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A group of people who were at odds with each other talked and laughed and walked to the second floor. Cheng Deqing hosted a banquet for everyone. The big round table was full of classic and authentic Cantonese dishes.

The one in the middle is a peacock with its tail open—a lifelike peacock stands in the middle of the plate. It is not only carved from some raw materials, but also has bright colors. The tail wings spread out are all made of fish fillets. .

Other popular dishes, fried stuffed eggplant, emerald shrimp, pineapple and ancient meat, are all representative dishes of Cantonese cuisine.

During the banquet, someone specially poured wine, bottles of different colors, Cheng Deqing said with a smile on his face: Today, I also borrowed flowers to present Buddha. Moutai was brought by Yuzhou, and the tribute wine was brought by Qi Cheng. You can choose what you like to drink. .”

Qi Cheng smiled and said, The wine Mr. Lan brought must be good wine, I can't miss it.

Song Yuan was naturally like him, and the servant poured a glass of Moutai for the two of them.

Lan Yuzhou said with a smile: I haven't drank tribute wine for some years, and I happened to have a mouthful today.

The servant stood beside him and poured him a glass of Gujing tribute wine.

Both Lin Qi and Lin Yang chose Moutai, and when the servant carrying the tray approached Song Xi and George Sheng and asked in a low voice, Song Xi said, Is there any tea?

The servant paused for a while, then nodded in response: Yes.

At this moment, Cheng Deqing cast his gaze on Song Xi's face, and asked with concern: Can Xiaoxi drink alcohol?

Song Xi glanced at the wine glass in Cheng Deqing's hand, and replied politely and warmly: Grandpa Cheng, I don't want to spoil your interest, but I can't help bothering you with this occupational disease. Drink less, you can drink tea if you can't bear it, I will accompany you.

Cheng Deqing seemed to think of something, turned sideways and told the people beside him, By the way, cook the Biluochun that Xiaoxi gave me.

The servant nodded, Cheng Deqing turned to Song Xi again, said with a smile: You are a doctor, I am a patient, I have to listen to the doctor, so I will drink less today, and you can drink tea with me later.

Song Xi responded with bent eyes, and George Sheng, who was sitting beside her, also smiled and said, You all drink tea, then I'll drink tea too.

It was said to be wine selection, but it was actually team selection. Qi Cheng and Lan Yuzhou gave each other face, Lin Qi and Lin Yang simply stood at Lan Yuzhou, leaving George Sheng and Song Xi here, they didn’t choose any wine , drink tea instead.

There was not a single confused person at the table, and now everyone knew better, George Sheng...no one was willing to stand, he wanted to play alone.

As for Song Xi, the fact that she dared to sting a thorn in Cheng Deqing's face was beyond the imagination of most people.

Song Yuan caught a glimpse of Qi Cheng's dark face from the corner of her eye, and she glanced at Song Xi indiscriminately. Ever since she was a child, she hated Song Xi's arrogance the most, as if she didn't care about anyone or anything, and wanted to say Say whatever you want, do whatever you want, for Song Xi, it's just as simple as wanting or not wanting, but for Song Yuan, she has to ponder over and over for a long time, and she may not have the courage in the end.

Well, Song Yuan is just jealous of Song Xi, blatantly jealous, why can Song Xi do whatever she wants? Isn't it because of being reincarnated that he found a good father? If he was born with such good conditions, he wouldn't be so difficult the day after tomorrow.

After the kitchen made the tea, it quickly brought it to the front. Cheng Deqing held the wine glass, which was the 80-year-old Moutai gifted by Lan Yuzhou. The things here are different, there are Moutai, tribute wine, and tea.

After drinking the first glass, Cheng Deqing asked someone to pour him another glass of tribute wine. While everyone was talking, Cheng Deqing raised his glass again, thanking everyone for coming all the way from Yecheng to Yazhou to see him.

After two glasses of wine, he gave face to both Lan Yuzhou and Qi Cheng. In the end, he asked the servant to change the teacup, poured a cup of Biluochun, took a sip, and said, Good tea.

George Sheng said: Knowing that Mr. Cheng likes to drink, I also prepared wine. Xi'er was not happy when she saw it, and said that you should drink less now. Drinking tea is better than drinking. No, the wine was confiscated. Someone gave it to me. She brings tea with wine, it's out of place.

Cheng Deqing replied with a smile on his face: Xiaoxi is careful, and she is a doctor. If she is careful, my family doctor won't let me drink alcohol. I can't control it.

Song Ximei's eyes were bright, and Gu Pan said gracefully: With Zhisheng and I drinking tea with you, you are not alone, and you are not so greedy for alcohol. We made sacrifices for you.

Cheng Deqing laughed, picked up the teacup and held it up to Song Xi. Song Xi held the cup in both hands, respected from a distance, then bowed his head and took a sip.

She is not a tea drinker, but she can taste it. This is an excellent Biluochun, and the price of two small boxes will definitely not be cheaper than the Moutai from Lan Yuzhou and the tribute wine from Qi Cheng.

The expressions of the other people at the table were the same, but their minds were different. George Sheng made it clear that he wanted to play tricks, and with Song Xi's amazing assist, he watched Cheng Deqing finish the meal without touching the wine, and kept drinking. Tea, everyone became more and more uneasy, not knowing what Cheng Deqing would decide in the end.

It was not even eight o'clock after dinner, and Cheng Deqing said that he would invite everyone to watch a play. Song Xi had known for a long time that this courtyard was full of rich and noble people behind closed doors, so he moved to another small building, which was for people to listen to and watch plays. The place, with the stage in front, and a comfortable leather sofa underneath.

After everyone was seated, someone immediately brought fruit plates and drinks.

To Song Xi's surprise, the repertoire was not prepared a long time ago, Cheng Deqing asked everyone to order it temporarily, Beijing opera, Yue opera, bangzi, anything is fine.

Lin Qi was not interested in this process, and stayed by Lin Yang's side without expressing her opinion.

Lin Yang is a junior, young, and he smiled and listened to other people.

After everyone gave in for a while, the first type of music was ordered by Lan Yuzhou, Peking Opera, the most famous play, The Drunken Concubine.

The actors dressed up and went on stage to perform to their heart's content for less than ten spectators. After one performance, Cheng Deqing took the lead in clapping hands. Song Xi caught a glimpse of Lin Yang moving his shoulders from the corner of his eye, shaking Lin Qi who was asleep, and the two Let's applaud together.

Few young people can calm down to appreciate the folk art culture. Song Xi also sat bored, but he had to cheer up. After all, Cheng Deqing was happy watching, and kept tapping the rhythm with his fingers. It also hums softly when it rises.

The second play was ordered by George Sheng. He said, When I come to Yizhou, I always feel at a loss if I don't listen to Cantonese opera.

Cheng Deqing said with a smile: Cantonese opera is good. I have come to Yanzhou these years, and I have gradually fallen in love with Cantonese opera. Which one would you like to hear?

George Sheng turned his head and asked Song Xi, Which one do you want to hear?

Song Xi met George Sheng's gaze. Outsiders saw him as a gentle gentleman, but she clearly saw the blame in his eyes.

Ah, it's because you can't report the track, right?

Song Xi pretended to be entangled and hesitant, but actually tried to delay the time as much as possible.

Song Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa on the right, smiled and said, Xiaoxi is always busy in the hospital, so she doesn't pay attention to these things, right?