Heavy snow was flying.
There was a journey from the kitchen to the pavilion.
When the three were holding the trays, they all bent over, carefully blocking the wind and snow with their bodies.
But…
There were still a lot of snowflakes, falling into the dish, and then melted by the hot temperature of the dish.
"Master, the food is ready!" Zhao Bingsheng walked in the front and stepped into the pavilion. He put the three dishes on the stone table again, "This old slave will go and get a chair." After he put the tray on the table, he made his way towards the nearest room.
"Master, our dishes are also the best. They are your favorite dishes back then..." Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun also gently placed the dishes in the tray on the stone table and spoke respectfully.
Everything they cooked was homemade dishes.
One serving of chopped pepper fish head.
One serving of stir-fried bean curd in chili sauce...
If he was correct, they were made by Jin Rufan. He was from Sichuan Province, who liked spicy food. When he first learned how to cook, these two dishes were the best dishes he could make, and he was often praised by Ye Bei.
A bowl of stewed pork noodle.
A bowl of Three Ground Fresh. (A/N: A dish consisting of stir-fried potato, eggplant, and green pepper, all of which were vegetables that grow on the ground.)
This must be done by Liu Zhiyun; he was from Northeast China.
Ye Bei was still very familiar with these memories...
"The years are passing by. I still remember that when I taught everyone how to cook, everyone had a few dishes they were good at, each with their own characteristics... I don't know if the taste is the same as before." Looking at the dishes on the stone table, Ye Bei sat aside, he picked up the chopsticks and did not do anything, but said softly.
Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan's bodies startled.
"Master, over the years, this old slave has been practicing cooking every day, and never dared to forget... just waiting for the day when the master can come back again and make it for you personally." Liu Zhiyun responded quickly and respectfully with no lie.
Jin Rufan also said quickly, "Master, this old slave has been the same over the years. Even if this old slave has money, I cook by myself every day! I have never forgotten it, maybe the food tastes different from the past, but it will only be better."
"En." Ye Bei nodded and gave a soft hum.
On the side, when Wang An heard these words, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for the two of them. This time, the two of them barely passed the test. Although he hated the betrayal, he knew that there were only these few old friends, if one was missing, there would always be something missing.
...
Squeak-squeak-
The thick snowflakes made a squeaking sound when they were stepped on.
Three-Legged Dragon Manor's inner courtyard was exceptionally quiet.
Zhao Bingsheng carried a wooden chair, it was obviously snowing and it was very cold, but there were still some drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Master, here comes the chair!" Walking into the pavilion, Zhao Bingsheng put down the chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stroked the snowflakes on his body, and said respectfully and softly.
"Well, you move to the stone table and sit down." Ye Bei nodded.
"Yes, sir!" Zhao Bingsheng placed the wooden chair between Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan.
But he did not sit down directly...
Instead, he squatted his body, picked up the jug placed on the stone table, and began to pour the wine. When the wine was full, he firmly held his own wine glass and looked at Ye Bei, "Master! This glass of wine, the old slave toasts 'you', the elderly"
After that, he raised his head and drank the wine with one sip.
The wine that had been kept for thousands of years, although it was very mellow and had an endless aftertaste, it was also very strong. After this glass of wine, Zhao Bingsheng felt a little hot in his throat, like a burning fire.
"Master, the old slave also toasts you!" Upon seeing this, Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun stood up, not dare to delay, learning from Zhao Bingsheng, they also drank all the wine in one gulp.
Wang An sat next to them was calm and indifferent. After staying two days with Ye Bei, before he knew it, he became more mature. He knew that his master did not care about many things, the more he did, the more wrong he would be.
"Sit." Looking at the empty cups of the three of them, he just gave out such a word lightly, his complexion and attitude were indifferent.
The three immediately sat down.
But at this time, Ye Bei spoke slowly, with a slight sigh in his voice, "It's been 80 years, the last time you sat and ate like this, you were all just kids… your drinking capacities were also low, and with only a sip, you would say it's spicy."
When Wang An heard this, his body shook slightly.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun lowered their heads, the fear in their eyes increased.
On the contrary, Zhao Bingsheng, with those dumb eyes, was only sadder, "Yes! The first time I drank alcohol that year, I thought that kind of thing was very difficult to drink! But as time goes by, I find that I like alcohol more and more. It can relieve sorrows, relieve sadness, and even make one intoxicating!"
"Perhaps!" Ye Bei raised his chopsticks, picked up a little dish at random, and put it in his mouth. When he spoke, it was as though he was cherishing his words like gold, "Eat the food."
"Yes, sir!" When Ye Bei moved his chopsticks, the four guys began to pick up dishes one after another.
It's just that the four of them were very restrained, not only were they slow in their movements, but they also pick up very few dishes.
Inside the pavilion, it became extremely quiet again.
Ye Bei ate the dish one after another.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun were also eating dishes.
They practiced cooking dishes countless times on weekdays, but after putting them in their mouths, they always felt that the food was a bit bitter, so they looked up at Ye Bei from time to time, worried that it would make him unsatisfied.
However, Ye Bei's face was indifferent from beginning to end, there was no emotional fluctuation could be seen on his face.
Raising the chopsticks in one hand, this action seemed vulgar, but with an indescribable sense of beauty and elegance.
There were fewer and fewer dishes on the plate.
The wine on the stone table gradually bottomed out.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Bei put down his chopsticks.
Liu Zhiyun, Zhao Bingsheng, Jin Rufan, Wang An... all raised their heads and looked at him.
The air seemed to be frozen together at this moment.
Ye Bei said calmly, "Today is enough, Little An, we should leave here. "
The sound was very soft.
After speaking, with his white gown, he stood up from the stone chair.
Wang An also stood up immediately.
Jin Rufan, Liu Zhiyun did not hesitate even more...
Only Zhao Bingsheng was still sitting on the stone chair. The wine made him flush, with a bit of drunkenness. He looked at Ye Bei and murmured, "Master! The dwelling of the person in the painting is at..."
"If we are destined, we will meet, her dwelling, and the difficulties she encounters, let's just let the flow go." Ye Bei interrupted, his voice soft.
After that, he turned around, flicked his sleeves, and move quietly towards the outer courtyard.
Wang An, Jin Rufan, and Liu Zhiyun followed.
Zhao Bingsheng sat limply on the stone chair, looking at the empty plates, looking at the jug that had been drunk without a drop, looking at the back of the four people in his sight, only the feeling of unprecedented loneliness rushing towards his heart.
"Everything is gone! So many calculations and so many methods were planned out, but in the end... only you are left behind!"
When the group of four stepped out of the inner courtyard, Zhao Bingsheng, with his head that was full of white hair, shook his head and sighed slightly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, slowly unbuttoning the golden yellow shirt and allowing the cold wind around him to pour into his body.
A miniature and diamond-encrusted golden pistol was seen and it was slowly taken out from the golden yellow shirt.