Mixed Miners

In addition to the stone pavilion cloister, there is a small lake in the yard. There are some lotus roots planted inside. Although it is already winter, the lotus leaf is still green and green. It is also mixed with a few pink lotus flowers. Some petals have already been Withered, the straight branches are clasped with blue-colored lotus, and a faint lotus fragrance floats in the air. Novel www.しWX

A few red, yellow and white koi swim leisurely under the lotus leaves.

A hot pot is placed in the gazebo. This is Yang Ling's stick made by the old spider's Yuanquan hot pot. It is much smaller. Oda Snow is placing tableware and cooking materials.

Most of these materials were picked from the realm of the town. Yang Ling did not expect that the white pheasant would come back, so I couldn’t help but see the frowning and then relaxed.

Zhao Fanlong, who came in behind him, was stunned by the scenery of the yard. He twisted his head and looked left and right. He felt that his eyes were not enough. He accidentally kicked on a stone, and the man slammed into the ground and held it. The sheep also lost.

Yang Ling quickly grabbed the goat's volley with the control of the spell, and looked at it with a gentle wave, and the goat hangs on the dead branch of an old tree next to the stone pavilion.

Zhao Fanlong climbed up with a red face and his face was black and white. It was the dirt that had just been draped in a cluster of flowers.

"Yang... Yang Ge, how can the lotus bloom in the big winter?" Zhao Fanlong said stutteringly.

Yang Ling turned his head and looked at him. He smiled and said: "What's so strange about opening the lotus in winter, you can also dig up the ore in the game, redeem it to restore the potion, and you can upgrade in the game!"

"But...but that is the game!" Zhao Fanlong was puzzled.

"You always think it's just a game?"

Yang Ling walked into Shiting with her hand and looked at the various ingredients. The soup was tumbling, braving the hot pot of hot air, and grabbed it. He only listened to a few bangs and hanged on the tree. The goat's back was smashed down and then flew over the hot pot. Then Yang Ling's fingers gently pulled a few times, and a few thin pieces of mutton fell into the hot pot. As the tumbling broth fluctuated and collapsed, it collapsed. , soon exudes a strong fragrance.

Yang Ling’s hand directly shocked Zhao Fanlong, and Zhang Dazui couldn’t speak for a long time.

He has been listening to Grandpa repeatedly teaching him to carefully manage the relationship with Yang Ling. He also knows that Yang Ling is an unusual martial artist. However, he was the first time he saw this volley to boil hot pot. It was not only amazing, but also very scared. Yang Ling’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

"Sit down, how about the taste first?"

Yang Ling casually pointed to the stool, then picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked it up from the pot and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's not bad." Yang Ling couldn't help but nod. Even though there is no strong smell of dung fork fish and big lobster, there is no aura, but there is a unique natural taste that makes him miss his childhood mom. The food made.

"Wow, husband, you have already started eating, not waiting for us!"

Just when Yang Ling and Zhao Fanlong copied the chopsticks, Han Xinglin and Han Xue, as well as the squad leader, walked into the backyard with the white scorpion. Han Xinglin couldn’t help but pick it up.

"Oh!~" Yang Ling smiled and put down the chopsticks. I just ate a piece of it and didn't hold back and ate a few.

A group of people quickly sat around the hot pot.

Looking at the five women of Yan Yanyan, Yang Ling said to Zhao Fanlong, pointing to the goat: "Go to cut the meat!"

"Ah~?" Zhao Fanlong paused, and the chopsticks in his hand almost fell on the ground, but he quickly understood that he pulled a sharp dagger from his leg to cut the meat.

Although it is a big winter, but a group of people are not ordinary people, this cold is not feeling at all, even if it is white, because there is a series of stars, the constant temperature array of the wooden beads, at this time also took off the coat, exposed The bumpy and good figure, sitting next to the squad leader, sneaked a glimpse of Yang Ling from time to time, and then couldn’t help but smack the little deer, his cheeks slightly warm.

I haven't seen it for more than a year. This Yangling looks very different from before.

As for where it is not the same, she can't say anything.

mature? steady? Or there is a mysterious temperament. It turns out that he didn't lie. The cousin who was busy with the wind and the wind saw him not dare to speak.

Soon the mutton was placed in the pan, and with special ingredients, the hot air was scented, and several women couldn't help it. Pick up the chopsticks and eat.

"Oh, look, it's snowing!" Han Xinglin suddenly pointed at the pavilion outside.

Everyone couldn’t help but look out. Sure enough, there were snowflakes falling in the white sky, shattered and shattered, falling on the roof and pavilions, and the slightest voice fell in the minds of the gods. Heaven and earth are silent, adding a lot of elegance.

"Green ant new simmering wine, red mud small stove! Late days, snow, can drink a few big pots!"

Yang Ling shook his head and took out a poem. Then he reached under the table and took out a bottle of Yufuxian wine and slammed it on the table.

"Wow, Yang Ge is very good, good poetry and good poetry!" Zhao Fanlong couldn't help but erect a thumb and admire his face.

The people at the table were stunned. Several women grinned and smirked. The squad leader also turned a good-looking white eye at him.

"嘿嘿~!" Yang Ling proud of the fan fan eyebrows, reached out and unscrewed the wine bottle to pour a cup to Zhao Fanlong, and then poured a cup before he said to Oda Snow, sitting next to him, "This wine is too strong, you go get some Let's drink a few times with the fruit and wine!"

Oda Snowy stood up and went to the house to get the wine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ling picked up the glass and Zhao Fanlong touched and said: "Come, snow, eat hot pot, drink is a good time."

Zhao Fanlong looked at the green and green wine in his hand. He was very excited to get a touch on the tip of his nose. He suddenly felt that he could not suppress it in his body. He leaned back into his neck and slammed into his mouth.

Looking at the side of the goods with the meaning of the cup, Yang Ling couldn't help but **** a few times.

This is enough to use the life ore to make enough for three months of super fairy wine. Ordinary people will be drunk when they drink a little more. Last time Dou Yuntao, they had enough sleep for a week.

"You can't hold this wine, just a cup!" Yang Ling sighed and said.

Zhao Fanlong stared at the simple and elegant wine bottle, licking his face and slobbering his mouth: "Yang Ge, a cup is not fun! Let's have another piece!"

Yang Ling thought for a moment and threw the bottle to him without any enthusiasm: "Don't blame me, I didn't remind you, drunk, and be careful, your grandfather will lick your skin!"