When Ling'er saw Xiao Huan, she said cheerfully: "The electric cooking machine, the host said, from now on you will be responsible for the side dishes. I will wash and pick them!"
Xiao Huan looked shocked and then regained consciousness: "The arrangement was quite clear."
Mr. Shen, she has changed. In the past, she didn’t care about this kind of thing. She just asked him to solve it with money rudely!
Moreover, in the past, Mr. Shen never chose the taste or the dishes when he ate, as long as he could eat it to death, he was completely ignorant of the fireworks of the world, cold and celestial.
Now Mr. Shen, why is he so concerned about the kitchen?
She is still choosing vegetables now, saying that they should have a combination of meat and vegetables to achieve a balanced nutrition: there are other things that cannot be dipped in honey tofu, as it will cause deafness; dog meat is not suitable for yellow oysters, which is poisonous; eggs and meat should be cooked separately, otherwise it will affect absorption...
"In addition, green leafy vegetables such as spinach must be soaked in hot water before frying."
Shen Yu told him and Ling'er, "Get rid of the oxalic acid, otherwise it will affect the absorption of calcium. Xiaofeng and Xingchen are still growing, so don't be careless!"
Xiao Huan: "..." What is that green juice called... oxalic acid?
He couldn't understand the poster at all. Could it be that a person who suddenly lost his martial arts would become like this if he was stimulated?
Busy and busy, after a burst of autumn rain, the land of Wangyue Tower was filled with crisp autumn air and colorful fallen flowers.
Yue'er ate slowly until she was so fat that she was round and round, and the Mid-Autumn Night was here.
Every year on Mid-Autumn Night, the Moon Tower is full of people.
At this time of the year, everyone does not accept any tasks, or if they do, they rush back from all over the world, just to have a reunion dinner with everyone, then listen to the piano, watch dancing, watch the moon, chat, and get drunk until dawn.
Because it was the first year of studying, Shen Yu made a special treat for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.
Not to mention that she made excellent homemade rock sugar shaved ice, brewed a lot of grape wine in advance, and paired it with beautiful luminous cups.
Luo Xingchen also made various small solar lamps with different shapes that she designed.
During the day, everyone worked together and installed solar lights in their respective courtyards and eaves throughout the morning, including on both sides of the road and around hot springs and Narcissus Lake.
In this way, everyone will not have to go out to light lanterns at night.
In addition, the LED headlights that Shen Yu dreamed of were also installed. After they were turned on, the entire Wangyue Tower was brightly lit, just like daylight.
The venue for the mid-autumn night dinner was on the bank of Narcissus Lake, in a flower pavilion covered with sky flowers.
There are eight wisteria trees around, and further away are peach blossom, cherry blossom, crabapple, pear and apricot blossom forests.
Perhaps because there are hot springs in Hidden Mountain, the flowers and trees here have a particularly long blooming season.
After an autumn rain, the weather was only slightly cool. Fallen pink, orange, white and purple flowers covered the entire solid wood road, snow-sand road, and white cobblestone path.
There is a long snow pear burl wood table in the Lingxiao Flower Hall. The wood is tight and smooth, and feels white and warm to the touch. It is said that a piece of wood as big as a fingernail can buy a mansion in Beijing, and it is also extremely expensive.
Then a layer of glazed stone was spread on the wooden table, and Luo Xingchen installed two oversized batteries.
Then Ling'er and Xiao Huan began to put a variety of fresh vegetables and meat on it, followed by various seasonings, and finally small white porcelain pots, one for each person.
Opposite the flower hall, under several wisteria trees, is a high sandalwood platform used for martial arts training. It is also surrounded by solar-powered star lights and the ground is covered with flowers.
There is a wooden table and a wooden chair on one side of the stage, and there is a wisteria swing in the middle, which is used for impromptu performances.
Spread on the white pear burled wood table here is the induction cooker tabletop designed by Shen Yu. Place it on the table, place the small white porcelain pot in the center of the designed garland, and a Japanese-style rotating small hot pot is ready.
Of course, it doesn't rotate. Rotation consumes too much power.
So when everyone ate, they would place meat and vegetables between each other, and use all the hidden weapons of Qing Gong, creating a very warm and harmonious atmosphere.
"Hey, Xiaofeng, bring me some of the venison next to you!"
"You don't know how to pinch it yourself!"
Mei Daixue used her inner strength and caught the venison, but the rest was all frozen venison.
Xiaofeng holding chopsticks: "..."
Yu Minxiu liked something. He flicked the table and all the beef, sheep, pig and rabbit meat flew into his porcelain pot.
Su Yuqing, on the other hand, followed the technical stream. As soon as the silver needle was released, the meat and vegetables lined up along the red line and hung in a row in front of him. He took whatever he wanted to eat!
For Qing Yurong, one string is tied one by one, and there is a gentle sound. It's too artistic, isn't it? It's just that it takes a lot of money to wipe the strings all at once.
Luo Xingchen was more direct. He prepared two wooden men holding long mechanical chopsticks on the long table far away from him. As long as he moved his fingers, the two wooden men would use the long chopsticks to pick them up for him.
Manfeng liked Luo Xingchen the most, so he sat next to him and basked in the light of his wooden figure.
Qi Nong suffered the most, as he sprinkled a layer of poisonous powder on his favorite food. Only he and Xiao Huan dissolved the antidote in the soup, so no one dared to compete with their master and servant.
Fortunately, all the vegetables and meats were served in several plates, so no one was in a hurry at this beautiful moment of the full moon!
Only Ling'er was not afraid and took it without fail, because she grew up following Qin Hongyao, the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, and was already invulnerable to all poisons.
Every time like this, it's like snatching meat from the mouths of a group of wild beasts, or snatching food from the mouths of hungry ghosts.
But those beasts are all harmless and handsome!
Why don't you just have a hot pot? Everyone is grabbing the meat, just like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. They are old and useless!
It’s not like I don’t care enough, alas——
As for Shen Yu who has no martial arts and internal strength...
She didn't need to pick up the food at all. The plate in front of her was full, all picked up by Bei Xingyao.
The small white porcelain pot was plump and delicious, all of which Hua Qianchen put in for her to cook.
Sandwiched between two extremely handsome men who are particularly good at grabbing food, Shen Yu, if you look to the left, is unparalleled in beauty and beauty.
But as soon as the chopsticks came out, all the immortals gave way.
Take a look at the one on the right, Long Zhang’s grace and elegance are unparalleled... With just one look, all the gentlemen were deceived into bringing over all the good wine and meat.
As expected of you, flower fox!
Shen Yu didn't dare to look at it anymore. He ate hard and drank wine crazily.
The wine she brewed was fully distilled and filtered based on the methods of Italian grape villas. It was originally not sweet, but Shen Yu liked it sweeter, so she added a few spoonfuls of rock sugar and shaved ice into the luminous cup.
It's cool and slightly sweet, paired with the hot hot pot, it's simply too beautiful!
After the wind and clouds rolled away, the table was empty.
Everyone was very full, so they removed the induction cooker table and placed various snacks and fruits. Wine was placed in glass bottles, which was sufficient.
At this time, Qing Yurong held Bai Yuqin and walked up to the high platform surrounded by several wisteria trees opposite the Lingxiao Flower Hall and started playing.
The sound of the piano was beautiful, and Su Yuqing became more interested. She flew to the stage with her pipa in her arms, playing in harmony and dancing at the same time.
The dance is powerful and graceful, stimulating people's emotions.
Yu Minxiu suddenly said to Bei Xingyao next to Shen Yu: "Young Master Soul Chaser, let's have a competition?"
This is their annual Mid-Autumn Festival custom, a fight until one of them is too tired to get up.
Bei Xingyao drank all the wine in his glass, and the two of them flew up to the open space on the right side of the high platform.
Sparks flew from the scabbard of the purple cloak, and meteor sword light pierced the night sky.
But the two of them were just exchanging blows. They used all their strength on the swords and could not hurt each other at all.
Shen Yu was greedy for the luminous cup of grape wine and the wisteria trees in the Lingxiao Hall, and accidentally became drunk and blurred.
She crawled on the white pear wood table for a long time before she heard the sound of music. She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw the stars in the sky on a full moon, and she suddenly became inspired by poetry...
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date... My dancing shadows are messy..."
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine... I want to ride the wind back..."
Mei Daixue didn't care at first, but the more he listened to his senior sister's poems, the more novel they became. Later, he immediately asked others to help him clear the table, spread paper, and grind it.
Whatever Shen Yu read again, he immediately wrote it all down.
"...On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?"
"...I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent..."
She stood up crookedly and raised her glass to the moon. Hua Qianchen was afraid that she would fall, so he stood up to help her.
Shen Yu grabbed Hua Qianchen's wrist through his sleeves and continued to chant poems over the wine: "Sing a song with you, please listen to me."
Then Shen Yu let go of Hua Qianchen and walked crookedly towards the high platform.
When eating hot pot, the veil was still there, and she drank too much, and she didn't even know where to throw her veil.
So she wore a light green lotus leaf dress, which reflected her clear eyebrows, red lips, and skin that was three points whiter than snow. She was very green and delicate, and she climbed up the high platform with a charming and tilted posture.
Although the posture is not very good-looking, the person is stunningly beautiful.
I thought she would be like the last Mid-Autumn Festival, where she would get drunk and insist on saying that she danced well, and then torture everyone's eyes with her shocking dance moves all night long.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yu, who came on stage this time, saw the amazingly beautiful Su Yuqing and confessed directly: "I dance... I'm very ugly, especially ugly! But I can sing to you, a song with Junge, please
Please listen to me..."
Mei Daixue was writing hurriedly in the audience, recording the poems from Shen Yu's mouth, but she suddenly shouted on the stage: "Where is my wheat, Luo Xingchen, bring my wheat!"
Luo Xingchen, who was watching her infatuatedly, immediately took out a sunflower-shaped object from the bag, opened it, and asked the wooden man to stretch out his arm and hand it to Shen Yu on the stage.
"What is Mai?"
Three days ago, Luo Xingchen asked Shen Yu about the blueprint.
Shen Yushen said mysteriously: "That is my, Mai Ba's secret weapon."
Luo Xingchen: "Then why does it look like a sunflower?"
Shen Yu supported the table with both arms, tilted his upper body towards him, and pretended to be sad: "Apprentice, do you know what the flower language of sunflowers is?"
In response to her sudden approach, Luo Xingchen's cheeks were slightly hot, and he shook his head pretending to be calm.
Shen Yu stared at him, as if he was sincerely testing whether he would be a scumbag to his little girlfriend in the future. He said half-education, half-warning: "The flower language of sunflowers is: there is no one else in the eyes, and you are everywhere."