In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Hey, shopkeeper Xiao Lin came to buy New Year's goods so early?"

"Shopkeeper Mo is very polite. I want to take a look at the red paper so I can write a couplet when I get back."

"Whatever you want, Chinese New Year is coming soon, you have to write couplets."

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, the firecrackers that just arrived from the county, how many can you buy and let them go back?"

"Hahaha, there is a labor merchant boss."

Along the way, Lin Xiaolu bought a lot of things. He held an oil-paper umbrella and Zhexue walked in front. Ling Wei turned into a personal servant girl and followed behind with big and small bags. The things in her arms almost surpassed hers. Brows out.

"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, don't you even have a ring?" The little girl, whose head was gradually covered with snow in a snowy day, murmured, "There are too many things, so heavy. I want to use a ring to dress them up."

"There are common people around. In the mortal world, it's better to do as the Romans do." Lin Xiaolu smiled and glanced at her. Seeing that the girl's head was covered with snow, he moved the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to cover the snow in front of her. She covers the snowflakes.

In the crowded market, Ling Wei, who was carrying a lot of things, was stunned by this slightly ambiguous scene, and her cheeks turned red instantly, shyly wanting to whisper thanks, but Lin Xiaolu took the first step laughed:

"Come on, spare one hand to hold the umbrella for me, I'm tired holding it."

Girl: ... (?`~??)

The two continued to go shopping, Lin Xiaolu was carrying a flat white porcelain wine jug, and drank while walking in front of it, Ling Wei was like a poor servant, holding the New Year's goods in one hand and holding an umbrella for him in the other. Her cheeks were bulging with anger, and her small mouth was even more pouted.

"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, you said, treat me to that hot pot at noon, you can't lie to me just because you are a senior."

Lin Xiaolu, who was walking in front, smiled: "Don't worry, hot pot with wine is the best taste in this snowy day."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the stall selling beef and mutton.

Ling Wei has never eaten hot pot, but she heard from Lin Xiaolu that it was delicious, so she looked forward to it. That morning, Lin Xiaolu took her to buy a lot of things at the market. Lin Xiaolu was not polite, and invited Ling Wei for free. The premise of eating hot pot is that she is responsible for holding things to support the umbrella, and she is not allowed to use the ring, and Ling girl who has become a new generation of snacks has no choice but to agree.

When we got back to the tavern, the snow was falling more and more, the weather was not sunny, it was overcast, Lin Xiaolu closed the door of the tavern, lit wax in the lobby, set up a stove, boiled water on the stove, and prepared to use it later Hot wine.

Then, he went to the backyard to get a copper stove for making hot pot, and after returning to the lobby, he quickly started to fiddle with the ingredients.

Ling Wei was not idle, she helped him, shredded and chopped garlic, and worked hard for a while.

While chatting and laughing, Lin Xiaolu took a jar of rice wine from the wine cabinet, put it in the iron pot on the stove, and used the boiling water to scald the wine, while at the same time looking after the bottom of the hot pot on the copper stove that had already been seasoned.

"Girl, cut some prunes and shredded ginger, and put them in together with the brown sugar when the flagon is hot."

"Oh good." Ling Wei obeyed obediently, and asked curiously while doing it: "Shopkeeper Xiaolin, why do you want to drink like this?"

"It's delicious. Drinking like this in winter will keep you warm and keep you healthy."

Lin Xiaolu, who was leisurely preparing the dipping sauce, expressed emotion:

"My shopkeeper is not young anymore, I have to take care of myself if I can."

Hearing this, Ling Wei curled her lips, thinking that you look about my age.

Soon, the aroma of the hot pot rose, and the rice wine began to boil. The warm aroma of the wine quickly permeated the lobby.

Looking at the hot pot that was bubbling "gudu gudu", Lin Xiaolu greeted with chopsticks:

"Come and smell it, is it fragrant?"

Ling Wei looked over curiously, then straightened her head, and said excitedly:

"Xiang, Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you are too good. You can make wine, eat wine, and even cook hot pot. I think you should open a hot pot restaurant. The business must be good."

Lin Xiaolu smiled contentedly:

"I have been in Jiangnan for a year, and I do as the Romans do. It was winter when I first came here, so I learned a lot of the way of life here, but this hot pot is not unique to Jiangnan. I also ate it elsewhere, and then I learned it."

At the table, Lin Xiaolu poured two bowls of warm wine that had been boiled with mace, ginger, and brown sugar, and then picked up a bowl to savor carefully. There was a burst of soft fragrance, and Ling Wei on the side ate again, eating a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine like a girl, and she was very happy.

"Eat slowly." Lin Xiaolu held the wine bowl and said while watching the girl and pig's predatory eating:

"After eating, go and help me write the couplet."

"Okay, what are you writing?" Ling Wei asked with a puffy mouth.

Lin Xiaolu held the wine in one hand, groped for his chin with the other and thought for a while, then said lightly:

"I don't know the past, there is no way to know the wonders, I'm afraid I will be the master of immortals.

The future is undecided, all the demons are wiped out, and only the truth of martial arts is sought. "

Ling Wei didn't quite understand, but she was not a scholar, so she continued to ask while picking up the mutton: "What did you write in the horizontal batch?"

Lin Xiaolu thought for a while, and then smiled freely: "Xia Xing is now."

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"Leaving the Yushan Fairy Temple, I went to the Caichanyue Palace, looking forward to the face of Zichen. The three lives are fulfilled, and the reunion tonight is better than the past years~"

The soft and melodious music was babbling in the conservatory of Furongfang, and Lin Xiaolu was leaning comfortably on the [-]-degree angle formed by the back of the chair and the warm velvet wall, kneading melon seeds leisurely.

On the opposite side of the table, Ling Wei was fiddling with her big elbow clumsily, chewing it happily.

She has been eating Hesse with Lin Xiaolu all day today. Strictly speaking, these few days, eating all the way to Mudan Town, Lin Xiaolu estimated that it will not be long before this girl will be raised by herself as a little chubby girl.

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, isn't my handwriting particularly ugly?" Ling Wei said embarrassedly while nibbling her elbows, "When I wrote the couplets, you were totally dumbfounded."

"It's not ugly, it's because I have too high expectations of you." Lin Xiaolu smiled and flipped through the thread-bound booklet in front of him, looked at the pictures on it, knocked on the melon seeds and said:

"My handwriting isn't pretty either. I thought you were a daughter's family, and the handwriting would be more graceful and dignified. I never thought that I could write so boldly and unrestrainedly. It's rare."

"Hey." Ling Weile, who couldn't catch the voice, said:

"I didn't like to study when I was young, and I played crazy in the sect every day, so the words are a bit ugly, but shopkeeper Xiaolin, don't worry, your couplets are still very good, full of meaning."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled helplessly, thinking that no matter how connotative it was, others would not be able to see the point of what was written.

In the conservatory, he turned his head to look at the two gentlemen who were singing, and said with a smile:

"The two girls have been singing for a long time, and they are really tired. Come and have a cup of tea and rest for a while."