On Chinese New Year's Eve, the candles of the Shendu Furong Garden are carved and jade, from the outside of the garden to the Ziyun Tower, spread all the way to the Persian cloud carpet, the carpet is sprinkled with broken petals, Ning Hongdou looked at the corner of the garden and sighed: "It's really luxurious, your young master can, enough to come here to the banquet, I'm afraid it's not a royal relative!"

Xu curtain listened to the quarrel between Ning Hongdou and her pet, and was upset when she heard it, and there was already a lot of trouble tonight, so she took her to the dining room and handed it to another chubby chef, and told her: "This person is a chef appointed by His Majesty, and he will cook a dish, remember to serve it to the Queen Mother." ”

Ziyun Tower is the first-class attic of Furong Garden, covering a huge area, with exquisite and luxurious decorations, and is carefully prepared to welcome this Chinese New Year's Eve feast. In the middle of winter, it can create an atmosphere of warm spring grass growth, layers of curtains, and flowers in the fog, so that Ning Hongdou, who was already a little drunk, could not see the situation in the pavilion clearly, but felt extremely beautiful.

Thousands of handsome men and women smiled at the railing, or chuckled and lifted the veil, turning this into a wonderful place before the banquet began.

Ning Hongdou's dish had already been prepared, and it was in her sleeve, so she was not in a hurry at all, at this time, she leaned against the door of the dining room, grabbed a crispy and sweet cucumber, and looked at the men and women in the distance while sobering up, thinking to herself: "It seems that they are all dignitaries, and I don't know whose son that kid is, shouldn't this dish be a prank?"

But after thinking about it again: "The prank of four thousand taels, even if you are reprimanded, it is worth it." I guess I just want to get attention, maybe I will press some color in private. ”

"Drink, I drank a lot. ”

"Dizzy!"

"I must look for it when I go back, which king and eight lambs chose the wine, no!"

"Withdrawing after serving, it doesn't seem to be anything to look at. ”

After a while, all the gossiping people suddenly sat down, and the attic gradually fell silent, and a group of people took the main seat.

The lights outside the building flickered, and dozens of swords fell from the sky, and behind each sword there was a woman, the falling sword was like rain, and the sword girl was like a flower. The sword falling is the dance, the sword dance is suddenly tender, suddenly sassy, suddenly fast, suddenly slow, the sword is burning with sword energy, the blade is glowing with fluorescence, beautiful, eye-opening.

Ning Hongdou squinted his eyes, and a memory fragment floated in his mind, and he seemed to have seen this kind of sword himself: "Oh, I remember, Yijian listens to Yuge." The old man dreamed of eating the last sword to become an immortal, but then he didn't do it, he ate the Listening to the Rain Sword of the sect master, and demolished the Rain Pavilion of the people. ”

Looking at these glamorous sword dancing girls, Ning Hongdou sighed: "Old man, look at this sect, the building has been demolished, the sword has been eaten, and it will be able to ease up in a few days." This sword dance is really a long face for our sword cultivators, a long face. ”

"When did you start becoming a dancer when you learned swords?"

"Use sword qi to make amusing fluorescence?"

"It's a shame that he can figure it out!"

sighed: "But, who let someone in the family have silver, look at it, old man, our sword sect has suffered this loss, if you have a disciple of hundreds of thousands, then the magic mountain dares to move you?

Ning Hongdou was useless to sigh again, and Yijian Listening to Yuge relied on this beautiful sword dance to win the opening show of the Chinese New Year's Eve feast, and won a good round of applause.

At the end of the sword dance, all kinds of melons and fruits were served like water, the New Year's programs before the meal appeared in turn, and the dining room was completely busy, except for the fat chef who Xu Curtains had talked to when he left, he seemed to have nothing to do, just standing quietly beside Ning Hongdou.

The more lively the dining room is, the quieter Ning Hongdou is, the fat chef may be really lonely, and finally couldn't hold it back, walked a few steps forward, walked to Ning Hongdou's side, followed her gaze, and then whispered: "My lord, you don't have to be envious, if the things you prepare later, this excitement belongs to you." ”

After saying this, seeing that Ning Hongdou was unmoved, but he didn't show irritability, the fat chef continued to say to himself: "My lord, it's not too early, look, don't you prepare first, and it will be our turn to appear in three more shows." ”

After half a ring, Ning Hongdou was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses: "Huh, what did you say?"

Ning Hongdou looked at the crowd in Yijian Listening to the Rain Pavilion in the distance, and vaguely saw someone who knew him, and then began to think a lot, not noticing what the fat chef said. When she followed Ye Piaoling to Luoyang for the first time, she went to a wine shop called Peony House that night, ate a lot of pots of apricot blossom wine, and tasted snowflake crispy candied cake.

This Chinese New Year's Eve feast, the leader of Yijian Listening to the Rain Pavilion is Cen Jinfei, who has not seen him for a year, he is even more handsome, and there is more spirit between his eyebrows, surrounded by a group of warblers and Yanyan, which is really enviable.

The fat chef also saw that Ning Hongdou was distracted, and repeated the same words again.

Then, Ning Hongdou said: "There are three more programs, that's not in a hurry, as for whether it is brilliant or not, I can't say for sure." ”

The fat chef's expression was quite polite: "My lord, you are really too modest, you ran an errand for Xu Ye, and took the opportunity to take this dish, and the small one may have to count on the adult to cultivate it in the future." ”

Ning Hongdou didn't say anything, but muttered in his heart: "Count on me? I'm afraid you're thinking too much, if this dish prepared by my sister is on the table, maybe it will be the result!

The fat chef stood by Ning Hongdou's ear and sighed to himself: "On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve reunion, everything is good, the flowers are good, the night is good, the banquet is lively, but this excitement is always the excitement of people, it has little to do with us, we are the tired cooks behind the scenes." ”

"Cook?"

What a new term.

Ning Hongdoute wanted to tell the fat man: "I am very different from the cook, I do know how to cook food, but cooking is just my own interest, I want to become a god of sword immortal existence in the future, you have the opportunity to stammer, it is more affordable than watching the sword dance." ”

When the words came to his mouth, Ning Hongdou felt that it was better not to say it, anyway, even if he said it, most of the fat chefs would not believe it.

A song of neon clothes ends.

Outside the Furong Garden, a group of women in sword uniforms walked over, carrying a huge dinner plate, and went around through the deep path from the side door to the outside of the Ziyun Building, all of them were sword cultivators of the Shen family's sword furnace, well-trained, and did not whisper in a whisper.

Shen Mei'er stood at the front of this group of women, wearing a purple and red mink, the night breeze blowing her hair, the delicate makeup on her cheeks was absolutely beautiful and gorgeous, coupled with the temperament of a cultivator, like a purple bamboo, slim and dazzling.