Mu Cangping, the former leader of the alliance who was envied or hated by the people, was walking alone on the long street with his sword in his hand at this time, and walked out of the desert against the bright lights of the thirty nights.

In previous years, on Chinese New Year's Eve, he would take his family to Qingshan to spend time with Mu Fanghe.

Mu Fanghe died this year.

Mu Zhongcheng has been depressed for a while because of Lin Wanrong's death, and his relationship with Mu Qingtong, who lives at home, is also tense. Xu was making trouble again during the New Year's Festival, and told him very early that this year's Chinese New Year's Eve would be spent separately.

What kind of home is there?

On this kind of day of family reunion, he especially didn't want to see Mu Zijian; Mu Zijin was used to being silent in front of him; Mu Ziyan regarded him as an enemy; is the eldest daughter who is close to him on weekdays, and since Jiang Nan came back, she has also estranged herself a lot from him, maybe because of her relationship with Yingshui Wen's family, she still has resentment against him in her heart.

Remorse?

After arguing with Mu Dianke that day, he asked himself this question for the first time.

The answer is no remorse.

As he himself said, regret is useless, and the injury is even more hypocritical, and the more regret it becomes, the more unbearable it becomes.

He is Mu Cangping, the first sword in the world, who single-handedly revitalized the entire Qingshan Mu clan that had been driven away by the rivers and lakes for decades and could not endure humiliation; He has done bad things, but he has also done many big and good things, and has benefited some people; He stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, meddling in the court, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, and most things could be advanced according to his own ideas......

Gains and losses go hand in hand.

He got everything he wanted, and he lost everything he didn't want to lose, so now he can tell which is more important, and what's the point?

He stopped for a long time in front of the small shop with the banner of soliciting customers, and he didn't know why he had come here.

It is said that every time Chang Qianfo went back to the house to pick up Mu Dianke, he would take her here to eat a bowl of braised noodles.

After Mu Lan died, Mu Dian didn't go to Mu Zijin to eat noodles. Three meals and very little food. But I heard that here, she can eat a big bowl of noodles and drink all the soup.

There was a little yellow light behind the cotton curtains, and the shop was starting to open.

Mu Cangping stepped forward to open the curtain, and the north wind hit the curtain from behind him, alarming the shopkeeper who was sitting around eating the New Year's dinner.

It was three generations in the same house, and the number of people was slightly larger, so two long tables were moved to form a large table.

There were several charcoal stoves, and brass pots covered with grease were boiling and bubbling, boiling chickens, ducks, mutton, and tofu and vegetables that were constantly thrown in.

Old and young sat in a crowd, sweating profusely around a few cauldrons, their winter coats were open, and their oily faces were blurred by the white steam from time to time.

For a moment, just for a moment, he wanted to do everything he could to exchange for the ordinary bowl and the pair of chopsticks that the family was holding.

"Guest?" The shopkeeper was amazed.

Chinese New Year's Eve does not do business, but it is always difficult to turn away customers who come to the door for the New Year.

The shopkeeper stood up and greeted, "It's closed today, the guest officer doesn't dislike it, let's sit down and have a New Year's dinner together." ”

So he asked his wife to get the dishes and chopsticks.

Seeing that the guests have a good bearing and carry a sword with him, Xu is a knight who travels abroad, or a down-and-out son of a high family, who is delayed for some reason and can't go home for the New Year. It's also strange and pitiful.

Mu Cangping hunched over and lifted the curtain, and was about to exit, but when he heard the store's warm invitation, his footsteps stagnated, and he was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is there a face?" Please bring me a bowl of braised noodles. ”

People who have been in the top position for a long time have their own majesty in their every move, and even if they use such a polite word as "please", it sounds like an order.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment.

"Yes—" He reacted, thinking that he was thinking too much, and the guest had a sincere face, and his tone was clearly respectful, without offending him.

"Yes, yes, please wait."

Because of the preparation of the New Year's dinner, there are many noodles in Xinhe, and the meat and vegetables are also ready-made.

Soon a large bowl of steaming lamb noodles was served.

"No money." The shopkeeper smiled kindly, and his chubby face was full of joy, "The guest officer can eat as much as he wants, and there is not enough to eat." Happy Chinese New Year! ”

"Happy New Year." Mu Cangping had a smile on his face.

The heavy cotton curtain blocked out the laughter in the room, and he sat alone on the stake tied to the horse at the door, eating noodles one bite after another against the faint lights of thousands of homes in the wind and snow. fervor

It's not very tasty either.

It's not as good as a cook at home.

Xiao Si'er eats so deliciously, about... Because it's not him!

***

Southern Yunnan is still like spring.

Although the locals have put on cotton clothes to keep out the cold, Chang Qianfo really didn't feel the cold.

Naturally, all the people under his command who practiced martial arts also felt the same way.

The doors and windows of the hall are wide open, and the people in the courtyard are in and out, and there is a lively group: some people put firecrackers, some people beat the paste and paste the Spring Festival couplets, some people hang lanterns in the corridor, and some people help the kitchen of the serving hall run at both ends...... The laughter rises and falls.

Jiang Yiyi was pregnant and was stopped by Li Zhe from cooking.

The craftsmanship of the local chef always feels that it is a little bit rustic.

So Chang Qianfo, Lin Lu, Li Kangkang and Li Zhe went to the kitchen for the first time, and under the guidance of Jiang Yiyi, they actually made a table with a decent appearance.

The combination of hot and cold plates, there are meat and vegetarian, the color is a little worse, but the fragrance and taste are complete.

What is quite rare is that Chang Qianfo tried his hand for the first time, and actually made crystal potato cakes, pretzel shrimp, puff pastry duck and other difficult dishes.

Everyone praised it a few times, but they didn't take it too seriously.

Son, he is always different from others, and he has long been used to running faster in everything.

"It's not bad." Li Zhelian ate two pieces of puff pastry duck, and then went to eat shrimp, "It's a little bit of what it is made in the kitchen of Huairentang, it's just a little hot." ”

"How can it be compared, the kitchen is used to it, and Brother Chang is going back to school for the first time."

Jiang Yiyi has research on cooking, and when she talks about it, she accidentally breaks it down, "...... I remember that when the fourth lady was in Huairentang, the kitchen often made these dishes. ”

A group of people have the fastest brains in the number of miles, and they can understand it by listening to it.

"Tsk!" Lin Sangongzi took a bite of shrimp, "I said the old watch-" The disgusted eyes were hard to express, "Can we be a little tougher?" ”

Wasn't it quite atmospheric last time, and I hung a big beauty for several days. It's not long since you're planning to turn yourself into a royal cook?

Li Kangkang also understood, "This is to practice with us." ”

Chang Qianfo just laughed.

Li Zhe is the one who married his daughter-in-law, he knows best, put down his chopsticks to relieve the siege, and asked Chang Qianfo, "Are you hired, is the wedding date set?" When will you welcome your baby? ”

"I don't know yet." Chang Qianfo smiled, "I have to see when I go back." ”

Lin Lu sighed, "The old man is ruthless! ”

"Well said!" Li Zhe patted Chang Qianfo's shoulder proudly, "There are a few buddies here, I will definitely not let you nest here to fight a bachelor, let's take off the skin and send you back." ”

Turning around and smiling, he asked everyone, "The big guy said, isn't it?" ”

A table of people laughed.

Lin Lu took the lead in coaxing, "Yes, yes, yes, get married as soon as possible, and give birth to a noble son early!" ”

"Three years of hugging two!"

"Full of children and grandchildren!"

"When we return to Luoyang, we have to ask the fourth lady for a reward, and we have suffered an old sin for sending the son back!"

Chang Qianfo is worthy of being cheeky, and in the ridicule of everyone, he is still calm and laughing, "Then there is Brother Lao, respect you!" ”

touched one with Li Zhe, and then the big cup was full, and he stood up with both hands raised.

"To everyone! The coming year is hard, and tonight is happy. Happy Chinese New Year! ”

"Happy New Year!" Everyone stood up and raised their glasses.