Xiao Fuyi's eyes lit up when she learned the news.

She didn't expect to be able to eat a big fat man in one breath and touch the fifth floor of the library building.

But as long as you can enter the library, there is always a chance to ask others about the Northern Underworld Gu Technique.

They adapted to the academy's curriculum on the mountain, and Keigen Michicho, through his friends, also entered the academy.

Mr. Mei was entertaining guests in the courtyard today, and he asked Yu Sheng to go to the kitchen to order a table of hot pot as soon as possible.

There is not only the hot and enthusiastic red soup, but also the mutton soup pot mentioned earlier, and the two pots are presented together, which is almost the highest etiquette for his hospitality in Mr. Mei's opinion.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but my gentleman's demeanor has not diminished back then."

Daoist Qingyuan glanced at the two familiar pots.

He had eaten it in Yanjing Zhuangyuan Building before, and it was said that it was a recipe given by the princess.

He was not surprised to eat here again.

The princess is in the academy, and it is a sure thing.

"The Taoist has won the award, the old man is in his last years, where can he compare to Mr., he has traveled through mountains and rivers, and he looks younger and younger."

Mr. Mei couldn't figure out what the Taoist chief meant, so he had to make tea and greet people at the same time.

"Sir is really modest, sir's old illness, can he still attack now?"

Qingyuan Daochang has an old relationship with Mr. Mei because he saved Mr. Mei's life with the medical book he got from the magic doctor of the Xiao clan in Queshan.

Mr. Mei was in trouble at the beginning, which is also embarrassing.

No one would have thought that this Mr. Mei was also a child of a family back then, both civil and military, and amazingly talented.

It's a pity that his thoughts are not in harmony with the Mei family, and he has experienced the death of his parents, the remarriage of his fiancée, and the collapse of the family.

After the collapse of the family, Mr. Mei became disheartened and incognito.

However, after many years, he was still approached by the enemy.

The enemy was cruel and ordered the slaughter of the village.

Mr. Mei single-handedly saved the people of the village, while he himself was seriously injured and dying.

It happened that Qingyuan Daochang was passing by, so he saved him.

Qingyuan Dao Chang didn't mean to repay the favor.

After all, he has traveled all over the world and saved countless people.

Later, because he was moved by King Yan, he worked under him, and he had little contact with the old past.

Mr. Mei obviously also knows the character of Qingyuan Dao.

Therefore, this time, the other party sent a worship post to the door, and he directly invited someone to go up the mountain.

"Thanks to the Rejuvenation Pill given by the Dao Leader back then, if it weren't for the Dao Chief, I would probably still be suffering from old diseases now."

"Sir, it's time to blanch."

The rest of his life saw the hot pot red soup rolling, and reminded him.

He had already laid out all the dishes and stepped aside.

If there were no outsiders, I would have eaten at the same table with my husband for the rest of my life.

But now that the gentleman was entertaining, he consciously stepped aside.

Mr. Mei smelled the aroma of hot pot and couldn't help it for a long time.

At this point, I can't wait.

He rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation to Daoist Qingyuan.

"I remember that the Taoist chief was not taboo about meat back then? This is a fresh way to eat it from a student. The Taoist went south and north, and he may have eaten it a long time ago. ”

"The old man has only tasted such a delicacy, and in winter, it is really good."

"I seem to have heard of this way of eating somewhere, and I can't remember it for a while."

Qingyuan Daochang's eyes flashed, but he had already picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of tender meat.

His chopsticks hadn't reached into the pot yet, and his hands were stunned.

When he raised his head, his gaze instantly sharpened.

"Sir has already eaten?"

I saw a man in white standing on the wall of the plum garden.

He also carried a jar of wine in his hand.