no medicine today

Speaking of winter, it really is the most suitable season for eating hot pot... Well, no, this thing seems to be suitable for eating all year round.

There are various vegetables and meat on the side of the yellow copper pot, just looking at it makes people's index fingers move, not to mention the heavy snow is falling outside, it makes people feel supremely happy physically and mentally.

Tang Yu was a little stiff, and the black kitten with the right ear circled around his leg, rubbing it from time to time, as if he was very satisfied with the two-legged beast.

Mrs. Tang was very excited, and greeted them with a smile, "It's winter, we should sit and eat hot pot together."

"Grandpa is right!" Xian Linyuan nodded and said yes, he still likes hot pot, he always feels that eating it will make people feel refreshed.

The half-white and half-red soup base has been rolling gently, and the fragrance is overflowing, seducing the gluttons in people's stomachs.

"Since that's what you said, you two should eat more." Tang Xinfeng picked up a plate of mutton and put it in the pot, and then put some vegetables in the clear soup pot, "By the way, second uncle, do you eat meat?"

"Eat, why don't you eat." Old Mrs. Tang glanced at his second son, who was pretending to be a wooden man, "How skinny is he? He looks like a monk. When he gets home, his father wants to make up for him. Can he still refuse? .”

Tang Yu retorted weakly: "Father, he is practicing Taoism, not Buddhism, and he is not a vegetarian."

Even Xiu Dao usually pays attention to the combination of meat and vegetables when eating, otherwise he would have been malnourished long ago.

"Look at you..." Mrs. Tang was as majestic as a mountain, and glanced at his son's thin body with disdainful eyes, "After eating, let's make gestures to digest food."

Seeing that things were not going well, Tang Xinfeng, as a junior, naturally couldn't just sit idly by. He coughed lightly: "Grandpa, second uncle is eating."

The two elders froze, and picked up the chopsticks obediently.

The mutton is very thin, and it is cooked through after only a few tumblings, giving off a moving color.

The two wooden chopsticks were as fast as thunder, kissing the noodle soup like a dragonfly splashing water, and the mutton with a big chopstick flew into the bowl like a beauty out of water.

Xian Linyuan picked up his chopsticks happily, dipped a little sauce into his mouth, his candy is the best, hehe~

Seeing this, Mrs. Tang became bitter: "If you have a wife, forget about me."

"Dad, you eat." Tang Yu picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into the old father's bowl, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Grandpa, this is yours." Tang Xinfeng smiled helplessly. There was an old urchin in the family, what could he do, he could only follow along.

The dual service of the son and the grandson made the old man feel refreshed, and from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't stop looking at his new granddaughter-in-law.

Xian Linyuan swallowed the meat, called grandpa sweetly, and his subordinates were unambiguous, took out most of the vegetables in the pot, and said with a smile; "Grandpa, the combination of meat and vegetables is good. Eating too much mutton can easily get angry, and the weather is cold. Now, you have to pay attention to your health!"

Mrs. Tang's sense of happiness reached its peak, and he picked up a piece of green vegetables and gnawed.

Tang Xinfeng looked at his lover as if he had discovered a new world, his eyes moved slightly: "So good? '

"Must." The dead fish's eyes brightly conveyed such a message, "After all, this old man is quite easy to coax."

Believe it, if Xian Linyuan wants to please someone, it's just a matter of effort for him, but unfortunately, this guy's personality is extremely bad, how difficult is it to make him please someone? ? ?

Well, but because the old man is still pleasing to the eye, he doesn't mind being a good child, after all, Tangtang will be happy!

No, it didn't take long for his bowls to pile up into a hill, and they were all picked up by someone in a good mood.

Tang Yu, who was particular about eating slowly, looked at the happy family, and felt a sudden pain in his heart for some reason.

"Second uncle."

"Hey!" Tang Yu subconsciously shuddered, and then saw Xian Linyuan who was watching him with a smile, and began to despise her timidity for no reason.

"What's the matter, Linyuan." He said the word "Linyuan" rather uncomfortable, but fortunately, it's over.

"Why does Second Uncle practice Taoism?" Xian Linyuan put down his chopsticks and asked curiously.

Tang Yu, who was asked about this, looked a little more melancholy, but quickly relieved: "I just want to do this, stay away from the world, and practice itself is a joy that is difficult for others to experience."

"Hmph." Old Master Tang snorted and glanced at his second son, "For a while he dug out the ancient books at home and he was as dumb as a demon, insisting that there was heaven and earth in the book, and he wanted to ask the fairy to ask him instead. Go...ah bah, he was only 17 at that time."

At that time, his well-behaved second son went in the direction of seeking immortals and asking questions, never to return.

Embarrassed, Tang Yu said to her father, "Didn't I fail to go, and you went too far and broke my leg. I'm your own son!"

"Don't talk about that time, even now you and I can fight!" Old Mr. Tang squinted at him, confidently.

"That means it didn't succeed at that time!" Xian Linyuan became interested and continued to ask, "So how did you end up on this road of no return, Second Uncle?"

"The way of no return is too rude." Tang Yu said awkwardly, avoiding the problem and brushing it lightly.

"Run away from home." Tang Xinfeng answered his lover's question with a smile, "It's been ten years since I left."

"From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as raw rice and cooked rice!"

Tang Yu was silent, as if he acquiesced to this statement.

But he was screaming crazily in his heart, stop your public executions soon, he also wants to face, please, stop exposing history!

"Oh." Xian Linyuan said surprisingly, "Actually, I'm quite interested in cultivating Taoism..."

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Tang slapped the table and stood up, rolled up his sleeves to his son, "Come on, come out with me, don't tell me you're stupid, and you're going to spoil your niece and daughter-in-law."

Confused, Tang Yu could only answer in a daze: "I didn't..."

"Second Uncle." Tang Xinfeng looked calm and smiled kindly, "Did you say anything strange to Linyuan?"

While talking, he thought to himself, Linyuan and his second uncle hadn't seen each other a few times, so how could he suddenly be interested in cultivating Taoism.

You know, Xian Linyuan has always lacked interest, and he can't get excited about anything, but when he really starts to be interested in something, that's the real danger.

Tang Yu was about to cry. The double oppression from his old father and nephew made him cry secretly. Sure enough, this nothingness is not simple, and it put him into such a situation so easily.

Or is this a slap in the face? He was really too careless at that time, leaving a loophole!

Fortunately, Xian Linyuan didn't finish his sentence. He added innocently: "However, the world has changed a lot now. It is still too difficult for me to practice Taoism. Think about it or forget it."

Tang Yu: "..."

"Cough." Old Mrs. Tang sat down as if nothing had happened, and said angrily, "Really, you kid can't explain clearly!"

"Second Uncle, don't take offense." Tang Xinfeng gently picked up a piece of corn to calm the shock, "He just likes to play around."

"It's good to be lively." Tang Yu replied numbly, and picked up the coquettish black cat around him and rubbed it to suppress the panic.

Ah, sure enough, the one who is not related by blood is him!

"Meowball seems to like Second Uncle very much!" Xian Linyuan didn't care, staring at Mao Tuanzi with a meaningful smile, "Or give it to Second Uncle."

"Send me?" Tang Yu was puzzled.

"Well, Tangtang is not suitable for keeping pets."

Tang Xinfeng showed a sad smile in cooperation. It is not bad to raise the second uncle, and Miaoqiu should be well taken care of.

"No." Although Tang Yu likes small animals, she politely refused, "I have to retreat sometimes, so I'm afraid I can't take good care of them."

"It doesn't matter." Xian Linyuan said nonchalantly, "Sister Yunwei has always liked meow balls, so you can give it to her. It happens that the second uncle and Yunwei are not very close recently?"

Tang Yu: "!!!"

After a while, he said with difficulty: "Hahaha, Yun Wei really likes cats. It just so happened that she was a little sad recently. I tried to comfort her. It would be nice to send a cat to accompany her."

As everyone knows, his heart has become a mess ball, implying that the relationship between him and Yun Wei is not normal no matter how you look at it!

"Then trouble the second uncle." Xian Linyuan smiled reservedly and politely, as if he was really pleased that the kitten got a good home.

The hot pot banquet was still going on in full swing. Tang Yu tried to leave several times but was dissuaded by several people, and was almost beaten up by his old father. It can be said to be very miserable.

He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles eating this meal, and as soon as Xian Linyuan spoke, he felt a heart attack and couldn't eat.

Fortunately, the unbearable dinner was finally over, and Tang Yu, the cat, left as if fleeing.

In the house, the lights are dim.

Xian Linyuan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help humming, it's not good to eat too much, and his stomach is full.

Covering the white and tender belly with warm hands: "I told you not to eat so much."

"It's such a good time ￣ω￣=, I can't help but..." Xiao Hua appeared beside Xian Linyuan, and said cutely.

The white and tender belly feels really good to the touch, and it becomes addictive when rubbed. Tang Xinfeng's name does not change, but his heart is as soft as the white belly: "Did the second uncle provoke you? I always feel today that you are deliberately targeting he."

Xian Linyuan turned over slightly, "It felt very interesting, so I couldn't help but bully him."

The reasonable answer is also like what Xian Linyuan would do.

"Second Uncle is an honest man, don't bully him." Tang Xinfeng patted his bulging belly as if punishing him.

"Got it—" Xian Linyuan held down his claws, blinked and said, "I'm not some kind of devil."

"Just now you said that you are really interested in cultivating Taoism?" Tang Xinfeng lay down and asked suddenly. This question still needs to be asked.

"Cultivating Taoism is the most boring thing." Xian Linyuan replied contemptuously, staring at dead fish eyes, and after finishing speaking, he changed his style of painting and said, "Tangtang is worried that I will become a Taoist priest! "

"Sure enough, you can't leave me anymore. If you say it boldly, I won't make fun of you!"

Tang Xinfeng was indifferent: "No, I'm just worried that you will harm the Taoist profession."

"...It's decided, I won't talk to you tonight." Xian Linyuan turned around angrily like a child.

Tang Xinfeng only thought it was funny, and stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, and rested his chin on the slightly curly hair: "Then go to sleep, and make up tomorrow after waking up."

The person in his arms nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and after a while, there were two shallow breathing sounds.

Xian Linyuan, who had his eyes closed, did not fall asleep. He seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat coming from behind his ears. He opened his eyes.

The sleeping Tangtang was also very pretty. He brushed away the other's broken hair and showed a slight smile, but when he found a strand of hair dyed white, the smile froze on his face again, turning into a A look of crying and laughing.

His Tangtang is so kind, he always trusts him unreservedly!

The nebula was reflected in his eyes, and countless lines of death also appeared, and the intangible things were given reality. He stretched out his hand to pinch one, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on his hand.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, deep sorrow welled up in his heart. This thread of death cannot be touched or moved, all because it is formed by the gathering of malice in the world...

And this malice arose because of him!

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Recently, I always feel lazy. In this case, I have decided... In the afternoon, there will be a new chapter, and I will stimulate it

Ah~ I'm so hardworking