Yuanbao's eyes were lit up, and the fragrant smell of braised sausage floated all over the yard. He couldn't help but come to the stove to see the oily pig intestines rolling in the pot, "Young boy, can this... really be eaten?"

"What are you anxious about?" Pei Xiaoqing knocked on his fat hand with chopsticks: "I'll stir-fry it later and then serve it on the table. Let Ah Zhong buy some wine, you can drink two glasses."

Yuanbao's saliva was almost flowing out, and he pushed Zisang: "Go quickly, go quickly, invite Brother Yuanrong here. What's the point of drinking alone? Someone has to drink it in front of you to taste it."

Zisang's eyes lit up, and he actually lifted his skirt and ran out.

It was too late for Pei Xiaoqing to stop her.

Looking back, what would it look like if Yuan Rong was such a gentle and clean person, if he sat at the small stone table in the yard, held a glass of wine, and then ate a pig that even the servants refused to eat into the water?

Although she didn't want to marry Yuan Rong, she had to admit that Yuan Rong was indeed a very good person. When she first arrived in the town and wanted to get rid of Ye Qianyu, if she had not had Yuan Rong's help, she would have been slandered and would have been difficult for her to survive.

Not marrying does not mean that she cannot be friends. In her heart, she still cherishes the days when she was peacefully together with Yuan Rong.

Since Yuanrong is coming, Pei Xiaoqing will fry the braised pork heart, wind pork liver, braised pork tail, and several dishes are all full of flavors and flavors. The ingredients are all that no one has eaten on weekdays.

Yuanrong was indeed invited.

The clouds on his face were clear and the wind was clear, and his eyes were as warm and gentle as ever. When he saw Pei Xiaoqing, he just smiled lightly, as if there had never been any storm between them.

Pei Xiaoqing also called his cousin warmly and made tea with her own hands to ask him to sit down.

Yuanrong was wearing a simple dark blue robe, clean and gentle. Such a person just stood there quietly, and the whole yard was as bright as a layer of silver, becoming clear and bright. The old willow tree with flowers in the yard also became elegant and charming.

Zisang served the wine with a smile, Pei Xiaoqing personally served the dishes, Yuanbao and Yuanrong sat opposite each other, Yuanbao served the dishes with a smile: "Brother Yuanrong, guess what is this dish?"

"Fried waist flowers." Yuan Rong calmly picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, chewing it gently.

Yuanbao's thin slit eyes immediately opened: "How do you recognize it? This thing is cut like a flower and you haven't eaten it before, so you can recognize it wherever you have? It must be Zisang who told you secretly."

Zisang happened to serve the food, and knocked on his forehead with a blink of an eye; "What are you talking nonsense? I have only eaten these things twice, so I can remember them anywhere."

"Have you eaten it before?" Yuan Rong said in shock.

"Of course, when the second master was there, he was the most picky person. Our girl thought of a way to cook for him. The girl had made all these pigs in the water. The second master's favorite food was the waist flower." When Zisang finished speaking, he stared at the plate of waist flower that was almost half eaten by Yuan Rong, and was stunned.

"If you can guess this, you are awesome." Yuan Rong didn't realize it, and picked up the chopsticks and put them into Yuanbao's bowl.
Chapter completed!