Chapter 122: Qinyuanchun·Snow

Xiao Yi glanced at her and said coolly, "I'll treat you."
"Great!" Nan Baoyi got excited immediately, cheering and rushing to the most expensive stall, "Second brother, I want to eat spicy fried snails and fried prawns! Let's have a dozen skewers!"
The roadside stalls in the night market are not as particular as banquets, they only focus on color and taste.
Set up a big pot on the street, stir-fry fresh snails with spicy oil, add chopped green onion, garlic, sauce and other seasonings. The fresh fragrance can be smelled all over the street!
Jinguancheng is located in Sichuan and Sichuan, and the food is spicy. Although Nanbaoyi likes sweets, he can also eat spicy food.
She seldom had the opportunity to eat a roadside stall. At this time, she was holding a kraft paper bag full of spicy fried snails, picked up the snails in disregard of the image, and sucked contentedly.
Xiao Yi looked at her.
The little girl had nothing to eat, as if she was completely immersed in the hustle and bustle of the night market, with a lively breath coming to her face, she was truly standing beside him.
As if aware of his gaze, she raised her head and raised her eyebrows sweetly, "Second brother, do you want a snail too?"
She had the sauce on her mouth, and her grin made her look straight.
"Insulting gentleman." Xiao Yi wiped the corners of her mouth with a sweat towel, "Tell Xiao Er to pack the skewers and eat them when they go home."
Nan Baoyi smiled and agreed.
However, she was reluctant to walk back so far from Hanlin Street to Nanfu.
She whispered: "Second brother, how tired walking is, how about riding a horse?"
Xiao Yi didn't say anything.
He hugged the little his horse, and rode her ten feet away. She started to be a demon again: "Second brother, the wind is too big, it’s so cold to gallop like this. Why don’t I sit on a horse and you lead the horse to go? Go ahead?"
The little girl in her arms is delicate and young, holding the skewers and fried snails, with a tender manner.
What can Xiao Yi do? The little girl who spoiled herself can only continue to spoil her.
He held the reins silently and walked forward on the snow.
On both sides of the long street, the lanterns are gorgeous.
Nan Baoyi picked up a snail, took a bite gently, and quietly looked at the young man leading the horse.
He is handsome and tall with a brocade robe and jade crown.
Just the back view gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
If she would marry someone in the future, she would really like to marry an indomitable man like the Minister of Power, rather than the kind of low-hearted villain like Cheng Deji.
She raised her head and Xixue lightly fell on the eyelashes.
She suddenly hoped that this road tonight will never end.
...
The second day.
The weather was too cold, and the large study room of Chaowen Yuan opened a ground dragon. The room was warm and warm, even if it was wearing thin bedding.
Jiang Suihan set up a large stove under the east window of the large study, and put a fine wire mesh on it.
He let the aftertaste prepare cut fresh meat slices, washed clams, leeks, mushrooms, tofu, etc., plus sauce and salt and pepper, saying that it is to be barbecued.
Xiao Yiduan sat by the west window, very disgusted: "What are you messing up with where you are studying?"
"Ancient saying: people take food as their heaven. What's wrong with me making some barbecue?" Jiang Suihan rolled up his sleeves and sprinkled salt and pepper on the barbecue, "Brother Xiao family, Shen Xiaolangjun, you two don't be polite to me, come and eat!"
Sitting on the futon, Shen Yichao still looks like the noble son of Shengxue in white.
He was cutting a plum blossom. Hearing the words, he raised his eyes and glanced at the barbecue grill. He faintly commented: "The gentleman is far away from the cook. Although Doctor Jiang has excellent medical skills, he personally grilled meat. It is very insulting and gentle. If I were to judge the grade. , You can only be the fourth product. Although the sliced ​​meat is delicious, it uses too much sauce, which obscures its own umami taste. The sixth product—"
"Don't talk about it, noisy!"
Jiang Suihan poked a piece of roasted meat.
The meat slices were grilled to be charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with red oil beads, sprinkled with salt and pepper.
He got up to eat, and sighed: "This kind of deliciousness in the world, you two are really no blessings!"
"What is delicious on earth?"
Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold holding the book.
She sniffed her little nose and looked at the barbecue grill, Dan Feng's eyes lit up instantly.
She went straight to the barbecue grill, "Brother Jiang, I want to eat too!"
"Look, you can eat!" Jiang Suihan smiled and handed her the dishes and chopsticks.
Nan Baoyi tasted some meat slices and roasted vegetables, and her body gradually warmed up from the snow.
She couldn't help but praised: "This kind of baking method is rare, and the taste is excellent!"
"That's natural." Jiang Suihan put the clams on the grill, "This stuff is fresh, let's have a good time today!"
The fine snow outside the window was misty.
Nan Baoyi was eating spicy food, his lips blushing, he breathed, and said: "Tomorrow, it is scheduled for German to host a banquet at Guanxue Lake. I will be there to attend..."
Jiang Suihan put honey chicken wings on the bamboo skewers: "Cheng German? Your fiance?"
"Yeah! It is said that the children of the rich and powerful in the city will be invited... Huh! Go to Guanxue Lake to enjoy the snow poems... Everyone present must write poems and lyrics based on the winter scenery..."
Nan Baoyi is so spicy, even speaking with difficulty.
Xiao Yi handed over a bowl of warm tea at the right time.
She took the warm tea and drank it, and slightly relieved the hotness in her throat, "Although I read some books, I don't know how to write poetry at all. You have to help me think of an idea!"
Although she intends to let Cheng Deji voluntarily resign by self-destructing her reputation, she must be ridiculed by him and Nan Yan for this.
Watching the snow lake feast, she has to overshadow the style of Nan Yan!
Shen Yichao admired the plum blossom branches and sarcastically said: "Fool! As long as you make a poem and essay ahead of time, won't you be arrogant?"
Nan Baoyi retorted: "It's easy for you to say, but even if you give me three more days, I can't make any poetry articles!"
"So in the final analysis, it's still because of your stupidity. My son rated you as the eighth grade, and he deserves it."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
He was so reasonable that she was unable to refute it.
Jiang Suihan smiled schemingly: "Nan Xiaowu, I can help you get a good poem. I dare not say that there is no one before, but there is absolutely no one in the world. If you are at the feast of Snow Lake Reciting, surely can make everyone admire!"
"Writing? Just you?" Shen Yichao sneered.
"Look down on me?" Jiang Suihan raised his eyebrows, "Look at it, I'll show you off!"
He got up and shook the folding fan after he cleaned his hands.
He put on a green robe and stood under the east window, and made a serious gesture: "Please listen carefully!"
Nan Baoyi seemed to be ready to appreciate the big show, and couldn't wait to sit tightly.
Xiao Yi glanced at her.
The little girl looked forward to it, Dan Feng's eyes were shining.
Holding a bunch of small mushroom skewers in his hand, the mushrooms bite into a small bite, and there are shallow teeth marks.
He turned sideways slightly and ate the mushroom quietly.
Nan Baoyi didn't notice it, but stared at Jiang Suihan with a smile.
In the corner, Shen Yichao rolled his eyes secretly watching his cousin's small movements.
Snow rustling outside the window.
Jiang Suihan cleared his throat, and chanted in a choppy tone:
"The scenery of the North Country, thousands of miles of ice, and thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but recklessness; the river is up and down, and the river is surging. The mountain dancing silver snake, the original wax figure, wants to compare with the gods. Sunny days, look at red makeup Wrapped in plain, very enchanting.
"There are so many beautiful people in the country, which attracted countless heroes to compete. I cherish the Emperor Qin's Han martial arts, slightly losing literary talent; Tang Zongsong ancestor, a little less coquettish. A generation of arrogance, Genghis Khan, only knows the bow and the big eagle. Look at the present!"
After he finished chanting, he proudly looked at the three of them: "How about this poem?"