At night, fog rises from the river.

There were several wind lanterns set up in the small courtyard of the medicine shop, and Xin Yi asked Xiang Ling to open the wooden door near the river embankment. Insects were chirping, the night wind was blowing slowly, and the moon in early March climbed to the treetops like a silver hook, and everything became

Hazy and beautiful.

Xinyi wants to cook wine...and hot pot at night to entertain the prince of Guangling.

Everyone in the pharmacy was mobilized.

Two tables were placed one behind the other on the aisle in the middle of the yard, with vegetables and medicinal herbs planted on both sides, the green color just showing. Xin Yi had reserved a place when he designed it, so the table was just right in the middle.

A table for the prince of Guangling County.

One table for everyone else.

Xin Yi was busy stir-frying in the kitchen.

This is the first time she has made hot pot since time travel. The ingredients are not complete, and it is a test of her skills. Xiang Ling is doing the cooking next to her, while San Bao lies on the stove with his hands on the stove and his feet on the small stool. He raises his head and watches with gusto.

The lively atmosphere is very contagious.

Fu Jiuqu sat down in the courtyard early, and Yi Nian stayed by his side like a grown-up. From time to time, he asked Fu Jiuqu some questions, and Fu Jiuqu answered him patiently. The two of them looked like they were getting along.

Biological father and son.

Sun Huai walked over cautiously, "Sir, it's windy outside, do you want to put on some extra clothes?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at the kitchen window and saw the vaguely pretty figure inside, and said lazily: "It's not cold."

Sun Huai looked at the trees in the courtyard that were swaying in the wind, sighed, and stepped back.

It was rare for Duan Sui to see the old youtiao receive a cold look, and he approached with a smile, "Why don't you, Eunuch Sun, wink today? Master Jiu is very happy, don't get in a bad mood."

Sun Huai looked at him sideways, "Duan Guard, didn't you see that the master is wearing thin clothes? I only care about Master Jiu's body, why do I think so much about it?"

Duan Sui pinched himself and smiled disapprovingly, "Eunuch Sun, you feel cold, right? It's already March, how can a person who practices martial arts like Eunuch Sun be wrapped up as thickly as an old man like Eunuch Sun?"

Calling him old? Sun Huai almost vomited blood.

Taking another look at Duan Sui's even thinner clothes, he let go of his feelings for his master and sighed.

"I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Ms. Zhang has given Master Jiu, but she just keeps running here day after day. This time, Master Jiu is willing to stay overnight..."

Duan Sui touched his chin and smiled so hard that his eye sockets bent.

"After tonight, will we have one more master?"

Sun Huai glanced at him and remained silent.

Fu Jiuqu didn't say why he stayed, and those waiting around him wouldn't ask. But the reason why the prince stayed at the medicine shop was obviously for Mrs. Zhang.

After thinking about it, Sun Huai lowered his voice again: "Don't talk nonsense. How can she be the master if her identity is unclear?"

"Whether you are a master or not does not depend on your status." Duan Sui showed rare wisdom and taught Sun Huai his experience with great interest, "To tell you the truth, after receiving so many punishments these days, I have finally figured out the taste.

.As long as it works with

Regarding things related to Mrs. Zhang, if you agree with them and the king likes to hear them, you can get the reward. If you say something bad about her, the king won't like to hear them. Being punished is a trivial matter. If you don't get it right, you will get beaten...

Hey, Eunuch Sun, where are you going?"

Sun Huai plucked his ears and stood in the wind, not wanting to listen.

At this time, Er Nian came out with the "Thousand Character Classic" he had copied.

"Uncle Fu, I've finished writing."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at it, frowned, and gave it a thought.

"What do you think?"

After flipping through it for a moment, he shook his head solemnly, "No."

Then, he pointed out Er Nian's mistakes one by one, looking a bit more serious than Fu Jiuqu.

"Second brother, go ahead and rewrite it. Copy the mistakes a few more times."

"Ah! Still writing?" Er Nian wailed, looking at Fu Jiuqu and almost kneeling down to him.

"Uncle Fu, why don't you teach me a set of boxing skills? I don't want to write anymore..."

Fu Jiuqu's eyebrows remained unchanged, apparently unmoved. When Er Nian saw that there was nothing he could do, he turned around and shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

"Mom, my hand is almost broken when I write -"

Xin Yi stuck his head out of the window with a spatula in hand.

"It can't be cut off. Even if it's cut off, your Uncle Fu can reconnect it for you."

"No~"

The child's screams pierced the night.

The other people waiting in the courtyard also laughed.

Fu Jiuqu curled his lips slightly, raised his glass and looked at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly feeling a sense of dislocation.

He was supposed to be on the high tiled platform next door, toasting and drinking, listening to the orchestral strings and bamboos of Jiao Niang. How could he be inexplicably sitting in this small courtyard, eating light tea?

"Come on, come on! Give way..."

The person carrying the pot was Xin Yi, covering it with two handkerchiefs and shouting as he walked.

The pot was placed.

Fu Jiuqu saw her open the wooden board in the middle of the wooden table as if turning on a power switch, revealing an iron pot surround, then clamped the burning charcoal and placed it in the small stove below. Only then did he find her table.

Very unusual.

In the winter of the Northern Song Dynasty, the way of eating hot pot was already very common among the people. When winter came, hot pots were also available in taverns and restaurants in Bianjing City. Usually, the stove was placed on the table and a copper or pottery pot was placed on it.

The soup pot is used to cook meat or vegetables. People call it "hot pot", but the pot is a pot and the stove is a stove. They don't look like they are put together like this.

Sun Huai, Cheng Cang, and Duan Sui also saw it and felt it was strange. They all came up to watch and marveled.

"This table is very convenient for eating hot pot. Where did Madam Zhang buy it?"

Xin Yi smiled and said: "I asked Uncle Zhang to help me find a carpenter who specially customized them. If the prince likes them, I will ask the carpenter to make two more and send them to the house."

Fu Jiuqu looked at her up and down with complicated eyes.

Poof! Xin Yi laughed.

Seeing this "young old antique" who looked like he had never seen the world, she couldn't tell whether she should be proud or helpless. She wiped the table with a handkerchief and stabilized the pot.

"Don't worry, Prince. It's just an ordinary table. It doesn't have such a deep mystery. Because there is a fire underneath, I call it hot pot. When I go back and plant the peppers for seasoning, the taste of this hot pot will be good."

At that time, I will invite the prince to taste it."

Fu Jiuqu teased her with his eyes.

The steaming pot quickly began to boil.

The rich fragrance floated in his nose, and his eyes darkened.

"You know how to do everything?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "The prince has given you the reward."

After saying this with a smile, she turned to prepare the second pot and gave instructions to Xiang Ling and her husband.

"Stop watching and serve the food quickly. The prince is hungry."

The hot pot dishes, both meat and vegetable, were all served on plates, and the two little girls served them happily, which made everyone's mouth full.

Sannian climbed up on the stool without ceremony and said in a childish voice: "I want to sit with Uncle Fu."

Second thought: "I want it too, I want it too."

Yi Nian glanced at his younger brother and sister, lowered his eyes, "There must be no distinction between superiority and inferiority..." He bowed to Fu Jiuqu in a polite manner and smiled shyly, "Second Nian and San Nian are not sensible, Uncle Fu don't want to

Blame.”

"Sit down. All three of you sit here." Fu Jiuqu's face was soft, his eyes swept over San Nian's round eyes, and then glanced at Er Nian's little hands that were stained dark with ink.
Chapter completed!