However, Mrs. Beiminghou just drank hot pear soup by herself, and did not make eye contact with Yunxi.

Other ladies also joined the ranks of drinking pear soup and eating dried mutton. No one eats melons anymore.

In order to alleviate the stiff atmosphere, Zheng told everyone about the customs and delicacies of Western Xinjiang.

Everyone listened carefully, especially the food, and their appetites were so hungry that they were hungry.

"It's different from Kyoto, it's exotic, don't look at the desert there, but there are also a lot of food, the fruit is very delicious, and the mutton is fat. The old lady kept eating, which was not much fatter. Zheng covered his mouth and smiled.

"You wretched woman, you actually make a joke about the old woman." The old lady laughed and scolded.

However, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law come and go, which makes people feel the happiness between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. It even made others feel that the Qin family was really a failure and redundant.

As soon as the Zheng family came out like this, the ladies also began to tell interesting stories about their hometowns, and the county lord of Linglang and Yunxi sat beside the lady of the Northern Immortal Marquis and the princess of Anyang respectively. They don't participate in the discussion, silently drink pear soup and eat mutton jerky.

After chatting for a while, Menzi came in and said a few words to Zheng, Zheng's face changed greatly, and he said again and again: "But really? Bring it in. ”

Yunxi saw the clue, and he came to smash the scene to stage a bloody plot, and told Lan Xiang to go out with him, and if someone came to make trouble, he would solve it directly by force, and then send it to the master.

Lan Xiang comprehended that she would follow, and after about a stick of incense, under the expectant eyes of everyone, Lan Xiang came back alone, and everyone stretched their necks and didn't see who Menzi brought in. Yunxi saw the frustrated expressions of the old lady and Zheng.

She knew that Lan Xiang had dealt with the situation, and planned to go back to Osmanthus Hall after the banquet to ask about the situation.

Yunxi knew that these were only two of the tricks, and the old lady couldn't use these two tricks to clean her up, so she had a back move, she just had to see the move.

Fruit and jerky are replaced, but eating too much is also greasy, and the fruit is high in sugar, and the jerky is on fire again, which is not very friendly to the body.

Zheng was prepared, and she called someone to serve Xuehualiang, a special drink unique to Western Xinjiang. Yunxi and Princess Anyang's snowflakes are sent by spring flowers.

It is a drink mixed with yogurt and honey, which is sweet and sour and greasy, and there is no such drink in Kyoto.

Authentic snowflake cold should be made with chilled water, but now that it is winter, I dare not eat too cold for visitors, so I make micro ice.

Rare is expensive, since Kyoto has never seen it, everyone is willing to taste, the first to taste is the North Lady Marquis, she drank a bowl.

"Yes, sweet and sour, cold and cold, if only there was hot." Lady Bei Hades said.

"Of course it's delicious, this water is taken from the well of Osmanthus Hall, and the water in that well has been cold for many years. But madam, the snow is cold to drink cold, and the heat affects the taste. ”

Mrs. Wu Anhou drank Xuehualiang, ate the unique super sweet cantaloupe of Western Xinjiang, and said with a smile: "The food of Western Xinjiang is really different, no wonder the old lady is reluctant to come back." ”

"Western Xinjiang is very good, no matter how good it is, it is not as good as Kyoto, Kyoto is my home." The old lady laughed.

Yunxi heard the key word, the water for making snowflakes came from the well water of Osmanthus Hall, she had to write it down, who knew what they would do in a while.

Then she looked at the tea bowl of herself and Princess Anyang, which was marked, and there was a little purple along the edge of the lid, although it was not obvious, but she could see it if she looked carefully, while the bowls of the Lady of the Northern Immortal and others did not have such markings.

(End of chapter)