Shangguan Ling didn't mind that she refused her kindness, so he naturally took back the handkerchief and put it in his arms, saying, "That was misunderstood by Miss Nine. If I weren't particularly interested in food, how could I live in Zuixianlou for several months? However, I didn't find it here specifically, but I discovered it accidentally many years ago. What's rare is that after so many years, Uncle Xiang's skills have not changed at all, just like when I first ate it."

As he said that, he turned around and asked Uncle Xiang for two cups, took the pineapple wine he brought to fill them up. However, without waiting for Yun Qinghuan to raise his glass, he raised his head and drank the full glass of wine.

Yun Qinghuan didn't say anything, she knew that the man in front of her had fallen into memories.

Maybe it is a very beautiful memory, and it has an incomprehensible relationship with this wine-making Lantern Festival. Over the years, he has been so obsessed with the taste here, so he may not really think that the wine-making Lantern Festival here is unparalleled in the world. Maybe it is just because that taste can give him the most beautiful memories.

Memories are a very sad mood, especially beautiful memories. When you feel that memories are beautiful, it proves that you can no longer have that kind of beauty.

Yun Qinghuan and Shangguan Ling were not very familiar with each other, so even if they knew that he was in a certain mind, they couldn't ask, so they just sat quietly and ate no left in the bowl of wine-making Lantern Festival.

When did Shangguan Ling come out of memories from the past? Yun Qinghuan, who was eating seriously, didn't know. It was only when he got up and paid that Yun Qinghuan got up.

Just as the two were about to leave, Uncle Xiang suddenly called Shangguan Ling, "Young Master, I just made this wine-making Lantern Festival. Please give it to Miss Xin for me."

Shangguan Ling seemed very surprised. After a while, he took the lantern festival that had been packed. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Uncle Xiang stole it, "Young Master, don't come again after today. I'm older, and my family said I can't work hard anymore. So from tomorrow, I won't come here to set up a stall again. The young master's intentions should have been understood. Listen to Uncle Xiang's advice, don't be persistent. I see that the girl beside you is good. Why should you let down the person in front of you?"

Shangguan Ling didn't say anything, but he was always casual, and his eyes were filled with loss. I don't know if it was because of that girl Xin or because she could never taste such a rare and good taste again.

After being silent for a while, he finally laughed, "Thank you, Uncle Xiang! But I always miss your skills. If I am really greedy in the future, I will come to your house and you must satisfy the greed in my stomach. Also, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, remember to come to me and go to Zuixianlou to find it!"

After saying that, he left with Yun Qinghuan.

Following Shangguan Ling, Yun Qinghuan kept thinking about how to speak to break this uncomfortable silence. It was obvious that Shangguan Ling was in a bad mood at this moment. Because everything tonight touched his memories, beautiful memories that were absolutely unrecoverable.

The root of all this must be the girl Xin mentioned by Uncle Xiang, and Uncle Xiang's wine-making Lantern Festival must play an indelible and important role in it.

Shangguan Ling didn't say anything, but went straight to the Nanyue River, regardless of whether Yun Qinghuan behind him could keep up.

Although it was already dark, it was not too late, so the singers on the pleasure boat on the Nanyue River were all thinking of ways to attract guests. Naturally, they would not let go of the handsome young man like Shangguan Ling.

But when I looked at the amiable person, I was indifferent tonight and was intimidating.

A few people who were not afraid of death came up to invite him on the boat, but were eventually scared away by the intimidating cold air on his body. After that, no one dared to come up to find it boring.

Yun Qinghuan followed him and tried her best to reduce her presence. After all, she was not familiar with this man. Although looking at him being particularly close, God knows whether he would be perverted in his heart and would vent his anger on others when he was in a bad mood.

There are also cases of this kind. Often, those who usually think they are very easy to get along with will always do some strange things that others cannot understand in private. These are all because they are too suppressed in normal times, so they need to find a special way to vent their emotions.

Based on Yun Qinghuan's experience, she felt that Shangguan Ling was not that kind of person. But there was nothing absolute. So she followed her very carefully without asking a word.

Shangguan Ling sat on the ground on the bank of the Nanyue River with the packaged wine-making Lantern Festival, looking at the pleasure boats coming and going in the Nanyue River, listening to the gentle and tender songs of the singers on the pleasure boats, it took a long time to take out the wine-making Lantern Festival, paused in his hand for a moment, and poured it into the Nanyue River without falling a drop in the next second.

Yun Qinghuan was stunned. Could Miss Xin be gone?

"She's dead!"

Yun Qinghuan was flashing with such thoughts, and Shangguan Ling's voice rang in his ears.

"Five years ago, she married me for only one year, and went with her unborn child because of difficult labor." On the side of the Nanyue River in the dark, mixed with the melodious Jiangnan song, Shangguan Ling's voice seemed a little illusory, as if it was not true, "The first time she and I wanted to meet was in front of Uncle Xiang's stall. Uncle Xiang's business was very good, it was still early, and the ingredients he prepared were all bought, leaving only a bowl of wine-making Lantern Festival. At that time, I didn't know how to let her go, and I just felt that when her big eyes were wide open and glaring at me, I felt that I couldn't.

If you give in, otherwise you will seem like you are afraid of her. So, I am determined to win the only remaining wine-making Lantern Festival. As for her, she had eaten Uncle Xiang’s food before and knew that Uncle Xiang’s skills were excellent, so she was unwilling to give in. So we both competed in front of Uncle Xiang’s stall. Later, Uncle Xiang was in a hurry to close the stall and went home, so she had to think of a way for us to share it. I was really hungry at that time, so she didn’t care. Later, she said that she was too hungry at that time, so she didn’t object.”

Speaking of this, Shangguan Ling paused, and a smile appeared on his cold face, "It was a winter night. She and I shared a bowl of wine-making Lantern Festival one by one. I felt that I had never eaten such delicious food, so I couldn't wait to rush over after that day, so she was always there every day. Later one day, I saw her coming with a man, who was very nice to her, and she also relied on that man. I suddenly didn't know what happened to me, but I actually felt that the delicious food in my mouth was gone. It was not until that day that I realized that what made me feel was not Uncle Xiang's craftsmanship, but her!"
Chapter completed!