I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Fu Xiang, who didn't have any clear understanding of plum wine, never thought about getting drunk.

On summer nights, thunder and lightning flashed, rumbling thunder accompanied by torrential rain, which made the bamboos in the yard sway.

The lamps under the eaves are shaking, but the room is brightly lit, and the room is full of silence. The clear soup and spicy soup base in the hot pot are bubbling and boiling.

Fu Ling drove Gui Pi out and only sat with Su Yao.

Su Yao sandwiched a large slice of beef from the clear soup, dipped it in a plate of fermented bean curd with sesame sauce, the meaty aroma of the beef was wrapped in the tempting soup, it melted in the mouth, and it was extremely tender.

You should eat hot pot on a rainy day.

Su Yao watched contentedly as Fu Ling ate the slices of meat on the plate, and lightly raised his glass: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for helping to find Ah Yan."

The lights were burning, and Su Yao was holding a small glass of plum wine. The smell of the wine swayed, and the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to be tinged with a thin layer of sweetness.

Fu Ling's heart moved slightly, and he touched the wine glass with Su Yao, and there was a crisp sound.

When the wine cup hit, Su Yao's heart skipped a beat.