Chapter 121 (1/2)

It snowed heavily for three days.

After the snow stopped, it was getting colder and colder. It seemed that people could be frozen out of the door.

In the general's house, the snow was not swept, and everywhere was white. The sun shone from the top of the head and glittered on the neat falling snow.

In the pavilion, a charcoal basin was gathered, and a small casserole was mounted on it. The soup meat in the small casserole rolled, and the soup came out, exploded and splashed on the charcoal fire.

Yi Xiaoqiao was wearing the thickest cotton padded jacket and a cloak wrapped in fox hair. She had a fur hat on her head and a soup lady in her arms. Her nose was still red with cold. She sniffed and smelled some wine fragrance. She stared sadly at Mu Yi'an, who was cooking wine. She felt as if she was stabbed by a knife. In winter, it had just snowed, and someone had to come here to enjoy the snow, Others always have plum blossoms to decorate the snow. He is so white and spotless here. Let alone plum blossoms, he doesn't even have any leaves.

In the past, when watching TV dramas, someone else didn't plant seasonal flowers in his house, but he could only see the wall at a glance.

Of course, this is not the main reason for her sadness. The main reason for her sadness is: it's the same person, with two eyes and one mouth. Why does Mu Yi'an sit there in a single coat, but she's so thick but frozen to death.

Seeing Mu Yian warm wine and pour wine, Yi Xiaoqiao walked over with Mrs. Tang in his arms, tightened his cloak, and sat down next to Mu Yian: ”I want to drink too.”

Mu Yi'an didn't refuse and poured her a cup: ”a little strong, be careful.”

Yi Xiaoqiao carefully took a sip, and her small face wrinkled into a steamed stuffed bun. She only felt that a fire burned from her throat to her stomach. The residual wine gas and hot taste in her mouth were more uncomfortable than eating pepper. She coughed hard twice, and tears almost came out.

”What kind of wine is this? It's so hot.”

Mu Yi'an smiled but said nothing. He took two pieces of meat from the bubbling casserole and gave it to her: ”try it.”

Yi Xiaoqiao poked the steaming meat in the bowl with chopsticks in his two fingers, but it rotted as soon as he poked it. He thought he had been cooking for a long time: ”what kind of meat is this?”

”Mutton, warm up.” Mu Yi'an looked at her with a smile and took a sip of wine.

Yi Xiaoqiao hummed and said in his heart, this man is definitely ill. He went here to get cold, but he had to prepare warm food. Isn't it a waste? Isn't it good for you to stay in the warm Pavilion in such a cold day?

Although she thought so, the aroma of mutton invaded the tip of her nose. She honestly and impolitely put a piece into her mouth.

The mutton is soft and glutinous. It melts into her mouth when she sips it a little. Moreover, she doesn't know what to cook the mutton. It tastes strong but not mutton, fragrant but not greasy, and a little sweet, which is very to her appetite.

She ate it in two and went to the pot to fish. It was too cold. She was a little shivering. She didn't get it up after fishing for several times. She couldn't help being a little angry. She just poked it with chopsticks. Unexpectedly, as soon as she poked it, the mutton scattered, and she didn't poke a piece.

Mu Yian felt funny and took the chopsticks in her hand: ”I'd better come.”

Yi Xiaoqiao stared at him, sniffed and shrunk into a ball: ”it's all your fault. You come here to eat in such a cold day. Where can you drink?”

Mu Yian took her meat, poured her wine and said with a smile, ”madam, it's good everywhere, but she doesn't understand interest.”

taste?

Cough, why did she talk to you about fun?

Yi Xiaoqiao took a sip of meat and a sip of wine. This time, she was ready and didn't cough. She exhaled a mouthful of heating: ”you don't have to be smooth with me. When will you return my jade brand to me?”

His wife Joe is really a tough character. No matter how long it has passed, she will not forget it. The key is that she will always mention it at all kinds of warm moments to break the atmosphere.

Mu Yi'an shook his head reluctantly: ”don't worry, it will be delivered later.”

Bring it?