"But, just now Childe clearly said that this thing can't be eaten!" Shi Zhu also felt very aggrieved: "So I quickly vomited out." ”

Jiang Jiang understands him very well at this point, imagine a miracle doctor telling you that you can't eat something, then people's first reaction is naturally that this thing is poisonous.

"I said that this thing is not edible because it is so delicious," the boy explained, "such a delicious thing, people will lose their life if they eat it, and it should be used to offer it to the gods." ”

"Childe's praise is also different," Mai Dong said with a shocked look, "It's a shame that I swallowed the tofu in a hurry just now, otherwise I would have been trained." ”

Her words drew laughter from the crowd.

The two men at the table who spoke the least, one was Uncle Kudgen, and the other was the big man, who was full, because both of them were intently eating.

Uncle Gegen ate sweet and sour carp made of ginger a few days ago, and couldn't help but be impressed. Now this mutton hot pot and tender tofu are even more to his appetite.

However, the hanging pot boy actually prefers tofu and green vegetables, and Jiang Jiang has already noticed his dietary preferences when he was in Yuwen's mansion.

A hot pot was eaten for an hour and a half, and after people were full of wine and food, they took a bath and went to bed.

On this day, people were sleepy and tired, and by this time they could no longer hold on.

Naturally, the boy of the hanging pot also stayed here.

Sleep is the sweetest after hard work, and the next day when the sun is three, people get up one after another.

"Oops, it's snowing!" Mai Dong chirped in the morning, happy like a little sparrow: "Shizhu, get up and build a snowman!" ”

Jiang Jiang hasn't seen snow for a long time, and when he saw the snow at this time, he missed Yuwen Zhengji, and they were also eating hot pot on the boat while watching the snow.

Now I don't know how those two goods are doing.

"Are you still worried about them?" The boy of the hanging pot came over at some point: "Don't worry, I won't lie to you." ”

"Of course I believe you," Jiang Jiang nodded and said, "Just looking at the snow, I remembered some of the past." ”

"Actually, I have one more thing I want to ask you for," said the Hanging Pot Boy, "because I think you are a man of a very good mind." ”

"Don't praise me so much," Jiang Jiang smiled and waved his hand: "My little cleverness can't be elegant." ”

"Then you can also help me advise," said the hanging pot boy, "after all, you are a girl, and you should know more than me." ”

"What? Are you going to ask me about girls? Jiang Jiang asked curiously.

"Actually, it's my mother's birthday," said the boy who hung the pot, "and I don't know what to give her." ”

"Oh, I see," Jiang Jiang nodded and asked him, "So what does your mother like?" Or is she missing something? ”

Giving gifts is naturally to do what it likes, otherwise it is naturally a lack of what to give, and to send something useful.

"My mother doesn't seem to lack anything," the boy thought for a while, and shook his head a little embarrassed: "What gold, silver, jewelry, exotic flowers, plants, rare birds and beasts, she doesn't like these, not to mention that someone will definitely give it to her, so it won't show my heart." ”

"That's right, the child's gift to his mother must be careful enough," Jiang Jiang nodded and said, "As for whether it is valuable or not, it is not the most important thing." ”

"You're exactly what I'm going to say, but I really can't think of anything to give her."

"Gifts are either given to the precious ones or to the heartfelt ones. If you want to show your intentions, you should let her know how much thought you put into preparing this gift for her. Jiang Jiang muttered there.

Her brain raced to find a suitable gift for the Hanging Pot.

"By the way, why don't you rehearse a dance and show her then!" Jiang Jiang snapped his fingers and said, "It is both lively and pleasing to the eye." Of course, if you want to show your intentions, even if you join in, will you be able to dance? ”

"Dancing?" The boy of the hanging pot was stunned by her question, thought for a while and said: "The men of Daqin only dance two kinds of dances, one is the sword dance in the army, and the other is the dance of the temple when the gods worship the ancestors. But neither of these seems to be suitable for jumping on a birthday party. ”

Come to think of it, one is tense, the other is wearing hair and feet, where is the slightest meaning of birthday celebration?

"Well, these two dances can't be danced, let's make up other dances," Jiang Jiang said without discouragement: "Tell me again, what are your mother's taboos?" What are the preferences? ”

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated.

Jiang Jiang wants to understand his mother's character as much as possible through the hanging pot boy, and strive to be able to do what he likes. If his mother is particularly lively, then there is a big Yangge. If it's taller, just peacock dance.

She is like this person, once she decides to do it, she will definitely take it seriously, not to mention that this is entrusted by the hanging pot boy, he has always been kind to himself.

He cured Sun Xiaobei's illness before, and now he protects himself again. If such a good man wants to help himself, shouldn't he exert twelve points of strength?

So Jiang Jiang listened to what the hanging pot boy said, while searching for a suitable dance in his mind, Jiang Jiang knew a little bit of everything, including dance. Although he is not engaged in this profession, he has also attended dance training classes for many years since he was a child.

What folk dance, jazz dance, classical dance and national standard will be some.

However, some dances are obviously not in line with the aesthetics of the people of the Great Qin Kingdom, such as jazz, which has a particularly unrestrained and enthusiastic rhythm, which will definitely frighten people.

After thinking about it, both folk dance and classical dance are more suitable, but as for which repertoire and what theme, I can't decide for a while. Just when Jiang Jiang was distressed, the boy of the hanging pot said: "If you say that your mother's regrets are also there, I originally wanted to invite the ** master of the Western Regions to spread happiness for my mother's birthday banquet this year, but who would have thought that he would die last month." ”

"I see!" Jiang Jiang jumped up suddenly: "So your mother is a good Buddha?" ”

"The vast majority of the people in the Great Qin Kingdom believe in Buddhism," said the boy of the hanging pot, "My mother naturally believes in it too." ”

"Since that's easy," Jiang Jiang rubbed his hands happily, "I have a classic repertoire here, which is especially suitable for birthday banquet gifts." ”

"Really?!" The boy of the hanging pot was also very happy to hear her say this: "I knew you must have a way." ”

"But this dance requires a lot of people," Jiang Jiang said to the hanging pot boy, "I want men and women, there is not much time, so we have to step up rehearsals." ”

"But you're now," the hanging pot boy looked at Jiang Jiang and stopped talking.

Of course, Jiang Jiang understood what he was referring to, and it was not appropriate for him to show his head now.

But when she saw the mask on the face of the hanging pot boy, she couldn't help but smile slightly, and said: "I can completely train these people with a mask, and in a relatively closed environment, there should be no leaks." ”