Qiu Wu and others who were guarding outside the door filed in, neatly cleaning up the mess on the ground. The little maid got clean shoes and socks, ready to serve the masters to put them on, but was intercepted by the young man: "Sister Li Qiu
, let me do it.”
Cui Zhiduan sat down on the small round stool brought by Qiu Wu. He held his mother's feet in his small hands and put them on his knees. He looked with bright eyes: "Mom, dad, I will help you put on your socks."
Ye Zhenzhen grabbed Cui Weizhen's sleeves excitedly. Her son was so filial! Although his son didn't wash her feet with water like in the public service advertisement, he helped her put on shoes and socks, which was so heart-warming.
She is so amazing! She actually taught such an amazing angel baby!
Cui Weizhen understands his wife's excitement very well. After all, he is not much better. He is a small person, sitting in front of him seriously and putting on shoes and socks for his parents. He is really well-behaved and cute, and he gives people's heart.
melted.
"That's it."
Cui Zhiduan was done. He was very satisfied with the results of his labor. He looked at his parents expectantly: "Dad, Mom, are your feet still comfortable? If not, I will adjust them for you."
Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen moved their feet, but there was nothing uncomfortable. Cui Weizhen nodded in approval: "Not bad."
"It's great to hold the baby in charge."
Ye Zhenzhen hugged her son and kissed him until his face turned red and he started squirming like a little girl.
At this time Qiu Wu came over and reported: "Mrs. Lang, the pavilion has been decorated. When do you think it is convenient to go there?"
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up: "Then go there now!"
"Mom, what are you and dad doing in the pavilion?"
Cui Zhiduan grabbed his mother's sleeve curiously, with "I want to go too" written all over his face. Ye Zhenzhen was a little hesitant. After all, her son had just shown her courtesy, so it seemed a bit inappropriate for her to reject him without hesitation.
Favor.
But, "Your father and I went to the back garden to cook wine and enjoy the snow. You are a child and you can't drink..."
"It doesn't matter if you can't drink. I can enjoy the snow." Cui Zhiduan rushed to say, blinking at his mother. He knew that her mother couldn't bear him and acted coquettishly: "Mom, just let me go with you."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Cui Weizhen. Cui Zhiduan understood and continued to look at his father with pleading eyes.
Zhen'er is right, this guy is a big lightbulb!
Cui Weizhen's mouth twitched slightly and sighed: "That's all, you can go together."
Cui Zhiduan was so happy that he took the cloak from sister Qiu Wu, put it on seriously, then held the hands of his father and mother, and went to the back garden together.
It has been snowing for a while, and there is more and more snow on the ground. The servants know that the master wants to enjoy the snow, so except for the passage that must be taken, the snow is left in other places. The snow-capped area is especially pure and translucent.
The flowers, plants and trees in the garden have long since withered, and they are all bare. There are only a few snowy winter plums growing across the branches, blooming alone in the frost. There are early flower buds in bud, dotted little by little on the withered brown branches, as red as red.
Rouge smudging.
The family of three crossed the stone bridge and walked to the Huxin Pavilion.
At this time, the setting sun has half-set, and the orange-red afterglow has dyed the earth. The newly fallen snow is crystal clear and white, and because of this halo, it has been dyed with a charming rouge color. The pavilion is surrounded by barriers, and the wind blows the gauze.
, occasionally flying snow slanted in, and soon turned into a puddle of water.
At this time, standing in the pavilion and looking at the hazy light and shadow outside, the cold winter and the vast twilight, one's thoughts suddenly spread far away in this desolate scene, like an ink painting with blurred ink.
Charcoal pots have been burned around the pavilion, and the red charcoal fire crackles softly in the air. There is a small red clay stove in the center of the pavilion, which has been turned on. The red light is flashing, and the warm temperature is faint.
The ground comes out.
There is already a jar of fine wine on the stone table, which is the royal wine brought by Princess Ningyang - Yulou Zuichun. In addition, there are several vessels for warming the wine, green plums for cooking the wine and various snacks for drinking.
Because there was an extra Cui Zhiduan, considering that he could not drink, the considerate Qiu Wu presented a cup of honey pear paste, which tasted sweet after being diluted with warm water. Cui Zhiduan liked to drink it the most.
As soon as he took it, he couldn't wait to take a sip, his eyes narrowed.
"Qiu Wu, you go down first and wait."
Qiu Wu and others knew their masters' preferences well and filed away quietly. Ye Zhenzhen then opened the wine jar in person. First she smelled an elegant scent like the warm spring breeze, and then looked carefully. The contents in the wine jar were
The liquid is fresh and tender, floating like green ants, like a burst of vitality breaking through the darkness of dusk, bringing wisps of warmth to the cold winter day.
Ye Zhenzhen was overjoyed and took the bronze wine warmer and placed it on the small red clay stove. She carefully held Yulou Zuichun inside and poured it all in. Then she closed the lid again. Despite this, the faint aroma of the wine still lingered.
It's already lingering around.
Seeing her intoxicated look, Cui Weizhen couldn't help but laugh and said: "Zhen'er is very skilled in this move. She must have secretly drank a lot before."
"Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's getting snowy in the evening, can you have a drink?"
Ye Zhenzhen deliberately did not answer. Instead, she recited a poem in a serious manner, glanced at Cui Weizhen with a smile, and said: "The leisurely and leisurely nature of the Xiangshan layman is something that ordinary people like you cannot understand."
Cui Weizhen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Zhen'er has made great progress in poetry recently. Today is the right time, why not compose a poem?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Cui Zhiduan covered his mouth and snickered. Ye Zhenzhen turned around and glanced at his son. Cui Zhiduan immediately covered his mouth with his hand and explained angrily: "Mom, I'm not laughing at you, it's just that the pastry is so delicious that I can't help it."
"People are as big as little devils."
Ye Zhenzhen knocked on his head and naturally avoided the embarrassment of writing poems. Cui Weizhen did not deliberately make things difficult for her to change the topic like this.
At this time, the aroma of the wine had become more intense, and the plum flavor that had been put in before was already lingering on her nose. Ye Zhenzhen quickly mixed a spoonful of rock sugar and put it in. After boiling it for a while, she opened the lid of the vessel, which tasted sour and sweet.
The taste spread immediately.
He took a spoonful of the bamboo wine grapes on the side and added it to the porcelain bowl. The green color flowed in the bone china bowl, and the subtle fragrance lingered, and the fragrance hit his nose. Cui Weizhen picked it up and took a sip. The warmth was just right: "Taste
It is refreshing yet honest, and has a slightly sweet and sour taste. It is worth drinking whether it is summer or winter.”
"You haven't drank it, have you? His Highness said that someone below just presented it to the capital. There are only twenty jars in total. She got two jars and specially brought one jar to me when she came to Mingzhou Mansion."
Ye Zhenzhen held the bowl and took a careful sip. The sweet and sour taste immediately filled her mouth. She couldn't help but narrowed her eyes, just like Cui Zhiduan's appearance just now.