If the heart is not lonely, it has strength.

Yunxi and Wanhu looked at Ye Changtian, always feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it. Ye Changtian was laughing with the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper was also explaining on the side. Yunxi was afraid that Ye Changtian would order a lot of dishes, after all, he had accumulated ten years of spirit stones, and there was only a little bit, so it would be a pity to waste it like this.

I don't know what Ye Changtian said in the buddy's ear, the guy's eyes lit up, Ye Changtian appeased Yunxi and Wanhu, was pulled aside by the guy, and asked nervously: "Do you really have a way to let the young lady eat?" Since her mother died, she can only eat porridge, can't eat, reduce, and has no intention of managing the restaurant, if this continues, the restaurant can only collapse. ”

Ye Changtian smiled slightly, and said: "How can Qing porridge support the erosion of the years, you only need to lead me to the back kitchen, cook a meal, and then hand over a letter, and you can solve your worries." ”

The guy hurriedly said: "If it's really possible, I'm Hanshan thank you Gongzi, Gongzi, please inside." ”

Ye Changtian nodded with a smile and walked into the kitchen, if it weren't for Hanshan to stop him, it is estimated that the chef would have tried his best to find Ye Changtian, which is obviously a job grab.

After Hanshan explained the intention, the chef calmed down and looked at Ye Changtian with disdain, just a hairy boy, what kind of dishes can he make. However, when Ye Changtian put on his apron and cut through the knife in his hand quickly, not only the chef, but even Han Shan was surprised.

Ye Changtian sensed the familiar knife technique, although he had no spiritual power, the instinct in his body still existed.

Half an hour later, a dish based on sauerkraut fish, with fish fragrant shreds, vinegared cabbage, spicy pepper chicken, stir-fried shrimp and other dishes, each dish has a lot left, Ye Changtian unceremoniously ordered: "Except for the cold girl, the rest can be brought to us." Is there a pen and paper......"

Yunxi and Wanhu sat in the restaurant, sitting for a long time, muttering in their hearts, didn't Ye Changtian run away? Yunxi looked around several times, and almost exhausted all his patience, and saw Ye Changtian humming a little song and walking over, still carrying a jar of wine in his hand.

"I don't have flowers on my face, right? Wanhu, you're not too young, it's time to drink some wine." I heard that wine is the standard for warriors, come, brother, I'll pour you a glass......" Ye Changtian opened the wine jar, glanced at Yunxi, and then said to Wan Hu.

When Wan Hu heard Ye Changtian say this, he immediately took out the bowl, Yun Xi glared suddenly, Wan Hu's hand wanted to retract, but found that the bowl in his hand was taken by Ye Changtian, after Ye Changtian was full, he sat down lightly and said: "Wan Hu is not a child anymore, you should let go and let him choose for himself." ”

Yunxi glared at Ye Changtian and said: "Wanhu is my younger brother, I want to watch him grow up, protect him, and when he really grows up, I will naturally choose by him." ”

Ye Changtian nodded and said, "The flowers in the greenhouse can't survive the cold winter. How long can you protect him now?"

Yunxi slapped the table and shouted, "Xiao Yezi, let me tell you, I will protect him as long as I live." There are so many things you don't understand, you don't know who I am, you don't know who he is, you don't know anything, you let him choose, what can he choose?"

Ye Changtian looked at Yunxi silently, picked up the wine bowl, handed it to Yunxi, suddenly laughed, and said, "Yunxi, from now on, we are friends." This bowl of wine, for you. ”

Yunxi looked at Ye Changtian suspiciously, not knowing what he was thinking, could it be that the wine was poisonous? Ye Changtian then poured a bowl, handed it to Wan Hu and said, "This cup is for future warriors to drink, Wan Hu, can you take it?"

Wan Hu looked at Yun Xi, Yun Xi didn't say anything, Wan Hu reached out and took it.

Ye Changtian poured a bowl again, raised it, and said, "This first cup, thank you Yunxi and Wanhu for saving your life." ”

Ye Changtian drank it all, and the slight spicy slowly burned the meridians. Ye Changtian then poured the second bowl of wine and said, "This second cup, thank you for taking care of it for a long time." ”

The third bowl of wine was served, and Ye Changtian said: "This third bowl gives us an unknowable future. ”

Yunxi and Wanhu looked at Ye Changtian, clinked glasses, and the three of them drank it all.

Yunxi felt that his throat was extremely spicy, and his face was a little burning, while Wan Hu shook his head, let out a long sigh of relief, and shouted, "Good wine!"

At this moment, Han Shan hurriedly walked over, followed by the chef with the food, and the dishes were put on the table one by one, so that Yunxi and Wanhu's wine suddenly woke up, especially looking at Han Shan and the chef nodding and bowing, it seemed that he was very respectful to Ye Changtian.

Ye Changtian said to Han Shan: "Is it still to the taste of the Han girl?"

Han Shan nodded again and again, then took another jar of wine and said, "Ye Gongzi can eat it, it is considered as deep in our alley." ”

The guy Hanshan and the chef left excitedly.

Yunxi's eyes widened and he said, "Am I drunk?"

Ye Changtian didn't answer Yunxi's words, just picked up the chopsticks, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said, "How about tasting it......"

Yunxi took a bite gently, his eyes glowed, and ten thousand tigers were already like tigers and wolves, opening their bows left and right. Ye Changtian only ate some, then picked up the wine jar and drank it one by one.

Wine is nostalgia and longing.

Although the drink was a mess, after all, it was also a kind of self-comfort. Whether it is in the dark nothingness or under the awakened starlight, the thoughts and worries have never stopped.

In an elegant room on the third floor of the "Alley Deep" restaurant, a woman of twenty-five or sixteen looks dignified and beautiful, but she is thin and distressing, she has eaten some food, Hanshan is removing the food, and the woman has turned to sit on the chair behind the screen, looking at the paper in her hand, there is only one poem on it:

The frost moon shines on the walls of the house, and the frost wind surges the river. I can't sleep all day long, and I think a lot.

Suddenly dreaming of my mother's coming, it is like a mountain. But the question is thinly dressed, and his words are not as short as his.

The cold is still bearable, and the underground knows how.

"Mother, what should I do? Father is gone, you are also gone, what should I do? You, under the Nine Springs, are you okay?" the woman said softly, tears long since dried.

"Hanshan, invite that son to the piano room. The woman said softly, Hanshan agreed, and walked out of the door quickly......

Wan Hu shed tears, since he arrived on the prison island, he has never eaten such a delicious thing, every day is either boiled fish, or boiled shrimp, all boiled, not even a little condiment, where is like the dish in front of him, sour, spicy, salty and sweet.

Yunxi touched his little belly, squinted his eyes very comfortably, enjoying it, and said unforgivingly: "It's worthy of a restaurant, this meal is a little better than what I cooked." ”

Ye Changtian nodded again and again, ignoring the plate in front of Yun Xi's eyes......

The man Han Shan came over and said carefully: "Young Master Ye, Miss Han, please come over." ”

Ye Changtian smiled slightly, let Yunxi and Wan Hu wait here, and followed Hanshan to the third floor and walked into an elegantly decorated and rich room. The room is full of incense burners, sandalwood lingers, the table is neat, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone do not look like ordinary products, and in the north, there are futons and guqins.

On top of the futon, there was a woman sitting upright, with thin cheeks, soft long hair, blue ribbons, and pearl hairpins. When the woman saw Ye Changtian, she was slightly stunned, the young man in front of her looked very calm, like a high mountain, unwavering, his dark eyes seemed to see through the world, the smile on the corner of his mouth, with a trace of evil charm and arrogance, dressed in white, and there was more pride in elegance.

"The little woman Han Jinglan has seen Ye Gongzi, thank you Ye Gongzi. Han Jinglan got up, walked out of the piano table, and saluted Ye Changtian with a smile.

"Miss Jinglan doesn't need to be polite. Ye Changtian returned the courtesy.

After the two sat down, Han Jinglan took out the poem with some sadness and said slowly: "Poetry is not prevalent in the Xuanling Continent. Unexpectedly, Ye Gongzi had such attainments. ”

Ye Changtian smiled and said, "Miss Jinglan, this poem was not written below, but only by literati and artists in the secular world. I just like poetry, just remember. It is also a blessing to be able to use poetry to untie the knot in the girl's heart. ”

Han Jinglan nodded silently and said, "Twenty years ago, my father was killed, and I was only five or six years old at the time. But my mother left three years ago, at the time of my father's death, leaving me alone. Every time I sink into nostalgia and sorrow, I can't extricate myself. Even if my mother and father are gone, they still want me to live well. ”

Ye Changtian sighed: "The price of growing up is the aging of your parents. What we can do is to accompany and fulfill filial piety when our parents are there, and live well when our parents are away. In this way, they can live up to the nurturing grace of their parents. ”

Han Jinglan nodded slightly.

Ye Changtian continued: "Jinglan has always been concerned about her parents, and she is indulging in pain, which is true. But you know, your mother's choice may be the life she wants. Or in your mother's heart, your father is the loneliest. We can't change the past, but we can choose to own the future. ”

Han Jinglan looked at Ye Changtian, nodded, her fingertips slid across the guqin, and the sound of Zheng Zheng slowly spread dàng). Han Jinglan asked, "Thank you Ye Gongzi." ”

Ye Changtian smiled slightly, listened to Han Jinglan's piano, and slowly walked out of his sorrow, and his heart calmed down.

Han Jinglan's piano skills are far inferior to Chu Chu, and even Tan Nishang can't compare to her, but she is also proficient, and the rhythm and rhythm are still good, and it can be seen that her mind has been immersed in the sound of the piano.

Half an hour later, the piano fell.

Han Jinglan seemed to be a different person, the smile on her face became a little warm and warm, with a little less sorrow and sadness, she slowly got up, walked in front of Ye Changtian again, and gently saluted: "Han Jinglan has come out of her inner demons, thank Ye Gongzi." ”

Ye Changtian stepped forward and picked up Han Jinglan, and said with a smile: "It's good to come out, you are only complete now." ”

Han Jinglan smiled brightly and said: "Ye Gongzi is really an immortal genius, just one meal and one word are enough to get people out of the predicament." Jing Lan admires, Ye Gongzi is so talented, Jing Lan doesn't know, it's really ashamed. ”

Ye Changtian said with a smile: "What a talent, I'm just a waste person now." This time, I also asked the girl. ”

Han Jinglan said: "Although Childe said, if Jinglan can do it, she must do her best." ”

After Ye Changtian thanked him, he said slowly: "I'm here to talk about cooperation and earn spirit stones." ”

Han Jinglan looked at Ye Changtian in surprise, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like a guy who lacked spirit stones. Cooperation? What cooperation?

Ye Changtian stood up, walked to the side of the guqin, looked at the guqin, plucked his fingers lightly, and said, "I've been a little poor recently, and I still owe some debts, so I have to pay them off." How about I'm going to launch a new dish and make a Red Alley Deep Restaurant, and the money I make will be divided into 30% of the money, how about it?"

Han Jinglan watched Ye Changtian sitting on the futon, his fingers lightly pressed on the guqin, and his eyes were looking at him. Han Jinglan recalled the delicious taste of not long ago, and nodded without hesitation.

Ye Changtian smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a song "Flowing Clouds" spread......

PS: There are many things to do at home, less time, staying up late to write, a little tired, ask for a recommendation vote......

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