The situation in the dining room is just the opposite, the old farmer is a master who does not drink a drop of wine, the guests do not drink, and the host is naturally not good at drinking, so he accompanies the old farmer to eat and drink.

I ate late in the afternoon, and I was not hungry, and I ate it quickly, and the old farmer pulled Wujian to play another game of chess, and Wujian was very interested in meeting the opponent.

When the little half-fairy went to the flower hall, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the half-fairy Yao lying on the table, and Mo Liunian was in a daze with his hands on his cheeks, and that appearance suddenly made him go back to three years ago, when Mo Liunian, who was recovering from injury, liked to be in a daze like this, sometimes in a daze for a long time.

When the little half-fairy entered the flower hall, Granny Hua immediately felt it, she was blind and not blind, although the soul power of the little half-fairy was not as strong as Mo Liunian, it was extremely pure, and Granny Hua smelled the dragon qi on her body.

"Granny Hua is so interested, can the younger generation have the honor to have a drink with her?" the little half-fairy smiled all over his face.

Granny Hua said: "Naturally, there are not many people who drink, sit down." ”

The little half-immortal sat down beside Mo Liunian, seeing that Mo Liunian's cheeks were red, his eyes were shining, he had obviously drunk a lot, and the half-immortal Yao had already drunk down, and immediately said: "You two girls, don't be ashamed, what do you look like when you get drunk." ”

Mo Liunian woke up like a dream when he heard the voice of the little half-immortal, raised his head to look at the little half-immortal, and bits and pieces flashed in his mind, all of which were scenes of the little half-immortal taking care of himself when he was seriously injured.

Mo Liunian approached the little half-immortal, leaned his head on his shoulder, wrapped his hands around his shoulder, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

If Mo Liunian was sober, he would never be like this, Xiao Banxian looked at her actions in shock, but her body did not move, or she was reluctant to move, and she relied on her, and her whole heart seemed to soften.

At this moment, the little half-immortal could no longer deceive himself.

He likes Mo Liunian, I don't know when Mo Liunian has become a person he is used to, and several times of life and death have made him understand how important Mo Liunian is to him.

The other hand gently covered the back of Mo Liunian's hand, this is the person he wants to hold in the palm of his hand. Mo Liunian's snort calmed down, and she was already asleep leaning on the little half-immortal.

Granny Hua said clearly: "It turns out that she is your lover." ”

The little half-immortal smiled: "Not yet, but it will definitely be in the future." ”

Granny Hua said: "Your friend is very special. ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Yes, very special." ”

"Who is she?" asked Granny Hua.

Xiao Banxian said: "She is Mo Liunian." ”

Granny Hua said, "I mean before. ”

Little Half-Immortal shook his head, "I don't know, and I don't want to know." ”

Granny Hua said: "If you know, I guess you will be shocked." ”

Xiao Banxian turned his head and glanced at Mo Liunian, who was already asleep, "No, she is her, even if she thinks of everything, she is still her." ”

Granny Hua suddenly had a trace of confusion and pity in her expression, Xiao Banxian's feelings for Mo Liunian reminded her of a person a long time ago, Granny Hua raised her wine glass and said, "Aren't you going to drink with the old body?"

The little half-fairy carefully let Mo Liunian lie on his lap, and the sleeping Mo Liunian was well-behaved and gave birth like a cat.

Xiao Banxian then picked up the wine jug and poured wine for Granny Hua, and after the two clinked glasses, they drank all the wine in the cup, and Granny Hua said: "Your uncle said in the letter that he invited me to come because of you, but I probed your pulse not only not sick, but also much stronger than many people in the Xuanmen of the same age." ”

Sit by the fire and roast meat, drink tea and eat meat. The enticing aromas of tea, milk, wine and meat drift into the lake with the smoke of the bonfire, beckoning the hunters to come back for a rest and dinner.

At dinner, a fire was lit, and Mingde threw away his armor and sat in the tent bored by making a fire to roast and eat. The lieutenant guards were all driven out by him, and he rubbed salt on the meat one by one, took a beautiful bite, and rolled to the bunk with great satisfaction.

Tang Zheng took Ye Xiaobai and stood on the side of the road eating kebabs. In the long barbecue grill on the side of the street, the charcoal fire is burning red, and the orange sparks are raised, with an irresistible warmth, setting off the snow scene in front of you.

At this time, the snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the fire inside the house is blazing, and it is as warm as spring. Xiaolongnu bit some cooked roe meat and chewed it badly, and fed it to Guo Xiang's mouth. Yang Guo flipped the roe deer over the fire and looked at the two of them with a smile. The pine fire is lightly exploded, the barbecue is fragrant, and there is a warm world among the barren mountain wooden houses.

As soon as the little pig was beaten, the grandfather said he wanted the little pig. My grandfather took the little pig to his house, wrapped it in yellow clay, and burned it in the stove pit, and when it was ready, he gave it to me to eat.

Sarisheng and the others dug a shallow pit in the ground and piled firewood to make a fire. The fire should burn very loud but there would be no smoke, and then the whole little sheep should be stuffed into the pit. The lamb is marinated in salt, cumin, pepper and herbs, wrapped in tin foil and placed in a pit, and roasted in fruit wood for three or four hours. When the official table was served, it was fragrant everywhere and extremely delicious......

I set up three stones in a corner of the meadow as a stove, lit a firewood, cooked rice and stir-fried vegetables, or boiled a pot of boiling water to make tea. After eating, I lay down on the grass, covered my head with my coat, and fell into a deep sleep.

Which sweet potato is going to be baked, he touches it, pinched it and it is clear, as soon as the lid of the furnace is lifted, the tempting fragrance wafts through the courtyard wall of the school, and gets into our noses, some little gluttonous cats write homework saliva unconsciously drip on the book, the grandfather's oven is often surrounded by children, when school, it is three layers inside and three layers outside, who loves to eat sweet sweet potatoes?

We put the oven on a flat ground, put charcoal in it, we picked up a lot of dry branches and leaves together, carefully put them into the stove, lit them with a lighter, the fire slowly burned, I sat on a chair and took a fan to fan the fire in the stove, and after a while the charcoal slowly turned red.

The three of them moved quickly, and the kitchen was soon renewed, and it was finally a bit popular, not like a haunted house that had been abandoned for many years. There is chopped wood in the corner, pile it at the bottom of the stove, light it with a fire charm, set up a cleaned cauldron on it, and let it boil a pot of boiling water. Wei Wuxian opened the box, poured out a pile of glutinous rice from it, cleaned it, and put it in the pot.

Feeling a little hungry, I moved out of the stove I had brought, took out the various delicacies that had been prepared in my backpack, and started our wild barbecue - my mother put the food on the stove and I was in charge of the ingredients, and my saliva was about to run down as the fragrant smell wafted over.

The coal fire in the stove was still burning slightly, and in order to keep warm, the cat went under the stove and dried its fur: yellow and white. The cat was hungry, cocking its tail and devouring the food the cook had fed it, and it hummed an instinctive tone about eating.

The old man has goosebumps, but his eyes are spirited, he drinks liquor, just a plate of salted soybeans, and uses his thumb and middle finger index finger to pinch the posture and strength of the wine bowl, you know that the old man is a person with a pen. In a tavern like this, it is not uncommon to meet some old professors you know or those well-endowed scholars in the Museum of Literature and History, who are dressed plainly and are approachable. But the old man didn't look away, pinched a bean in his hand and threw it in his mouth, chewed it for a while, picked up the wine bowl and smacked it, enjoying himself.

He always came to my house to eat and drink tea, and sometimes he also touched a few Suo'er to play - at that time, "mahjong" was not very popular. I'm kind, he's not polite, he eats whatever he encounters, drinks whatever he meets, I never prepare anything for him, and he's never picky. He eats a lot, but he doesn't know how to be a picky eater. It was a pleasure to see him holding a big bowl and eating hot soup and noodles with us. He was sweating from eating, his mouth was purring, his face was getting redder and redder, and he slowly became a big half-red briquette

Ma Bole said and proudly picked up the egg fried rice and began to eat. He was almost full before he remembered to ask his guest, "Xiao Wang, but have you eaten?" He didn't wait for Xiao Wang to answer, he continued, "But I don't have anything to eat here, just egg fried rice every day...... As soon as the battle started, you know how much an egg costs, yesterday it was seven points, and today I inquired again that it was eight points. It's too expensive to eat.

I like to drink the bitter tea of the peasants, whose tea barrels are placed under the ridges of the fields, and I have no qualms about picking up the painted tea bowls and scooping them up, filling my own kettles, and talking nonsense to the men working in the fields, and walking away in the girl's snickering at me.

Alexander kept walking, sometimes sneering at the men and women in the park. When he saw a tavern at the entrance of Queen's Gate, he really smiled! He licked his lips and pouted at Mr. Ma. Mr. Ma nodded. Outside the tavern, a lame man was playing a violin and asking for money, but Alexander turned his head as if he didn't see it. An old man with a white beard pouted and shouted, "Evening Newspaper, Evening News," and Alexander bought one and tucked it under his arm.

The man in his forties is sneering at her. How could she avoid him, she had just entered the city to work, and there was no familiar place to go. But this man had been sitting idle, looking at her greedily, and laughing more and more presumptuous lately. But this person is their director, and this person is her benefactor who came out to work. He also said that he didn't want an egg, this man wanted it even harder

The honor I sat on was the same as that of the male guests, but I couldn't eat it, and the bridal banquet was not held up as usual, and I had to swallow and spit when I saw the steaming, meaty dishes and snacks coming up. The bridesmaids watched watching—not so much waiting, but surveillance—because it was their good to take the food at the table, and it was the old rule.

The sister-in-law is also outside, but she looks like she is out of her head, white and fat, and her husband is the head of the business unit of a food company, and she has everything at home. She was the head of the residents' group, and when she talked to the neighbors, she always hummed her nose and put on a stinky shelf, and everyone hated her. She loves to be clean, but the bamboo peach on the first floor of the stove is used to cook with the torn paper and rotten leaves picked up by the child, and the smoke naturally rises. Sister-in-law has. Yes.