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Seeing that no one did it, Aunt Hua smiled and scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth. She said, "Don't worry. The raw materials of this porridge are very rare. According to the person who gave this secret recipe, this porridge can prolong life. Drinking a bowl is more effective than eating ginseng soup. And what's more rare is that this porridge tastes very good. Unfortunately, the raw materials are limited. We can only provide one bowl for each guest, and most of them are gone.

Seeing that Aunt Hua had taken the lead in eating, the guests left their worries, picked up the bowls and ate them, and suddenly exclaimed one after another.

Liu Shaoyun's eyes are round at this moment. After eating for 18 years, he didn't know that he had eaten for nothing for so many years. Unexpectedly, he didn't know that there was such a beautiful thing in the world. He always thought that the chef of Honghulou's craftsmanship was the best, but he could guarantee that even the chef of Honghulou could not make the delicious peach blossom porridge in front of him. Because this delicacy is not because of craftsmanship or seasonings, but from the ingredients themselves. When you eat it in your mouth, it is full of fragrance. After swallowing it, you feel that the pores all over your body are stretched out.

"My mother, what is this made of? How can it be so delicious?" Zhong Zicheng next to him exclaimed in a low voice. If it hadn't been for the people who came today, he would try his best to suppress his personality. He would have shouted like a captain of the bodyguard, "Give me another big bowl."

A small bowl of porridge, no matter how slow it is, will soon bottom out. The guests who went to the banquet did not feel satisfied and looked at Aunt Hong and Aunt Hua eagerly.

Aunt Hong sighed and said, "I know you have never had a good time. Unfortunately, this porridge is really gone. All the ingredients we can get have been used up, and we have only cooked 320 bowls. We sent a total of 300 invitations, and there were a total of 310 guests present today, which means that we only have ten more bowls of porridge. Just now, Aunt Hua and I have eaten one bowl each, leaving one for Miss Meng, and now there are only seven bowls left. Can you tell me how to divide these seven bowls?

Most of the invitations are limited to one person, but some invitations are still allowed to bring a companion. For example, those sent to Prince Qian's Mansion are allowed to travel together, so the number of guests is slightly more than the number of invitations, which is not difficult to understand. However, it makes them regret that the amount of this porridge is so small that it is impossible to eat more.

"Aunt Hong, please make an offer. I'll buy another bowl of this porridge." A young man stood up and said to Aunt Hong.

Seeing what he said, the men on the side reacted and agreed one after another, with a fair bidding posture.

Aunt Hong hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong. No matter how precious today's porridge is, it is served for everyone for free. This also represents the heart of the owner. How can you spend money? Besides, everyone has seen today's show. We burned for six days and six nights and burned hundreds of thousands of kilograms of precious smokeless charcoal fire just to create a warm atmosphere for everyone. How could we care about these bowls of porridge? Even if the real value of this porridge is equivalent to gold, we will not charge you a penny. It's enough to give us face to come here today. We are very grateful. If the owner knows that we still collect porridge money, I'm afraid you can only see us begging along the street with wooden sticks.

Aunt Hong's clever words explain the value of porridge, and repeatedly declare that there is no charge, and even praise the guests, so that every guest feels that the other party respects himself so much and feels very useful. At the same time, he also gently refused to sell the remaining seven bowls of porridge.

While everyone was still immersed in the wonderful taste of peach blossom porridge, a few gently plucked strings came from the small stage. Just now, when everyone's attention was attracted by peach blossom porridge, a woman in a purple gauze skirt walked to the stage without anyone finding it, with two maids beside her.

The woman's long hair casually put a bun on her head and inserted it diagonally with a jade hairpin. Under the bun was a wide cap, and the long white gauze covered her face tightly. Except for a pair of jade hands carved like white jade, you can't see anything.

"Dream girl." Aunt Hong turned around when she heard the sound of the piano. When she saw the woman, she bowed respectfully and said, "Have you seen Miss Meng, are you ready to play?"

They don't know what the dream girl is. All they know is that they must be respectful to the dream girl. It seems that the dream girl is very close to the mysterious master, so they dare not neglect her.

"Since all the guests have arrived, the little girl is also here to show their ugliness." Miss Meng didn't seem to have the interest in chatting with the guests. Her ten fingers gently slid across the strings of the guzheng and began to play by herself.

Zhong Zicheng has always suspected that this mysterious woman is Qinrou Junjun himself, but when he heard the dream girl's mouth just now, he knew that it must not be her. Qinrou Junjun's voice is very soft, but there is a slight chill in this softness. The dream girl's voice was much lower than hers. Although she was indifferent, she did not show a chill, so he concluded that this person was by no means Qinrou Jun.

However, although this person is not Qinrou Junjun, he has nothing to do with her. When Zhong Zicheng's eyes fell on the maid beside him, he was very sure to think so. The maid who had contacted him many times was standing behind the dream girl at this moment. Although she was also covered with a veil, he still recognized her at a glance.

The dream girl's guzheng is melodious and clear. If the peach blossom porridge just now makes people's body light, this piano sound can make people's soul float. As soon as I ate the peerless porridge, I heard the wonderful sound of the piano and the beauty of the double feeling, which immediately made everyone present intoxicated. Even Zhong Zicheng, a thick person, was a little fluttering.

Dream girl doesn't seem to be a talkative person. She just bows her head and plays without even a greeting. But everyone present was intoxicated by the beautiful piano sound, and no one cared about her rudeness at all.

The song is a very common "Wind into Pine". Many people will regard this song as an exercise repertoire for learning the piano, because the rhythm of this song is soothing and the requirements for performance skills are not very high. But in the hands of the dream girl, this ordinary song glows with magical charm. Hearing this song, it seemed that he had walked into a quiet forest. Because he had just eaten peach blossom porridge, the fragrance of peach blossoms was still floating in the forest. With the warm environment, he brought the listener into the spring scenery.

After playing a song, the dream girl got up and walked down from the back of the small stage, as if she appeared just to play a song at this moment, and she even owed a few words to chat with the guests.

Wait for everyone to come to their senses, people have gone to Taiwan, and the beauty is calm.

"Where's the dream girl? Invite her back quickly." Many people with head and face can't sit still at this moment. They shouted to Aunt Hong and Aunt Hua, "Such a fairy voice, you can play another song at any cost."

Aunt Hong quickly jumped to the small stage and shouted, "Gentlemen, Miss Meng only plays one song in public, which has long been explained. If you still want to continue to listen to her play, please show one of your talents. Miss Meng will choose outstanding talents from among you to play alone. You can also recite poems and talk about writings with her. However, the choice is completely up to the dream girl. We not only don't accept a penniless, but also give away a bowl of peach blossom porridge, and the other six bowls of porridge are also given to you who have a skill. What do you think?"

Just now, there were seven more bowls of peach blossom porridge, and Aunt Hong insisted on not selling it. At this moment, there is no explanation on how to distribute it. It happened to be distributed under this name. The guests all felt that it was indeed a very fair way, so they agreed one after another.

Therefore, there are grinding, some bowing their heads and meditating, some shaking their heads, frowning and scraping their intestines, and all kinds of postures are presented. Aunt Hong and Aunt Hua looked at each other, and most of the people in front of them were contemptuous. Although these people look like old academics, in fact, most of them have made drafts at home. They just come here to show off and will not answer on the spot at all.

Aunt Hong cleared her throat again and shouted, "In order not to be biased, these seven bowls of porridge are divided into two parts: civil and martial arts. In view of the fact that there are also generals among the guest officials, you have no problem with dividing two bowls to the distinguished guest officials with outstanding martial arts."

Of course, Zhong Zicheng's military attache officers who come to the banquet are overjoyed. It's better to cut off their heads and write poems. Even if they really cut off their heads, they couldn't write anything, so they had already given up. I didn't expect that Aunt Hong could understand them and make up two places for them.