't know...... Did scientists find someone crossing......

At this moment, the door is closed, and the excitement stops, Mo Fei holds the sleeping girl, stumbles to the bed, and then grinds between the ears and temples, unties the wide clothes, and lies on the couch...... Sleep!