Four Seasons Three Meals

Cong Shan said: "What a coincidence, I met Lawyer Jiang again."

Jiang Huai said, "What a coincidence."

Cong Shan asked, "Where is Lawyer Jiang going? I'll take you off."

Jiang Huai took a look, there were no empty cars on the road, so he didn't hesitate and got into the car in Congshan.

Jiang Huai asked him, "Why is Dr. Cong here?"

Cong Shan looked in the rearview mirror, and slowly drove up the driveway: "I had an appointment with someone to eat nearby, but the other party has something to do, so I missed the appointment."

Jiang Huai felt a little guilty when he thought of himself.

Cong Shan asked him, "Lawyer Jiang also works overtime on weekends?"

Jiang Huai nodded.

Cong Shan asked again: "Did Lawyer Jiang eat?"

Jiang Huai shook his head.

Cong Shan thought for a while, then turned to look at him: "Then do you want to go to the night market?"

Jiang Huai was puzzled: "Night market?"

Cong Shan explained his doubts: "It is a local custom that the Tianguang City is held on the fifteenth day of every month to worship all ghosts and gods."

Jiang Huai is not very interested in ghosts.

Cong Shan added: "There are many local delicacies in Tianguang City, and you can also put lanterns, small flower stamens to light candles, and float across the Qingbo River."

Jiang Huai became interested and said, "That sounds really interesting."

Cong Shan smiled, reset the guide, and set off towards Tianguang Night Market.

Cong Shan parked the car, and when he came back, he found Jiang Huai standing in front of a booth, staring at the pot, unable to move away.

Jiang Huai asked him, "What is this?"

Cong Shan replied: "Spike potatoes."

While talking, the boss cut up potato cubes on the chopping board, threw them into the oil pan, and made a tempting sound of "Zi La".The skin of the potatoes was fried in hot oil until golden and crispy. The boss scooped them up with a slotted spoon and put them into a bowl, and began to prepare the ingredients quickly.

Cong Shan asked him, "Want to eat?"

Jiang Huai nodded honestly.

Cong Shan bought a bowl and handed it to Jiang Huai: "Taste it."

Jiang Huai picked up a piece with a toothpick, and she burst into tears.

The hot oil was splashed with chili powder, and the spicy taste was all stimulated, and the smell of pepper took over in time. Jiang Huai felt that his tongue had been taken away by the cat.

He opened his mouth and panted softly, his lips were bright red, and he kept fanning his mouth with his palms.

Seeing his pity, Cong Shan bought him a bowl of Ciba ice powder.

Jiang Huai ate ice powder in small bites, watched Cong Shan eat spiked potatoes, calm and relaxed, without frowning.

He felt greedy again, so he sneaked over to eat another piece.

Cong Shan refused: "Lawyer Jiang just drank an iced drink, and if he eats potatoes, he will have diarrhea."

Jiang Huai couldn't refute him, and stared helplessly at the bowl in his hand.

Cong Shan laughed and coaxed him like a child: "There are other snacks ahead, I'll buy them for you later, okay?"

Jiang Huai asked him, "Any other snacks?"

Count the mountains like the same: "Salted crispy chicken, pumpkin cup, cold food skewers..."

The name sounds tastier than Spike Potatoes.

Jiang Huai laughed happily again, and walked to the night market with Cong Shan.

The two walked across the Qingbo Bridge, and Cong Shan took Jiang Huai onto a painting boat.

The boatman seemed to know Cong Shan, and he took the two of them into the cabin as soon as they met.

Jiang Huai pulled Cong Shan's sleeve and asked him in a low voice, "What are we going to do?"

Cong Shan said, "Eat."

Jiang Huai blinked: "What to eat?"

Cong Shan teased him: "The beauty is delicious."

Jiang Huai didn't know why.

While talking, the two sat down, and the waiter pulled up the screen. The old meticulous painting on the screen was a painted boat, people in the painted boat, and an outside play on the painted boat.

The painting boat parted the river and set off towards an unknown destination. The scenery outside the window changed, and the night was as black as ink.

When the waiter came to serve the food, Jiang Huai looked out the window and found that the painting boat had stopped.

He wanted to move his chopsticks, but was held down by Cong Shan: "Wait a little longer."

After a while, lights suddenly lit up all around, the sound of gongs and drums, and babbling libretto sounded.

Jiang Huai understood.

He said with a smile: "Appreciate the scene in the painting, hear the drama in the painting, and taste the Chinese food in the painting."

They have all become figures in the painting, immortals on the screen.

Cong Shan said, "One more thing."

Jiang Huai asked: "What?"

Cong Shan looked at him and said, "Know the people in the painting."

They ate while listening to the play, and Cong Shan ordered a pumpkin cup for Jiang Huai.

The pumpkin cup was still steaming when it was served, Jiang Huai couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful and feed it into his mouth.

The soft and sweet pumpkin flesh is overcooked and juicy when you bite into it.Bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms are cut into cubes and boiled together with pumpkin Rang. While retaining the crisp taste, it is also dipped in the sweetness of pumpkin.Diced ham and mixed well, not greasy, but also fresh.

Jiang Huai scooped up a spoon, blew on it, and eagerly fed it into his mouth.

There was a lively scene on the stage, and Jiang Huai's attention was attracted.

The opera was sung in the local dialect. After listening to it, Jiang Huai asked Cong Shan, "What is this opera about?"

Cong Shan gave him a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake, and said: "There are all kinds of things in the world, marriage and love."

Jiang Huai felt that this topic was really big, and the author who wrote this play was ambitious.

He thought of the Shuishu Temple that he went to at noon, and said, "I went to a Taoist temple today. It is said that seeking marriage is very spiritual."

Cong Shan waited for him to continue.

Jiang Huai said: "I think the Taoist temple is really interesting. It should be the most cold-hearted place, but it is the best at the seven emotions and six desires."

Cong Shan teased him and said, "Perhaps the people in the Taoist temple ate the Queen Mother's flat peaches and moved the hearts of all."

Jiang Huai said seriously: "There are also a lot of believers, and the old banyan tree is covered with red marriage notes."

Cong Shan laughed and said, "Love is unreasonable."

He spoke very Zen. Jiang Huai felt that he was not a doctor of Chinese medicine, and he could become a monk if he shaved his head.

Jiang Huai said, "I may have a wish."

Cong Shan asked him: "Lawyer Jiang is also troubled by love?"

Jiang Huai thought about it, felt a little shy, and said, "I won't tell you."

Cong Shan smiled, imitating what he said: "Lawyer Jiang is also very interesting. He should be the most reasonable person, but he is unreasonable."

Jiang Huai returned the original words to him: "Love is unreasonable."

After the two listened to the opera and finished their meal, the painting boat docked. Cong Shan took him by the hand and took him off the boat.

There are hawkers on the bank selling lanterns, one by one in the Qingbo River, blinking like stars in the sky.

Looking at the exquisite lanterns, Jiang Huai on the ground was a little moved and blinked.

Cong Shan said: "The local lanterns have allusions."

Curious, Jiang Huai chased him and asked what it was.

Cong Shan began to tell a story: "It is said that in the Qin Dynasty, there was a newlywed couple. The husband was conscripted by the court to build the Great Wall. He died of illness soon after and his bones were buried under the Great Wall. The wife who was far away at home could not hear from her husband for a long time, and went through all kinds of hardships. When they came to the Great Wall, what they got was the sad news of her husband’s death. The wife cried on the Great Wall for three days and three nights, and suddenly the Great Wall collapsed, exposing her husband’s bones. The soul of the husband returned to his place, and the husband and wife were reunited."

Jiang Huai found this story very familiar, so he asked Cong Shan, "My wife...is she called Meng Jiangnu?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Lawyer Jiang is really smart."

Jiang Huai said: "How can you change the allusions randomly?"

Cong Shan said: "The predecessors were Meng Jiangnv crying on the Great Wall, and I am Meng Jiangnv putting up lanterns."

Jiang Huai said, "You are so unreasonable."

Cong Shan smiled: "Lawyer Jiang is being reasonable again."

Jiang Huai understood, and he made up an allusion in order to tease what he said on the boat.

Cong Shan asked him, "Will Lawyer Jiang still put up the lantern?"

Jiang Huai said: "Let it go, the lanterns will replace the tears. I cry a lot for Meng Jiangnu."

Cong Shan laughed out loud.

This person is really cute.

Cong Shan bought two lanterns, and handed one of them to Jiang Huai to write his wish.

Jiang Huai had a lot to tell the gods, but felt that he was too greedy, so he only wrote down the words "peace and joy".

After he finished writing, he quietly looked at Cong Shan, and Cong Shan wrote very seriously.

After the two of them finished writing, Cong Shan borrowed a lighter and lit the flower candle. The lantern floated tremblingly on the river and was blown away by the night wind.

Jiang Huai saw a lotus lantern and said, "When autumn comes, you can peel the lotus seeds and eat them."

Cong Shan said: "Lotus seeds can invigorate the spleen and relieve diarrhea, nourish the kidney and astringe essence, nourish the heart and calm the nerves."

Jiang Huai saw another small orange lantern and said, "You can eat oranges in late autumn, they are sour and sweet."

Cong Shan said: "Chen peel can regulate qi and invigorate the spleen, dry dampness and resolve phlegm."

Jiang Huai saw another chrysanthemum lantern and said, "Chrysanthemums can be used for hot pot. The Empress Dowager Cixi likes it very much."

Cong Shan said: "Chrysanthemum can clear away heat and fire, produce body fluid and quench thirst."

Jiang Huai thought that Cong Shan could become a monk just now, but now he thinks that he is indeed a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Cong Shan guessed what he was thinking, and asked him with a smile: "Will Lawyer Jiang guess which Chinese herbal medicine is the most precious?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and guessed: "Chen Xiang?"

Cong Shan shook his head and said, "Danggui."

Jiang Huai asked, "Why?"

Cong Shan said: "If the prodigal son turns back, he will not exchange the angelica for gold."

It turned out that he had said an elegant pun.

Jiang Huai felt that this person looked like a layman born in the world, with a touch of romance in Chinese medicine.

The two stood on the Shiba Bridge, watched the lanterns for a while, the moon hid in the clouds, and they were ready to go back.

Jiang Huai didn't sleep all night last night, sitting in the co-pilot and feeling sleepy, Cong Shan was afraid that he would fall asleep and accumulate food, so he quietly turned on the car radio.

People in Jiangcheng are made of water, but they speak with fire, which sounds like they are arguing.

Jiang Huai has an occupational disease and always wants to mediate when he hears a quarrel, so he asked Cong Shan: "What are they arguing about?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "This is a local advertisement for marriage."

Jiang Huai blushed, and instead of talking about the quarrel, he changed the phrase: "It sounds like yelling at a vegetable market."

Cong Shan said: "Different routes lead to the same goal."

Jiang Huai understood what he meant, and said, "No matter how good the ingredients are, they will be eaten, and no matter how good the blind date is, they will return to daily necessities."

Cong Shan laughed. He turned up the volume and asked, "Lawyer Jiang is single?"

Jiang Huai nodded.

Cong Shan said: "The lady on the radio now has a local registered permanent residence, has a car and a house, is young and beautiful, and is very suitable for Lawyer Jiang."

Jiang Huai said, "Why did you start helping me on a blind date?"

Cong Shan said: "I won't help you, I will help the big banyan tree."

He has always been brooding about Jiang Huai's seeking marriage.

Jiang Huai shot back: "I think it is also very suitable for Dr. Cong."

Cong Shan smiled: "The Goddess is affectionate, but King Xiang has no intention."

Jiang Huai became nervous for a moment, and he asked calmly, "Dr. Cong has a lover?"

Cong Shan shook his head and said, "I haven't."

Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and heard Cong Shan say the next sentence.

"I'm gay."

Jiang Huai froze in place.

Cong Shan's expression did not change, he was frank and frank.

Jiang Huai remembered the wish he made under the big banyan tree at noon today.

He was not greedy, and even cautiously asked the big banyan tree to give him someone who could accompany him to eat a bowl of hot noodles when he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Then he returned to Jiangcheng, worked overtime until night, and met Cong Shan downstairs in the law firm.

Cong Shan took him to the night market, bought potatoes, and listened to opera.Cong Shan would deliberately bicker with him to make him happy.

Finally, Cong Shan sat in the car and told Jiang Huai that he was gay.

Jiang Huai heard his own heartbeat, and felt that the big banyan tree might really have worked.

Cong Shan asked him, "Where does Mr. Jiang live?"

Jiang Huai didn't dare to answer, but closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Cong Shan turned to look at him, and found that Jiang Huai's eyelashes were shaking slightly.

He didn't poke it, turned off the radio, and opened the car window.

The gentle night wind blows in, and Congshan faces the moon, humming an ancient and gentle song.