When Yue Linglong saw her father's appearance, she hurriedly stopped: "Dad, you don't have to open your eyes, you don't need to see this thing." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Oh?" Yue Hongtang opened a slit in his eyes, closed them again, and said with a smile: "What kind of good thing? ”

Yue Linglong smiled and beckoned to the maid next to her, asking her to lead edamame in.

Seeing this, the maid understood what she wanted, and hurriedly walked to the door and called edamame in.

Edamame put the mountain phoenix soup on the table, stepped aside, Tong'er took the bowl and spoon, slowly opened the black and purple casserole, and suddenly a rich and tender meat aroma swept in with the rising mist.

The white and tender pheasant chicken, in the sparkling casserole, is like an iceberg floating on the snow sea, the meat bones are fragrant and tender, a few slightly raised mushrooms, like spring bamboo shoots that emerge after the rain, and the pink and tender mushroom meat is as fat as jade.

More than a dozen Chinese medicinal materials with different characteristics are mixed in pheasants and shiitake mushrooms, and the stew at a high temperature in Baidu makes it overflow with the fragrance of herbs.

The old sake in the soup is an exclusive feature, both in terms of the color of the soup and its taste, which can be said to be second to none.

Tong'er served it twice, Yue Linglong stepped forward with a smile, and said with a smile: "Tong'er, let me come." ”

The maid nodded and stepped aside.

"Miss, this Master Liu's craftsmanship is really good. Tong'er leaned into Yue Linglong's ear and smiled.

Yue Linglong saw the mountain phoenix soup in the casserole, smiled and nodded, smelling such delicious and mellow pheasant chicken, it was the first time for her to feel that there was such a delicious thing.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Master Liu's cooking is not only so good, but also so good at cooking this mountain phoenix soup. ”

Edamame, who was not far away, listened to their words, and a smug look crossed his face.

When the maid Tong'er saw his overjoyed face, she couldn't help but glance at him, and murmured at the corner of her mouth: "I'm not talking about you, what are you proud of." ”

Yue Linglong, who was on the side, shook her head helplessly, her temper was a bit like herself, and she and Zhuo Yifan had appeared more than once in such a scene.

Just when Yue Linglong was still rejoicing at this recollection, Yue Hongtang, who was lying on the bed, couldn't hold it back.

"Linglong, what is it? Why don't you bring it over, it's too fragrant. Yue Hongtang urged.

Yue Linglong hurriedly regained her mind and said, "Dad, I'll come." After speaking, he took the soup and walked over quickly.

Yue Linglong didn't bring him the soup immediately, but swam around in front of his nose, smelling the increasingly rich fragrance in front of his nose, Yue Hongtang was suddenly shocked: "What the hell is this, why is it so fragrant!"

"Dad, guess!" Yue Linglong said playfully.

Yue Hongtang shook his head and said, "There is so much to eat, how can my father guess it." ”

Yue Linglong smiled, thinking that it was also, eating thousands of foods, if you really want to guess, there is really a needle in a haystack.

"This is Shanfeng soup, I asked Master Liu to make it. ”

"I smelled the fragrance just now, but I'm not sure, I'm afraid that if I say it, you'll say that Daddy is a gluttonous cat. ”

"Hahaha......" Yue Linglong smiled when she heard this, and felt a little relieved when she saw that her father still had the heart to joke.

"Dad, you're not a gluttonous cat, we already have the title of a gluttonous cat. ”

"Who?" Yue Hongtang pretended not to know.

"Me!" Yue Linglong pointed at herself.

Yue Hongtang nodded and said, "Yes, you clever ghost, you have been a gluttonous cat since you were a child. ”

"Dad, I'll feed you, this soup should be drunk while it's hot. As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful for Yue Hongtang and slowly put it to his lips.

Such a move reminded Yue Hongtang, who was depressed, of the old time when he used to feed Yue Linglong. Now those days are gone, but for him, they are the happiest thing.

"Dad, originally I wanted to learn to make this soup for you, but my daughter had something just now, so it was delayed. She smiled and said, "But don't worry, in the days to come, I will also learn a few crafts myself, and I will honor you well." ”

"It is said that my daughter is my father's intimate little padded jacket, which is really true. Yue Hongtang's heart was warm, and he said with relief: "Linglong, you have really grown up, and my father feels very warm." ”

Yue Linglong pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes! ”

She waved her hand to the two at the door, and they nodded and withdrew, she wanted to be alone with her father, because her time was running out, and in this little time, she wanted to use all her enthusiasm on his father.

Looking at her father's growing old, Yue Linglong's eyes were full of tears, but it was only because her father was in front of her that she gritted her teeth and tried her best to control it.

And Yue Hongtang, who was lying on the bed, was drinking the chicken soup she brought to her mouth, while talking about the naughty things she had done when she was a child.

For a while, the two laughed non-stop, and the room was full of spring.

People are old, easy to be nostalgic, people are happy, easy to be nostalgic, people are sad, and they are more nostalgic.

Stories came out of Yue Hongtang's mouth, and pictures kept emerging in Yue Linglong's mind, pulling his thoughts back to a long time ago.

The father and daughter reminisced together, belonging to their past, and in the warm room, no one disturbed, only laughter, embellished with this warm moment.

......

After more than ten days of fast horsework, when night fell, Zhuo Yifan and the others finally returned to Liangcheng, the place he was most familiar with.

With the abundance of shadows, the scenery of Liangcheng is in a vague haze, adding a bit of mystery. In order to move forward smoothly, Zhuo Yifan and his party had to light the torch.

Before entering Zhuojian Villa, reflecting the dim firelight, I saw a purple couplet pasted in front of the door, which was a unique custom in Liangcheng. Whenever someone in the family died, black letters would be written on that purple papyrus paper as a memorial service.

Although it has not been many days since the funeral of his grandfather Mu Liangsheng, the purple couplets have faded a lot, adding a sense of solemnity in the whistling north wind.

When he came to the door of Zhuo Jian Villa, Zhuo Yifan signaled a few followers not to shout the door, but to stand silently at the door and listen to the sound of the wind. He wanted to feel the desolation left by Zhuo Jian Villa because of his grandfather's murder, and he wanted to let himself remember this heartache, so as to remind himself not to forget to avenge his grandfather.

At this time, he only felt that the village was very quiet, not as noisy and noisy as in the previous daytime, but as dead silent.

Such a scene is a bit strange, although the death of my grandfather must have brought great harm and sorrow to the family, but it should not be so dead.

After a while, he raised his hand and patted it towards the door.

But no one responded for a long time.

"Squeaky ......"

Zhuo Yifan gently pushed open the door, and as soon as he looked up, he was instantly stunned. (To be continued.) )