Ask This Spring

In the past, Huan Shen was very disgusted with Zhuo's, but some things left a deep impression in his mind. For example, Zhuo's was chased and bitten by a dog when he was young. Although the injury was not serious, he only scratched a layer of oily skin. She did not bleed, but she still avoided poultry and livestock.

And on New Year’s Eve last year, Zhuo had just married into Huan’s family. When she set off firecrackers, she kept covering her ears with her hands, frowning, as if she was greatly troubled.

There was a deafening noise coming from now, and Zhuo's face did not see the slightest disgust, and he could even do the work in the kitchen in an orderly manner; there was also the mountain lying in the shack, and the piles were all different.

An oil lamp was placed on the table. Even if the light was dim and dim, Huan Shen could clearly see the woman's appearance. A face completely different from the previous one, faintly with a shadow from before, but it seemed like two people.

If he remembers correctly, Zhuo's is already seventeen this year, and he is not a seven or eight-year-old child. In just six months, even if he opened it long, such a big change would not happen.

Huan Shen raised his hand suddenly, and brushed his fingertips across the white and delicate ears. This kind of action was considered rude to Meng Lang. Zhuo Lian was taken aback, stood up suddenly, curled his eyebrows and asked, "Uncle, you guys. What are you doing?"

"Sister-in-law, don't get me wrong. Just now you have a centipede lying on your cheek. It's obviously nine cold days. I didn't expect that this kind of worm hasn't stopped." The young man pointed his finger at the mud, and there was a small worm wriggling on it.

Zhuo Lian suspected that the moment had disappeared without a trace, raised his hand and patted his forehead, only to feel that she was used to thinking and thinking, she was just an ordinary woman, how could she be worthy of letting the future Lord Zhen Guo lie?

"Everything is almost packed. Uncle, let's go back to the room and rest." When the words were over, she took a basin of hot water and walked into the house, and fell asleep after washing.

Huan Shen gave a humble sound, subconsciously rubbing his fingertips, the smooth and soft touch is very special, like the finest silk, but also like the mellow butter. Settling his mind, he stared at the figure that disappeared into the night, and found no trace of a human skin mask on Zhuo's cheeks.

The Huan family lived under the same roof. If Zhuo Shi was silently dropped, he and his mother would never be ignorant. After thinking about it all night, he did not find a reasonable explanation, so he could only give it up temporarily.

After drinking a lot of drinks the night before yesterday, Zhuo Lian slept very deeply and didn't get up until three poles in the sun.

She quickly dressed up, holding the cakes and drinks she had previously prepared, and walked straight to the small courtyard to pay a New Year greeting to Qu Yi, the Qu family.

There was a creaking sound under the thick snow, and Dan Ling's face appeared in her mind. This female has delicate facial features and a touch of melancholy in her eyebrows, which makes people feel pity. Such girls have seen a lot of Zhuo Lian as early as the Republic of China. Although they look roughly the same, they have different temperaments. I just hope she has thought about it, Dan Ling has nothing to do with Zhuo's family, and it's just a coincidence that Qu Yi came back.

Standing in front of the small courtyard, Zhuo Lian raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was a rush of footsteps inside. The door was opened from the inside. Qu Yi lowered his head, with a trace of embarrassment in his expression, as if he did not dare to follow. She looked at each other.

After a while, he spoke: "Lianniang came really early. Mother is in the room. Come in."

Zhuo Lian nodded slowly, only when he didn't notice Qu Yi's abnormality, and walked behind him to the hall. As soon as he opened the curtain, he found the woman standing in front of the cabinet, feeling helpless.

Yesterday should be the first day that Dan Ling was expelled from the house, otherwise she would not be wearing a thin silk dress. She was beautiful but could not stop the cold wind. She could only stay in the greenhouse with charcoal pots. If not, the limbs will be stiff and numb.

When she saw Zhuo Lian, she seemed to be frightened, her thin shoulders flinched slightly, her eyes gleaming, and she looked at Qu Yi who was standing not far away with a help-seeking gaze.

"Ling'er don't have to be afraid, this is Lianniang and my righteous sister, and won't hurt you." The man strode to Dan Ling and calmed down his voice, with a very gentle tone.

After doing business for so many years, Zhuo Lian can be considered as knowing and interesting. Realizing that he shouldn't be here, he simply turned around and went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and beat Qu's hands. Her culinary skills are just ordinary, but her knife skills are good. She cuts the pork tenderloin into thin strips and mixes them with soy sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings. After Qu's stew the fish soup, it is poured into a hot pot to cool it. Oil, pour the ingredients and stir fry.

Early in the morning, she woke up late, hungry and rushed over. At this moment, she smelled the fragrance of vegetables, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and rubbed her abdomen, constantly exuding saliva from her mouth.

Qu turned his head and put his daughter's expression in his eyes, and the corners of his tight lips were slightly raised.

"I'm in no hurry."

After being busy for half an hour, the Qu family finally prepared meals. She looked at the hall opposite and couldn't help sighing, "Lianniang, Dan Ling is now living at home, and I don't know how to arrange it."

"My daughter just took a look. Brother Yi is very concerned about Miss Dan Ling. Maybe he wants to marry someone. After all, he has reached the age of getting married, and it is understandable if he is moved.

Thinking of Dan Ling's dress when she entered the door, Qu's mouth was filled with bitterness. Before the fall of the Qu family, they were somehow rich in Bianzhou City. There were several aunts in the family, all of whom were graceful and weak in temperament. This kind of woman would be the most likable, but in fact, she did not have much sincerity. What if Yi'er was blinded by Jiaohao's skin and did a foolish thing?

The mother and daughter walked into the house carrying the dishes. Hearing their footsteps, Dan Ling looked up timidly, slapped her small cheeks very weakly.

I don't know what Qu Yi said, Dan Ling unexpectedly uncharacteristically, took the initiative to help, but watching her red fingertips, Zhuo Lian hurriedly snatched the things to prevent her from hurting her hands.

At the dinner table, Qu Yi frequently served Dan Ling with vegetables. This caring look made Zhuo Lian an eye-opener. At the same time, he felt strange that if this person had long been showing affection for his childhood playmates, in the original textbook, why Will you still marry Bai's wife?

With such doubts, Zhuo Lian returned to the wine shop from Qu's house and delivered the prepared fairy wine to the inn.

Mr. Yu sat at the table and said while pinching his beard: "Little boss, you really have no choice in your brewing skills. Whether it is medicinal wine or sake, they are all different, and they will be unforgettable after they have been tasted."

"You are suffering from arthralgia, so you should reduce the frequency of drinking, otherwise the number of attacks may be more frequent." Zhuo Lian said with a serious face.

"The old man also knows that gluttony is harmful to the body, but the wine in the store is too delicious to let go, so I drank more." As if thinking of something, Mr. Yu was intoxicated and smacked his lips and said: "After a few days of sunshine. Si Shaoqing will go through Bianzhou to find wine and bring it back to the palace. If they can pick it up, the value of Huanjia wine will surely be over a hundredfold."

The Liang Brewing Department under the Guanglu Temple is in charge of brewing, and many masters dream of getting their recognition.

But Zhuo Lian had read the script and knew that it was the seven princes of the dynasty who came to Bianzhou with Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. At this moment, although the seventh prince did not know that Fan Zhujun was a daughter, they had lived and died together several times. They had long regarded the hostess as a close friend, and under her recommendation, they favored Zhuo’s family restaurant. How can you look at others?

"Thank you, Mr. Yu, for your kindness. The only ones Huan's can get are Qing Wu Bottom and Jin Bo. The immortal wine is quite medicinal, and it is not suitable for ordinary people to drink. It is not interesting to compete for this. It is better to be good at making wine."

Mr. Yu never expected that Zhuo would be so confused, even Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple didn't care. It should be noted that the fine wine found by this group of people will eventually be sent to Emperor Dehong. If the sage is satisfied, the Huanjiajiu may become an imperial wine, but that is a step beyond the sky!

"Little boss, some opportunities have been missed. Even if you regret it, it is of no use." Mr. Yu tapped the table and pointedly.

Zhuo Lian really wanted to revitalize the Huanjia Restaurant, but she knew in her heart that, compared to Fan Zhujun, who was pretending to be a man, the Seven Princes City Mansion, which had been keeping a low profile, was deeper. There was almost nothing he wanted to do. Now that he is supporting the Zhuo family for the face of life and death, if he obstructs his eyes and blocks his way, you can imagine what the result will be.

Heming Pavilion.

The Qingjun man was sitting on a wooden chair, and suddenly heard a soft noise in her ears. She raised her head and looked at the handsome young man with a smile at the corner of her mouth. She was overjoyed immediately.

"Seven brothers, I have waited in Bianzhou for several months, hoping for the stars and the moon, and finally I have hoped for you." Fan Zhujun stepped forward, holding the young man's arm, and pressing the person by the table, "Zhuo's restaurant is in The city is quite famous, not only the chefs are superb, but the wines are also full of praise."

The Seventh Prince played with the exquisitely crafted cups, and asked with a smile, "Is it so good?"

"Can you still believe me in my eyes? The Qingfengxiao here is smooth and spicy, and the taste is mellow, not even the imperfections in the palace, even the imperial wine in the palace."

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Fan Zhujun put his hand to his lips and coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

The Seventh Prince's eyes flickered slightly, "Brother Fan actually drank royal wine from the palace?"

"How can I ever drank Yujiu with my identity? Just now it was just nonsense, Brother Seven should not be offended." Fan Zhujun didn't want to reveal his identity, he sneered haha, and after a while, he continued: "I and the Zhuo family are the same. The distant relatives also know how serious they are to make wine. They traveled across the country to find ancient recipes and seek innovation. I saw these in my eyes and only said a few more words."

Hearing this, the seventh prince had a mind. Last time he was chased by thieves. Thanks to Brother Fan, he was able to save his life. This kind of great grace has never been rewarded. The Guanglu Temple's good brewing department is already in charge of several wine shops, and it doesn't matter if you have one more.