207 New Year's Eve

Hu Lun curled his lips again, but suddenly thought of a "serious" question: "Miss Luo, this unprecedented delicious food should be enjoyed by Wang first. How can we..."

Luo Wener shook her chopsticks disapprovingly: "What is so easy to make, he wants his own people to taste it first. Anyway, he doesn't know!"

Hu Lun saw that the master smiled first, but after a while the smile gradually solidified and then put on a layer of frost.

The trick has been successful!

Hu Lun wanted to laugh and sigh... I said, master, this boundless country is you, and Mo Xi is also you. Are you a little jealous today?

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When he passed Xu, Qianyu Mofang got up under Hu Lun's repeated urging.

When it comes, don't forget to let Hu Lun take away half of the remaining hundred years of aging from the altar.

Indeed, no one can drink or touch this jar of wine except Wang Shang, or even smell it!

Hu Lun held the wine jar tightly and waited in the snow. After only a while, he waited to become a snowman. The master stood at the door, as if enjoying the snow scenery, but he refused to leave.

Luo Wener held a Meng Zongzhu's oil paper umbrella and covered it on the top of Qianyu's ink head.

Qian Yumo lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.

The snow rose one after another, and a pair of hazy figures could not be cut off. The warmth transmitted by the veins.

Hu Lun looked at this warm scene and suddenly felt that his nose was sour... If he was alone, Hu Lun was alone.

"Clouds..."

Qian Yumo only said two words, and there was no movement.

Hu Lun is anxious. Master, you have something to say. What time is it? I'm afraid that Concubine Ru has already washed up and waited there. Now the relationship with Huiguo is particularly important. Besides, if you don't leave, the little one will really become a snowman.

"Clouds..."

Qian Yumo's voice was a little hoarse. He looked at Luo Wen'er's eyes... The bottom of his eyes were black and white, as clear as water, and because of the snowflakes, there was a layer of fog.

"What's wrong?" Meimu bent: "Is it a little too much? You are really, but a jar of wine is all yours. What's the hurry?

Alas, silly girl, the master is not worried about this, he is...

Thinking of the indulgence of Concubine Ru, the insidiousness of the queen, and the women in the harem who have their own purposes, and the king had to deal with it in order to be boundless, Hu Lun couldn't help sighing.

Those eyes are too clear, as if they can reflect all people's minds, which is unbearable to look at.

Qian Yumo shifted his eyes and only looked at her small hand holding the handle of the umbrella, and the corners of her lips were still hooked: "These days, I can't come here..."

"I know that there are many people in your family, and it is also troublesome for relatives and friends to move around. You don't have to worry about eight flowers. In the past few days, they have finished the New Year's goods and cleaned the whole house. But I didn't do anything, but I've already thought about it. When I send the dumplings to the palace, I'll come back to stir-fry a table of specialty dishes for them, so you can rest assured..."

"I don't have any luck..." Qian Yumo still looked at the little hand and smiled softly.

"That's right," Luo Wener suddenly remembered something. She stuffed the umbrella into Qian Yumo's hand, turned around and picked up a vermilion food box. She was a little embarrassed and said, "This is some extra pastries. I don't know what your wives, concubines and concubines are. Let't take it back and give them a taste. If you like it, just tell me, and I'll give it again. They do..."

Hu Lun's tears almost fell out. Miss Luo, stop talking about it. Do you know how uncomfortable the master feels now?

"Okay..." Qian Yumo still smiled and took the food box: "It's not early. You should also rest early. Wear more clothes on weekdays, and you will make a lot of money again. Don't be reluctant to give up money. Don't run around when you're free, wait for me to..."

The tone suddenly stalled and smiled again: "I'm leaving..."

Holding an umbrella, he turned around with some difficulty and stepped into the vast snow.

Hu Lun hurriedly followed.

I don't know how far I have gone, but the master suddenly stopped and turned around...

He also looked back...

The heavy snow seems to be boundless, covering the whole world and covering everything in the world. However, there is a figure standing at the other end of the snow curtain.

The snowflakes were dense, like fog, and the figure was shadowy and seemed to disappear several times. However, the snowflakes floated obliquely, gathered and scattered, but the figure became particularly clear.

It seemed that he saw them turn their heads. Hu Lun saw that she raised her hand and shook it at them. Even if it's so far away, you can feel her happiness.

The master's footsteps obviously moved, as if he was about to return. Even he gave birth to many unspeakable moods.

At this moment, Hu Lun suddenly felt a little understood why the master liked this woman so much...

"Let's go..."

It was like a sigh, floating in the flying snowflakes.

He hugged the wine jar and followed the master's footsteps...

Heavy snow, fluttering, fascinated the figures at both ends, covering the marks on the ground. However, who can say that after the snow melts, it will not hold out a clear world?

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New Year's Eve in 1880, snow.

On New Year's Eve, all restaurants and restaurants have long been closed. The room is dark, and only red lanterns are hung outside to add festive celebrations, looking forward to next year's full of gold and silver.

However, there is a restaurant, which is full of joy inside and outside.

The red gauze lamp under the eaves swayed in the wind and snow, dyeing the three elegant golden characters of "Tianxiang Tower" into a glow, adding a little golden light to the sound of firecrackers from time to time.

Such a festival is to reunite with relatives. However, if you look along the window lattice of the yellow light, you will find that the second child of Tianxiang Building is busy, but the tables and chairs in the store are neat and there is no guest.

The second children are all energetic and red, as if they are ready to meet a major event.

"The shopkeeper, it's the first moment of You..." Zhao Yi stood at the entrance of the stairs and shouted with his neck up.

"I know." Zhang's mother answered him.

After a while, she poked her head out of the door and combed her two hairs. It was Zhang's mother's daughter Mei'er, blinking a pair of big hairy eyes with a mischievous atmosphere.

"What are you urging? The shopkeeper said that the people in the palace only arrived..."

Zhao Yi touched his head and smiled shyly. However, after a while, his loud voice came upstairs again: "Shopkeeper, it's now..."

The person in the kitchen laughs.

Luo Wener was pinching the lace for the dumplings and asked Cuifeng to bring the curtain next to Meier: "Go, Meier, cook this curtain dumplings for the brothers downstairs and let them gag their mouths!"

"Okay!" Meier brought dumplings and was about to turn around.

"Slow down, if it's broken, I won't break your leg!" Zhang's mother said andly.

"What would you like to reward me if it's done?" Meier got into half of her head from the curtain, pouted her little mouth, and her eyelashes flashed like flying butterfly wings: "Why don't you get some New Year's money!"

"Bad girl, do you know how to settle accounts with your mother at such an old age? OK, I'll reward you! I'll reward you with a rolling pin!"

One sentence made everyone laugh.

"I learned from the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said that if you want to make money, you have to insert a needle at every opportunity!"

Everyone laughed again.

Luo Wener put down the dumplings and wiped her hands on her apron: "Your mother's money still needs to be saved as a dowry for you. Isn't it all yours every quarter? But looking at your heart, I have a good thing. I don't know if you like it or not..."

Zhang's mother was anxious and quickly put down the work in her hand, but before she could wipe her hand, she saw Luo Wener take out a silver collar from her arms with a small lock hanging on it.

Although she can't read, she also knows that it must be "long life".

"The shopkeeper's..." The eyes are so red.

Mei'er held the dumplings and couldn't hide. She looked at the collar hanging around her neck.

"This can be trapped!" Luo Wener smiled and said, "I asked for it from Jingyue'an. It's very effective!"

"Meier, don't you thank the shopkeeper?" Zhang's mother wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you, shopkeeper!" Mei Er thanked her clearly, looked at the silver collar happily, turned around and ran away: "Brother Zhao Yi, look at my silver collar..."

"The shopkeeper..." Zhang's mother still wanted to speak. Luo Wener had pulled her to the front of the table: "We have to hurry up. Zhao Yi should call again later..."

"Really, I had nothing to do with them today, but I had to join in the fun. Look, I had to make a copy for them. It was obviously here to eat and drink. Shopkeeper, you have to collect their money!"

Although Cuifeng was not angry, she still gently put the exquisitely wrapped dumplings on the curtain.

"Is it to join in the fun or for something else... Zhang's mother, do you know?" Luo Wener winked at Zhang's mother.

Zhang's mother immediately lengthen her tone: "How do I know? Sister Li, do you know?

Sister Li shook her head, glanced at Cuifeng and smiled.

"You know, Suli?"

Su Li brushed her hair, squeezed her mouth and smiled.

The rest of Yao Hong and Danmei pointed to Cuifeng without asking and smiled: "If you want to understand this reason, I'm afraid you have to ask Cuifeng..."

Cuifeng blushed and lost her dumplings, but she could not leave or stay.

"We have seen clearly about you two for a long time. What else is hidden?" Luo Wener scooped up the stuffing, put it on the dumpling skin, and quickly pinched a pattern: "When we pass this and spring, let Zhao Yi propose marriage..."

"No, the shopkeeper!" Cuifeng refused.

The blush on his face gradually sank, lowered his eyes, and slowly picked up a dumpling wrapper: "I don't deserve him..."

"Because of that deed of sale?" Luo Wen'er didn't raise her head either.

In this time and space, perhaps throughout ancient times, the concept of hierarchy has always been very strict. Although Zhao Yi is a civilian, he is at least free. Cuifeng was sold as a domestic servant with her parents when she was a child, and they all signed a death deed. Now she has been transferred many times and has long lost contact with her parents.

Such a person is a very lowly person in this era.

"At worst, I'll burn that piece of paper."

Luo Wen'er's tone was soft, but she shocked Cuifeng and everyone like thunder.