It seems that I am still too full [travel]

Han Ji said these words in front of all the guests and staff, no matter how embarrassed Xie Shi was, and what he was thinking in his heart, everyone present had a sense of praise in their hearts and knew how to measure this Mr. Xie The weight in the heart of my lord.

Even though Han Ji's status is a rare honor in the world, he can't bear to be subordinated to others, and calls himself both a friend and a teacher. How important this is!All of a sudden, everyone has their own thoughts, or doubts, or understanding, or envy.

Since Xie Shi was under his own command, the anti-Mongolian cause was even more powerful, and everyone at the meeting became more and more excited. Cen Yu didn't hesitate at this time, and directly suggested that the attendants should fetch wine to celebrate this great event.After finishing speaking, he took a closer look at Han Ji's expression, and saw that there was a rare and obvious joy and comfort between his brows, and he didn't speak out against it. He became more courageous, and even set his eyes on the plum wine made by his master himself.

Han Ji glanced at him, but he didn't refuse, even Mr. Song was startled now, he smiled and said to Song Shou beside him: "Qianxi is lucky today, Xisheng is not so generous on weekdays. I ask him for this plum wine every year, and he is very merciful, giving him two or three bottles at most."

Han Ji didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being exposed in public, and directly said indifferently: "Drinking hurts your health, don't be too greedy."

Mr. Song Xi glared, dissatisfied with his old age, and what was even more annoying was that Song Shou, who was next to him, also agreed, "My lord is right, good wine is good, but health is the most important thing."

In the end, it was Xie Shi who was next to Han Ji who coaxed him to comfort the old Song who was getting older and more like an old urchin.

He said: "This plum wine has a high alcohol content, so it is not suitable to drink too much. In the next summer, I will brew a medicinal wine for Mr. Song. This wine is a health-preserving wine. Even if you drink a few more glasses, it will not be a problem." Thank you for the medicinal wine When he was in graduate school, he was taught by an old professor who was proficient in health preservation. The old gentleman was still full of black hair in his sixtieth year, and his spirit was better than most young people. He "kept" the experimental seedlings, and when he saw that Xie Shi was good at drinking and food, he forcefully gave him the medicinal wine prescription.

Elder Song was so coaxed by his promise that he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and patted Xie Shi on the shoulder, "Then I'll remember it for you. It's Mr. Xie who loves my old man. It doesn't feel right to eat anything with his mouth when he's old. Now, only Xie boy, your craftsmanship can make me eat with gusto. After eating a lot, my body seems to be a little lighter, not as heavy as before. Last time I ate your mutton and shark fin After the Buddha jumped over the wall, after returning, not only the aftertaste is endless, but the more beautiful thing is that the soles of the feet and the palms of the hands are warm and sweaty for a few days."

Xie Shi was amused by the old man's exaggerated praise, "Although there is no Buddha jumping over the wall today, the menu for the banquet is also prepared by the juniors. When the dishes are served, Mr. Song, please eat more." Song Xi nodded with a smile, and said bluntly Just wait, otherwise he, an old man, would not have come to join in the excitement of this group of young people in previous years.

Snow is falling outside the window, plum wine and clear tea are warming on the stove, bubbles are bubbling from the copper stove mouth, and everyone in the house is chatting with each other. It is a rare leisure time all year round.When Xie Shi heard that you hadn't eaten any snacks at noon, he asked someone to bring the cakes made in the morning to sacrifice to the Kitchen God, and to fill their stomachs first.

The Lunjiao Cake, which is as soft and waxy as snow, is still steaming, fluffy and light, and when you put it in your mouth, it feels like a cloud of fragrance.Tangbudiao was served in crystal clear glass bowls. In each bowl, there were four white, plump and round glutinous rice dumplings, dotted with white sesame seeds and soybean flour in the middle. Scoop them up with a spoon and eat them. Put it in your mouth, sweet in your heart.

From a distance, Xie Shi saw a familiar figure walking towards the corner of the corridor, but it turned out to be the young boy Han Ning who rushed over.Han Ning was summoned by someone sent by Han Ji. This was also the first time for the young boy to join the elders' gathering of sages, which was profound and intriguing.

When Zhou Ping went to invite her, Mrs. Han happened to be at Han Ning's place at that time, so she quickly put a thick robe on her brother Ning, and urged him to go to the banquet, so as not to keep the elders waiting for a long time. She also specifically asked him to behave well and not to embarrass his uncle.Facing his mother's ardent exhortations, the teenage boy seemed very calm, and in turn comforted his mother who was showing some anxiety even though she tried her best to hide it.

"Han Ning has met all the gentlemen and uncles." Under the porch, the young man was tall and tall, and at a young age, he behaved gracefully and his brows were calm. Although he looked more like his late father, he acted like his younger brother. Uncle Han draws the wind.

Han Ji, who was seated first, nodded, didn't say anything, and just let him take his seat.Han Ning was about to go to the bottom of the seat when he heard a gentle voice from the side calling him: "Brother Ning, come here."

Seeing the child approaching, Xie Shi pushed the glutinous rice cakes in the lacquer box to him and motioned him to try it.

Han Ning looked down, the glutinous rice cakes were exquisitely made, supported by green leaves at the bottom, and evenly covered with a layer of white fine crumbs, I don't know what it is made of, but it feels like snowflakes floating outside .There are four colors of glutinous rice crackers. The first one Han Ning picked up was matcha salted egg yolk. The boy, who is not good at eating sweets like his uncle, ate happily. When he took the second one, he was surprised to find that it was filled with fruit and pulp!

Xie Shi saw that he was eating happily, and said to him: "Glutinous rice is not easy to digest. Fortunately, it is winter now, and it can be stored for many days. The rest will be brought back to eat later. Brother Ning, save some stomach for later. Let's have a table." Han Ning obeyed obediently.

After eating a little bit, the auspicious snow outside the window, the cold wind subsided, the weather was clear, and there was a layer of snow that was neither thick nor thin on the ground.Xie Shi was standing on the steps of the courtyard, there was an old plum tree, the blossoming stamens on the branches exhaled a cold fragrance, when breathing, the chest was filled with a sense of freshness and refreshment.He reached out and brushed the snow off the branches, but unexpectedly, he was terrified by the cold snow.The childish action made Han Ning look over and asked, "Do you want to make snow lions, sir?"

I saw that under the steps, while waiting for the guests to arrive, a group of young people who arrived first had already had fun. Most of Cen Yu's men were southerners from the Fujian and Yue regions. It was rare to see such heavy snow in previous years. Wang, not afraid of the cold, saw that Cen Yu, who is on the top of the peak, was going to build a snow scene at this time, so he naturally let go of his courage and piled up all kinds of strange snow lions and other ice sculptures of different shapes with the snow in the courtyard .

Cen Yu has already completed his masterpiece. He piled up a cornucopia of snow in the courtyard. Xie Shi looked at it. Although he thought that Cen Gu'an was so vulgar even to make a snowman, he still couldn't bear it. I have to admit that his craftsmanship is good, and this treasure basin looks exquisite and lifelike.

Xie Shichao let out a sigh of relief on his frozen fingertips, shook his head and said, "I'm not as childlike as your Uncle Cen."

As twilight faded, Han Ji's subordinates in Fuzhou and the surrounding counties all gathered, and the end-of-year banquet officially began.The lights are like beans, and all the seats are full of noble people.

As soon as the first dish was served, everyone was fascinated. Even those who ate a lot at noon would salivate, and no longer feel that they have no appetite.The gentlemen who were still talking about the state affairs and the current situation also stopped talking. If you look closely, you can see that even if you are calm, all the handsome scholars are looking at the soup pot carried by the attendant.

The cook carried two charcoal-burning stoves and placed them on the round table, and two groups of two, and two groups of attendants carried two copper pots on top.The copper soup pot was covered with a lid, but it was not tightly covered, so bursts of aroma came out from the cracks around the edges, and this aroma alone was enough to attract everyone's attention.

As soon as it was uncovered, even more fragrant clouds surged and came rushing towards us.Song Shou is from Suzhou and Hangzhou, so he recognized what it was at a glance.

"Is this... the Pao Xia Gong?" The Pao Xia Gong is actually a poetic and romantic name for the rabbit meat hot pot, and later evolved into the elegant name of the hot pot.According to records, the Paoxia Puja was created by Lin Hong, a scholar of the former dynasty. When he was visiting Wuyi Mountain, he hunted a hare in a snowy day. , cut the rabbit meat into thin slices, and then dip it in sauce to eat.

Xie Shi nodded, "Mr. Song has a lot of knowledge." Someone was not from Suzhou and Hangzhou, nor a gourmet. It was the first time he heard about this dish, and he asked curiously, "Why is it called Paxia Gong?"

Xie Shi looked at the questioner, and said with a smile: "Look good." After he finished speaking, he picked up a plate of rabbit meat that was shaved as thin as a cicada's wing, and dipped it into the boiling hot soup with serving chopsticks. The raw rabbit meat had its original color When Yin Hong is thrown into the soup, it looks like snow-white waves rushing from the Qingjiang River. After a while, the cooked meat slices turn into light pink.Not only does the color change look good, but in this dish, the soup base prepared by the recipe details provided by Xie Shi is a must, which attracts people's saliva.

"Lin Hong has a poem saying, 'Surges clear the river and snow, the wind blows the evening to shine on the clouds,' this is the origin of the rosy clouds offering." Xie Shi took some slices of hot meat with serving chopsticks and gave them to Han Ning who was next to him, and continued Explain how to eat: "It doesn't take too long to boil the meat. It can be scooped up after the color turns pink. In addition to rabbit meat, there are various meat slices and vegetables that can be boiled together. Then, according to personal taste, dip it in a seasoning dish and eat it."

The taste dish should be made by yourself, but Xie Shi was afraid that this group of ancient people would eat it for the first time, and they would not know how to make the dipping dish and come up with some strange flavors, so he directly prepared several popular dipping dishes for the guests, such as Garlic oil-consuming dishes, spicy dishes made with various seasonings, and spicy sesame sauce dishes, dried cumin dishes, etc., can be said to be both north and south, and can be dipped in various meats.

This way of eating is simple and easy to understand. Xie Shi prepared the dipping dishes for them. After Han Ji raised his chopsticks, everyone also picked up slices of meat with their serving chopsticks, and enthusiastically cooked the rabbit meat hot pot.It was cold outside the window, and the lights in the house illuminated the stove. After tasting the fat and tender rabbit meat hot pot, Han Ji suddenly glanced sideways at the people around him, thinking, this may be what others call the joy of reunion and warmth.

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For the description of Paxia Gong, please refer to "Shan Jia Qing Gong"