Because of the mention of Zhuang Yousheng before, the two of them fell into silence for a while. Fang Yun buried herself in cooking, and the butterfly stood at the door without squeaking, watching her add bamboo shoot tips to the chicken soup, add enoki mushrooms, and a pot of fragrant hen soup already made the butterfly salivate.

Finally, before turning off the heat, Fang Yun sprinkled some salt slightly, then covered the casserole with a lid, let it sit like this, and serve it for a while.

The butterfly glanced at the chicken soup, floating with golden chicken fat, sure enough, it was the kind of local chicken that was free-range and ate grains, not the chilled chicken bought in the supermarket, no matter how it was stewed, it didn't have that kind of oil.

After all the dishes were served, Fang Yun also took out a bottle of dry red from the wine cabinet, put it in front of the butterfly, and said with a smile: Drink some bars, we haven't drunk together for a long time. You should be okay today, right?

Butterfly looked at the wine bottle and smiled and said, "Okay, the only thing to do today is to eat at your place."

Fang Yun's mother, Liu Meiren, also sat up at this moment, beckoning butterflies with a spring breeze on her face, don't be polite.

The butterfly said: Where have I been polite every time I come here? Every time I eat here I eat more than I eat in my own home, and I am full.

Liu Meiren smiled and said: That's the way it is.

Fang Yun called Ze Xi twice, and the little girl came out of the room and sat down on a high-backed chair on the butterfly's opposite Tianmen, she naturally didn't drink, Fang Yun* looked at her and asked her if she wanted to drink?

She looked down at the dishes on the table, and there was still a thick book in her hand, and then said: Don't drink. Let's eat.

Liu Meiren was just about to serve her a meal, and Fang Yun said: Let's sit down and eat some food first. What do you like?

Zexi put the book in his hand on his lap, looked at the dishes on the table, and said: It's still a meal, and I will continue to read after eating. I don't have that much time.

Butterfly wanted to laugh a little, but held back, Zexi, the child, now spoke in an adult tone. Butterfly vaguely remembers that when she first saw her, she was still holding it in her hand, and she liked to spit on nothing.

Fang Yun said: Yo, are you really busy?

The butterfly had already seen the thick book in her hand, and asked curiously: What book to read?

Zexi said: Sun Tzu's Art of War.

The butterfly couldn't help but gasp and said in surprise: Wow, it's amazing, they all look at this. I haven't even seen it. I don't understand. So, can you read it?

Zexi replied seriously: Of course, of course I understand.

Butterflies can't help but be amazed.

Fang Yun said on the side: Don't listen to her nonsense, where can you understand? Anyway, if she wants to see it, she can watch it.

At this moment, suddenly a courier came from outside the door, Fang Yun glanced at Zexi and said: Your courier is here. Go get it yourself.

She got out of her chair and ran to the door to open the door, and one moment the courier boy came up, and the next moment she returned to the table with a courier package. The butterfly asked, "What is it?" Is it convenient to reveal?

Fang Yun chuckled and said: The book she bought.

Butterfly couldn't help but admire it even more, and praised it: I like to read books so much? That's great. Must you have been studying well?

Fang Yun said: It's average, but the language is very good, and I don't need to teach it.

Zexi's interest was no longer at the dinner table again, but shifted to the new books. I couldn't wait to unpack it, and inside was a hardcover book, which she put on her lap, and the butterfly couldn't see the title. Fang Yun scolded in a low voice on the side: Eat, don't read it, go and put the book away, and then wash your hands again.

Zexi was obviously a little dissatisfied with this order, but he couldn't disobey it, and reluctantly put the book on the chair next to him, and then ran to the bathroom to wash his hands again, and then went to the dinner table.

Fang Yun had already put a lot of dishes into the bowl for her.

At this time, the four of them finally calmed down and ate.

Liu Meiren was an accompaniment, and also poured a glass of red wine. When Fang Yun poured it for her, she said to the butterfly: Actually, my mother drinks a lot of wine. I used to be a good drinker when I was young, but my dad couldn't drink her.

Liu Meiren smiled from ear to ear and said: What Fang Fang said is right, but now that he is older, he doesn't drink much.

Butterfly toasted her with a wine glass, and then said: What kind of wine do you like to drink?

Liu Meiren said: In fact, it is ordinary beer, as well as liquor, and people in our previous place liked to drink liquor. Drink liquor in the winter and beer in the summer.

Butterfly asked: How much liquor can you drink?

Liu Meiren said: It's okay, half a glass of beer glass.

The butterfly stuck out her tongue and said, "I've got a good amount of wine, but I can't drink it at all." Beer is also drunk occasionally, usually chilled in the summer, but only a can. My family has always loved to drink red wine.

Fang Yun couldn't wait to ask: Which one is in the supermarket?

Butterfly doesn't want to say casually: he doesn't buy red wine in the supermarket, and orders it directly from the winery every year-

After finishing speaking, Butterfly immediately felt that she was a little showy, because Fang Yun's face suddenly showed a strange expression, and Butterfly immediately omitted the following words.

immediately smiled and said: Actually, it's okay, he has a friend abroad, who runs the winery's red wine business, so it's more convenient. Ahem.

Fang Yun's face instantly eased, and he poured wine for the butterfly again, and said as he poured it: I usually buy it in the supermarket, so you can drink this wine.

Butterfly was a little embarrassed, heard the irony in the words, deliberately took a big sip, and said: I don't know how to drink, in fact, I think this wine is also very good. It's no different from the wine he ordered.

Fang Yun smiled with satisfaction, and beckoned the butterfly to eat vegetables, not just drink.

In fact, Butterfly thought, this wine is really incomparable with Yousheng wine, and after drinking the wine that Yousheng bought, this wine can only be described in one word in the mouth: astringent.

Zhuang Yousheng's private cellar has a collection of wines, some of which are still collector's editions, and he is very picky about wines, even if it is the same winery, if the quality of the grapes is not good this year, he is willing not to order. When she moved back, the wine was still stored in the cellar, untouched. However, she still brought back two cases of white wine, Zhuang Yousheng knew that she liked white dry, which was specially ordered for her. When she left that day, she unceremoniously moved over in Gao Ruohan's car and enjoyed it slowly. But as a thank you, she sent a box to Gao Ruohan. Gao Ruohan later asked her: Where do you still have to buy this wine?

Butterfly smiled bitterly and said: I don't know, he ordered it.

Gao Ruohan is a person who likes to drink and create a mood, so he was very discouraged and said: Hey, you are really, don't know much about this kind of thing?

Butterfly couldn't help but smile bitterly: I have never cared about this kind of thing, anyway, a case of wine is basically not cheap.

Gao Ruohan didn't care about money, only about wine, so she said: It seems that I should find a chance to go to a place like France next time.