In the rainy season, the summer solstice has not yet arrived.

The drizzle was silent, and in the open space outside the grass house, two teenagers sat opposite each other.

There are several plates of food on the table at random, including meat, vegetarian and soup, although it is simple, it is also complete.

Jiang Xiaoman supported his head on the table with his hands, and sighed in his heart that he couldn't see that this fierce little girl's craftsmanship was really extraordinary, although she hadn't moved her chopsticks yet, she couldn't help but move her index finger just by smelling the smell.

The vegetarian dish is simple, stir-fry a plate of freshly sprouted lotus root slices, and then serve with a plate of summer bamboo shoots cooked in water and mixed with green plums and salt.

Tender white lotus root slices, emerald green summer bamboo shoots, there is a way is white lotus root, summer green bamboo shoots, and the immortals should also look back.

Compared with these two plates of vegetarian food, in fact, Jiang Xiaoman is more staring at the two plates of meat, perhaps because of the gentle wind and drizzle in the mountains at this time, his sense of smell has become surprisingly sensitive, if you really want to talk about it, the nose of the mountain hound can be more sensitive than him.

In addition to the earthy fragrance of pear blossoms, there is also the spicy and fragrant soup smell that penetrates into the tip of the nose.

The vegetarian dishes are simple, and the meat dishes are exquisite, which can be regarded as one of the few mastery at the bottom of the box that the little girl learned from the "Fancheng Female Chef God".

It is not difficult to take the material, the fat sea bass in the stream, the thin skin and thick meat of the big snail in the wild rice field, the fish has to be stewed with water tofu, the snail should be fried with a few pinches of red pepper and pepper, and then a few small flowers carved from the flesh of the snow pear that have just turned green are not yet ripe on the edge of the plate.

"Hey, Jiang Xiaoworm, is it that I don't make it delicious, why do you only eat vegetarian and not meat?" Ji Xiaoyue looked at the young man and frowned, and put bamboo shoots and lotus root into his mouth, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the two plates of meat, and he couldn't help but pout: "Aren't you afraid that I will poison the dish?"

The little girl was simple-minded, and made a table of dishes with her heart, for fear that the ginger worm would find it unpalatable, and she wouldn't even be able to keep the stupid guy's stomach when the time came......

Where would she know the tangled mood in the young man's heart at this moment.

Really, why should you mention meat when you should have made a big wish to say that you would not eat vegetables for the rest of your life? Why do you say that you will not eat meat for the rest of your life?

I kept chewing the lotus root slices and the tips of the green bamboo shoots, although the taste is also fragrant, but where will there be a meaty aroma if it is fragrant!

You must know that the young men who were born in the border areas, whether they are large or small, are all masters of no meat and no joy.

For Jiang Xiaoman, not eating meat for a day is undoubtedly equivalent to his life.

However, the immortal fathers-in-law may have let Ji Xiaoyue recover her health because of hearing their prayers, if they ate meat, would they anger the immortal grandfathers of the Nine Heavens......

The boy couldn't help but sigh softly when he thought of it.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you, this hero has been practicing a new kind of exercise recently, and he can't get a little meat during his cultivation, and he needs to maintain a state of emptiness and clarity. Jiang Xiaoman forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the two plates of fragrant meat, turned his head and pretended to be relaxed and said to the little girl, but the tears in his heart couldn't stop flowing again.

Goodbye, little meats!

Being a hero is really a technical job, but a hero always has to make a promise.

Nodding secretly, Jiang Xiaoman was not so entangled, and filled a bowl of white rice with crisp and delicious white lotus root and green bamboo shoots from the wooden barrel on the side of the table, and picked up the rice with all his might, but it was quite fragrant.

Seeing that the young man was eating vigorously, Ji Xiaoyue regained her happy appearance, and nodded with a smile and satisfaction.

Suddenly, the little girl seemed to remember something, screamed softly and patted her head hard, and said with annoyance that there was really no one in this memory!

Before Jiang Xiaoman came back to his senses, he saw Ji Xiaoyue disappear like a gust of wind, and then after a while, he saw her sweating profusely and running back with a yellow mud jar still stained with damp soil in her arms.

The jar is ordinary, it is a jar made of yellow mud that ordinary people in the border area can see at home, and it holds some pickles or home-brewed wine or something on weekdays.

The people in the border areas like to drink alcohol, whether it is rice wine, sorghum wine, or fruit wine made from red and yellow fruits, which are all common drinks at home.

In the past, when the border army went out to fight, every family sent each other to give the soldiers a big bowl of majestic wine, hoping for an early victory.

There is a way that Mo Xiaobian's family is full of wine, and the soldiers are strong enough chickens and dolphins!

"I've been buried for so long, and I don't know if the brewing has been successful?" Ji Xiaoyue put the yellow clay jar on the table, carefully took the cloth to wipe off the remaining soil on the side of the jar, and whispered to herself.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Xiaoyue still lifted the sealing mud on the jar, and in an instant, a sweet and sour taste spread in the air, not as fragrant as wine, nor as strong as liquor, and this taste was also mixed with a faint smell of herbs.

"Is this wine?" Jiang Xiaoman sniffed and asked, his eyes wide.

"Well, mulberry wine..."Ji Xiaoyue took out two delicate jade cups from her arms, put them on the table, picked up the big yellow mud wine jar, and poured a full cup for each of the two jade cups.

The red-black wine syrup rippled in the jade cup, there was rain today but it was not heavy, it hit the body just right, and there were faint small droplets of water falling from the sky into the wine glass, making a subtle ticking sound.

"Before and after the rainy season, you have to drink some mulberry wine, which is appetizing and nourishes qi and blood. Ji Xiaoyue handed a jade cup to the young man in front of her, and said with a smile: "Taste it..."

Jiang Xiaoman smacked his lips, he originally wanted to say that he was not yet eighteen years old and couldn't drink, but this wine was all in his mouth, how could he not drink as a hero?

I simply took the wine glass and raised it all.

I only felt that the tip of the tongue was a faint and bitter at first, and then the bitterness disappeared after a while, turning into a light astringency, although astringent but sweet, and finally the sweet and sour taste echoed in the mouth.

When swallowed into the stomach, I only feel that the throat is burning hot, and then accompanied by the cool raindrops hitting the skin, there is an indescribable comfort.

"This wine...?" Jiang Xiaoman drank a glass, looking at the little girl, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, it seems that this wine is not just made with mulberries, otherwise the bitter taste will not be so strong.

"Well, I also put some peonies and peonies when I made wine, and if I want to drink mulberry wine in this rainy season, I also have to eat some peonies and peonies, which are passed down from Cangjie, one of the ancestors of our human race. Ji Xiaoyue said happily, what she said is also true, the Ji clan of Beihai Country does have such a tradition, after three days of rain, mulberry wine is used for drinking, peony is the head, and peony is the end of the tradition.

It is said that the ancestor of the Ji family is Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, one of the five emperors of ancient times, and that Cangjie is a subordinate of the Yellow Emperor, so it is not surprising that this custom can be passed down.

"How is it, it tastes good, right?" Ji Xiaoyue said proudly with her small chin raised, she also drank a full cup, her face was flushed at this time, her eyes were slightly blurred, and a pair of big eyes stared at Jiang Xiaoman.

"Well, it's really delicious, it's just that, my mother said that when you go out, you have to drink less of this wine......" Jiang Xiaoman took the cup and smelled the faint aroma of wine left in the cup, and said with a chuckle: "But ah, this life must be happy, in order to celebrate the recovery of our first female snitch in Fancheng, this wine must be drunk well, and then fill it for me!"

"Virtue!" Ji Xiaoyue picked up the yellow clay altar and snorted, rolled her eyes, and poured a full cup for the young man.

"Jiang Xiaoworm, I miss my mother a little. Ji Xiaoyue rested her chin on the table, sighed softly and said: "Listen to my father, when I was in Beihai Country, every household would brew some mulberry wine for the next year during the rainy season, but thousands of households did not have the good taste brewed by my mother." ”

"Then your mother must also be a very beautiful and ingenious beauty!" Jiang Xiaoman followed the little girl's words, he thought about it and added: "Just like my mother, my mother is also very, very beautiful, and the osmanthus cake made by my mother is also very famous in Vermilion Bird City." ”

"Yes, Aunt Lin is indeed a real beauty..."The little girl muttered to herself, since she knew that the county lord who had an excellent temperament and was the mother of this guy, Jiang Xiaoworm, she couldn't help but rely more on the young man in front of her.

Ji Xiaoyue felt that, just like the unnamed Taoist chief who she met when she was hiding from the rain in Fancheng at the beginning, she would meet a destined person when she was eighteen years old, and that person would bring her her fate and law, and then she would always live happily and carefree.

But before and after, she met only Jiang Xiaoworm, who was willing to be called by herself without complaint, and after carrying the black pot for herself so many times stupidly, she was still able to be happy and not be annoyed.

On that day, Lin Mei handed over Ji Xiaoyue 18 letters in the chaotic small world, which were handwritten by the little girl's mother, Zisu, and left to Xiaoyue.

The little girl was reluctant to open them all, and after hesitating for a long time, she only opened the first one.

The first letter did not have many words, only a few paragraphs, but between the lines it revealed the doting of a mother on her child.

"My dearest little moon, it's a pity that my mother can't grow up with you, but my mother will pray day and night on the other side of the world, may you grow up happily and safely, and hope that when you grow up, there will be a man like your father, treat you as before, and hurt you to the bone. When you meet, even if it will be separated temporarily, as long as it is worth it, what does it matter if you wait for him every year. ”

That day, Ji Xiaoyue asked Lin Mei if she resented her mother for a man she had only known for a short time, and she had turned her back on herself like a sister.

Aunt Lin first smiled lightly, touched her head, and said that maybe she hated it in the past, and she didn't understand why such a simple and happy Shiso girl would become so troubled because of a man, and finally even went so far as to turn her back on Beihai Country, the Wood Demon Clan, and her sister, who spoiled her and loved her.

But later, when the county lord herself met a man who was the whole world in her eyes, she gradually understood Ji Xiao's mood at that time.

Especially on the wedding night, when Uncle Jiang lifted the red hijab on Aunt Lin's head and whispered from now on, you are my wife.

Ji Xiaoyue still remembers that when Aunt Lin told her about this that day, her cheeks were red like a little daughter.

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help but sneak a glance at Jiang Xiaoman, who was chattering to herself and didn't know what she was talking to herself, her yellow hair fluttering slightly with the mountain breeze.

She has always forgotten to say that if a woman from the Ji clan in Beihai meets a beloved man, she must invite him to drink a glass of mulberry wine.

Mulberry wine, also known as Sansheng wine, one drink is bitter, two drinks are sweet, and three drinks are aftertaste.

There are 3,000 fine wines in the world, and only a drink of mulberries can best interpret the three lives and three lives.

The little girl's cheeks were red and her big eyes narrowed slightly, she watched the young man drink softly, picked up the big yellow clay jar and drank it all, and then flew up and picked up the gentian silver spear and danced solo under the moon, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, muttering to herself in a low voice.

"Jiang Xiaoworm, I still like you very much, like Fancheng pear blossoms falling in the rain, stretching endlessly. ”