Ma Yu said: "Isn't this a slot?" Yang Guo nodded and said, "Yes, it's dumplings." But he didn't know that the "slot" that Ma Yu said was the same as the "dumpling" he thought was a different word.

Ma Yu asked with some confusion: "What is the purpose of you deliberately bringing these slots?" Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Of course it's the New Year! Don't you eat dumplings during the New Year?" Ma Yu smiled and said: "Who told you to eat dumplings during the New Year? ”

Yang Guo was confused at this moment, and said in his heart: "Grandma's, isn't this Zhongnanshan in the north? Why don't people here eat dumplings during the New Year? What is this glutton?"

Ma Yu smiled and explained to him what "gluttony" was, Yang Guo listened to Ma Yu's explanation, and after thinking for a long time, he secretly said in his heart: "Grandma's, isn't this the 'noodle soup' in the previous life? The people of the Song Dynasty are so pitiful, they can't even eat dumplings during the New Year!"

Yang Guo originally wanted to surprise Ma Yu, but he didn't expect it to be in vain, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Shi Bozu, this noodle ...... Well, you've been eating this dumpling for so many years, you must be tired of eating it, and today you can change your taste and try the dumplings made for you!"

Ma Yu saw his look of anticipation, and said in his heart: "It's rare for a child to have this piece of filial piety, but I really can't go against his will, it's just a meal, what's the matter with what to eat?" He reached out and took a finished dumpling and looked at it, and asked, "Come on, you made all this slot yourself, when did you learn to make this?"

Yang Guo nodded and said as a matter of course: "Yes, I did all this." I used to live alone, and no one taught me how to do it, so I had to tinker with it myself, and after a few attempts, I was able to do it. Ma Yu felt sour when he heard this, and sighed in his heart: "It's hard for him to have a child, and he makes a living by himself at a young age." ”

After Yang Guo finished offering the dumplings, he opened the small sack again, took out a few green onions, a few vegetables and a small bag of eggs wrapped in oilcloth, and said: "Shi Bozu, the dumplings are left for dinner and then eaten, now that noon is approaching, I will cook a bowl of noodles for you first, this is Guo'er's specialty!"

Ma Yu smiled and nodded, and the boy took Yang over to the kitchen. Ma Yu cultivated in the back mountain, and it is impossible for three meals a day to be delivered by people, so there is also a stove here, and there will be someone to send noodles and vegetables every ten days and a half months, and the boy will cook by himself. Everything was ready, and Yang Guo showed his skills and began to make lunch.

So on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Yang came to the first craft of the Condor World - noodles came out, and he didn't want to think about it, who ate noodles during the New Year? But Ma Yu didn't care about him, that child was happy and leisurely, and it was decided by Yang Guo alone.

Fortunately, Yang Guo's craftsmanship is really not covered, and after a busy life, he brought up three bowls of steaming handmade eggs to beat the lo mein, the noodles are white and tender, and the braised seeds look attractive in color.

Yang Guo held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, came to Ma Yu, and flattered: "Master Bozu, you can taste it." Ma Yu swallowed his saliva unconsciously and said with a smile: "Okay, it looks pretty good." ”

It's really embarrassing for Ma Yu, as the head of Taoism in the world, the Quanzhen Sect is in charge, and he doesn't even have a decent meal on weekdays.

As soon as Ma Yu moved his chopsticks, Yang Guo and the boy were no longer reserved and polite, and picked up the bowl and ate for a while, and the sound of "purring-purring" eating noodles suddenly sounded in the small wooden house, which was very indecent. Of course, the makers of the sound are Yang Guo and Na Daotong, and Ma Yu is a master, and even eating a meal is slow and meticulous, with a master's demeanor.

A large bowl of noodles looks like a lot, but it tastes extremely fast, and the three bowls of noodles quickly see the bottom. Ma Yu put down the bowl and praised it: "Well, it tastes good." Yang Guo was proud in his heart and persuaded: "Then I'll cook you another bowl." Ma Yu shook his head and said, "It is not advisable to eat too much, those who practice martial arts should know how to be temperate, and they should not be too greedy in everything." ”

Yang Guo secretly rolled his eyes, thinking, "Isn't it just a meal? Where did you get so much attention?" The Dao Tong licked the corners of his mouth, and the idea of asking for another bowl suddenly died in his abdomen, and the head of the sect had already said so, he couldn't do without a little look.

Ma Yu enjoyed a meal of 21st century super food, his body and mind were very comfortable, and he felt that he should show his concern for Yang Guo, so he said: "Guo'er, I heard your Uncle Hao say that you had a big disaster yesterday?

Yang Guo couldn't help but secretly slander himself: "Okay, you Hao Datong, I'm just a little shrimp, and it's worth your acting head to make a small report?" He showed a pitiful look on his face, and shouted: "Shi Bozu, you don't know, that Lu Qingdu is ruthless to Guo'er, if it weren't for the fact that you passed on a few life-saving kung fu, you would never see him again!"

Ma Yu was taken aback and asked, "Is it really so serious?" Yang Guo nodded desperately and replied: "How dare Guo'er deceive in front of you? If you can't believe it, you can ask Uncle Hao for everything." Ma Yu nodded and said, "If this is the case, I can't blame you." ”

Yang Guo was reluctant to mention these unhappy things during the New Year, and remembered that there was still something that was not displayed, so he said: "Shi Bozu, I see that you haven't posted a couplet here, and it just so happens that Guo'er has nothing to write two pictures, and you can give a comment." Ma Yu couldn't help but be interested, and said, "You still have such a skill, hurry up and get it!"

Yang Guo took out the last unopened wooden box in the wooden box, opened it, took out a folded pair of red paper from it, and presented it to Ma Yu.

Ma Yu took it, stretched out his hand to take a look, and couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "You are really ......" He couldn't help but shake his head again, it seemed that he couldn't find the right words to describe it. The boy turned his head and peeked at it, and suddenly the corners of his mouth were grinning, his expression was strange, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Yang Guo really blushed this time, how could he write any calligraphy? It would be good to be able to recognize all the traditional characters, and this was thanks to Huang Rong's teaching of the Four Books and Five Classics. He was anxious to regain the face he had lost, so he urged: "What does it matter whether this character is written well or not? The key depends on the content! Shi Bozu, take a closer look." ”

Ma Yu put his eyes on the paper again, and read softly in his mouth: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful in winter, and the peaches and plums are fragrant in spring." After pondering for a moment, he said: "Well, this pair is good, the battle is very neat, and the content is quite fresh, not bad, very good, it can be rated as a good work, but there is a horizontal pair?"

"Here!" Yang Guo took out a one-foot-long horizontal pair from the wooden box and handed it to Ma Yu. Ma Yu saw that it was the words "New Year's Good Luck", nodded and said: "Although it is more popular, it can also cover the general idea." Yang Guo said with a smile: "This pair is for the common people, who can understand it if it is so profound?" Ma Yu couldn't help but nod in agreement, and said: "For the purpose of conveying meaning, this is reasonable." Didn't you write two letters? ”