He saw it?!

Wei Ping's red leaves were held in the palm of his palm, and his sleeves were hanging down, covering them heavily.

When Song Qianji saw Hongye, did he see that my face changed?

Leaves are ordinary things, and there is no trace of magic left. They are like a hexagonal snowflake falling among the plum blossoms, coming and going quietly without disturbing anyone.

Where is the person who sent the leaves??

But just walked past the yard wall?

The snow is thin, the wind is cold, and the plum blossoms are falling.

"Is it okay?" Song Qianji softly said: "Is it cold?"

Wei Ping's expression was as usual, he touched the corner of his mouth, and shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm not cold."

"Who said there is a 'Baoxia Lan' today? I'm late?"

A loud laugh fell. Ji Chen stepped into the courtyard with a golden red flower cloak waving in the wind, and his collar rolled with thick white fox hair, leading the way.

Wei Ping raised his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Could it be Ji Chen? He presided over the Songyuan Formation. As soon as Ye Zi arrived, he appeared.

It's impossible, he doesn't have this brain.

"You're here too early, I haven't had a seasoning bowl yet. Why don't we go to the market to have barbecue? What do you think?" Wei Ping's surface was not revealed at all.

Ji Chen felt aggrieved: "If you should eat hot pot when you are windy and snowy, the soup is like waves, the meat slices are like clouds, the 'storm of the river is surging, the wind shines on the sunset', what's the matter with eating a barbecue? It's not appropriate. What's more, the cured meat you made of 'Thousand Quotes' has been sold overseas, so do we have to eat it on the street?"

Wei Ping smiled: "The chef of the house got me and improved the cured meat recipe himself. He was more particular about using charcoal and oil."

Ji Chen didn't believe it: "Can it be better than 'Qianqu‌Liuxiang'?"

"Of course. In order to eat the meat that has just been off the grill, the gourmets in Hongfu County line up half a month in advance to book a seat."

The shop in Song Qianji Road was opened by Weiping. The chef was originally a chef by the riverside: "Let's go and try it."

...

‌Although snow falls, the long street is warm, bright and lively.

The lights are bright, as bright as day, and pedestrians are surging like tides.

The three of them were traveling, and Ji Chen ran in front of him:

"The present of the city is different from the past. Brother Wei, you have opened up the trade routes of Qianqu. In the past, you said that one day, the city will be all night long and everyone yearns for it. I see that there is a show, it's not far away."

Wei Ping did not answer.

He didn't want to stay in the yard of Luohongye, but he regretted even more when he went out.

Following Song Qianji all the way, his eyes floating. He was a wealthy businessman who drove high horses, a hawker who drove donkey carts, an old stall owner who was hawking, a young man who solicited business, a child who was drooling, a girl who laughed with each other, and every passerby who passed by...

There is a ghost in his heart, and everyone looks like a ghost, and they all look like an assassin who is here to kill Song Qianji.

Ji Chen realized something was wrong: "Wei Ping, why are you so distracted tonight?"

Song Qianji turned to look at Wei Ping: "You are tired, let's go back."

He wore Mili tonight, and others couldn't see his face and expression clearly.

It was not his wish that the immortal official would go shopping at night and was easily surrounded by excited people, causing traffic jams.

"Not tired." Wei Ping said nonsense: "Just just saw a girl walking under the light, looking beautiful, and was stunned."

Who is Ji Chen immediately became energetic: "My sister is beautiful, what do you think she is like? Do you want to think about it? You gave her a stewed snow clam with red flowers. Are you interested in her? She praised you yesterday and said that your Taoist couple will be very happy to eat the food you cook in the future. It's amazing. You two like to eat and the other know how to cook. The combination of the two of you made is seamless and it makes people angry..."

Song Qianji couldn't help but smile.

Wei Ping: "Brother Ji, if it weren't for tonight, I'd forgotten that you were still a joke."

If Meng Heze had to turn around and slip away, but Wei Ping would change the topic:

"Here, this is my store. Please give me a glimpse of it."

The diners who lined up at the door were swallowing and sniffing. The aroma of oily, meat, and spices mixed into a complex and unique aroma, which was fascinating.

Ji Chen looked up and said, "Taipingji? Your barbecue restaurant is called 'Taipingji'. The signboard is also ordinary."

"My name is 'Ping', it's just plain."

Ji Chenyuan turned around and pointed: "Look at the 'Fugui Record' on the left, the 'Ronghua Record' on the right, and there is the 'Jinxiudui' silk and satin shop branch of Hongfu Yishang on the opposite side of the street. The plaques are brighter than you, are you still balanced?"

Wei Ping was speechless.

"I think this name is good." Song Qianji looked up at the plaque: "It is easy to enjoy wealth, but it is difficult to get peace. The word "is not bad."

Ji Chen was shocked and said, "Brother Wei, you wrote this sign by yourself? Brother Song is the leader in calligraphy and painting test. On the Star Picking Platform, a hero post was crawling. The following is the hero. He said that your handwriting is good, it must be great!"

"I, I've practiced it for a while. Mr. Song praised it."

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional. Wei Ping's breathing rhythm is slightly chaotic.

"Mr. Wei, you are here! Please come quickly."

Fortunately, the guy at the door was alert and recognized Wei Ping at a glance. He immediately called in and asked him to go to the private room on the second floor.

The diners lined up at the door were envious: "They must be legendary distinguished guests."

Another person cherished it and touched his number card: "I will be upgraded to level after having two more meals! Not far!"

"I'm yellow. In addition to eating, is there any way to not queue up?"

"Yes, we moved from Hongfu to Qianqu, signed up for the Xianguan Mansion to recruit workers, and evaluated as a "pioneer of rivers" and "pioneer of roads". Not only do we don't have to queue up, but we also have discounts when checking out."

"This method is equivalent to nothing!"

Song Qianji listened and laughed at Wei Ping with many tricks and his mind was active.

The baking tray is full of smoke, and the smoke and clouds are lingering, making a sound.

Freshly cut meat slices are bright red and thin, the snowflake pattern is uniform and delicate, and it changes color instantly when it is heated. Clip the chopsticks and press the feed bowl.

The marinated kebabs taste more intense, and when they bite, the juice splashed everywhere.

Ji Chen refused to look up when he ate. The bowls and chopsticks were knocked into music.

Wei Ping didn't eat it himself, so he gave Song Qianji a barbecue and dipped it in sauce: "It's snowing outside the house, and the house is snowflake beef, this time it's time to meet the situation?"

Ji Chen said vaguely: "It's appropriate to the situation, it's so fragrant!"

Song Qianji said: "I will do it myself."

Sometimes the other party takes care of him too carefully and thoughtfully, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Even if he is a biological son, he will not serve me in everything, right?

Wei Ping was about to refuse, but suddenly heard a silly song:

"If you kill a revenge in your hands and hands, will it be unrighteous? If you kill people in the world, you will repay them in this way..."*

Their private room was facing the street, and the singing was drunk, intermittently, floating in from outside the building.

"Who is singing on the second floor of the silk satin farm opposite?" Ji Chen said in surprise.

Wei Ping lowered his eyes, his black eyes were slightly cold.

A voice transmission sounded in his ears: "Wei‌yu, do you think I look like a girl?"
Chapter completed!