In the porcelain-disgusting county on the north bank of the Taijiang River, a middle-aged man in a pink robe walks in the market.

From time to time, I look here and there, like a countryman who has just entered the town, but his bearing and dress are not similar.

This surprised many shrewd small traders, but after seeing the pink man happily take out the silver taels from his arms, he hurriedly said a few words of New Year's greetings, and this person who was very eye-catching in the crowd just smiled.

He muttered to himself from time to time, and although his face was embarrassed, his eyes were full of happiness.

At noon, I came to the famous local wine shop, and in the surprised eyes of the guys, after ordering a table of local specialties, one person drank against a two-foot-long, pearl-ridden, and extraordinarily gorgeous short sword.

As soon as the pink robe took a bite of the local red oil snack, a cheerful and soft female voice immediately remembered in the heart lake, "Is it delicious? Who is better than me?"

When the pink robe heard this, he suddenly remembered the black gelatinous objects he had eaten, as well as some very terrifying soups, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Hey, it's hard to look back on...

After thinking for a moment, as if reminiscing, he chuckled, "It's delicious..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice of loss suddenly sounded in the heart lake, "I know, you must not like to eat what I used to make..."

The pink robe hurriedly explained: "Although the food here is delicious, how can it be compared to Miao'er's ingenuity?"

Once he said this, the voice in the heart lake was immediately the same as before, accompanied by a silver bell-like laughter, and said happily: "That's right, how can the pheasant compare with Luan Feng, I don't know how much heaven and earth treasure I added when I used to cook food for you, fortunately grandpa he didn't know, otherwise the beard would be so angry..."

After hearing that those things that were once called dishes, many treasures were added, and after remembering a serious and stereotypical face, he raised his hand to wipe a trace of cold sweat from his sideburns, and said unusually arrogantly: "Don't worry, we'll go back when we've had enough, and then we'll spoil what you used to do... Tongue... Belch... Tongue... Give him back what you have used. ”

There was silence in the heart lake for a moment, and then he muttered a little, "I wish we didn't have it?"

The pink robe said softly: "It's okay, your husband's face is still worth some money, we will go south in a few days, and let you see the world-famous Danzong." ”

In the heart lake, I instantly remembered the joyful laughter, "We are going south, we are going to cross the river in a big boat, we are going to Danzong to yo, we..."

Hearing this, the pink robe was silent, reaching out and brushing the sword body of the gorgeous short sword, his eyes were as tender as water, as if he was touching the smooth back of his lover...