Soon there were more than ten small porcelain bottles on the table. There was a trace of warmth in Song Chengwei's eyes, but his mouth seemed to be impatient: "Okay. If you take it again, you will eat it."
If your body is not in good condition, you will have to eat the red medicine as food to barely hold back the blood line. Song Yu cursed in his heart, but he did not take out any more red medicine. I can't hide this anymore if I have more space. Although he never hid it carefully. But to people other than Xie Nanshi, Song Yu didn't really want to reveal his identity as a player.
God knows if Anshi Technology will deduct his plot completion because of this.
Song Yu stood up and smoothed the hem of his clothes: "Dad, do you have anything else to explain?"
Song Chengwei waved his hand with a headache: "Don't come back if you have nothing to do."
"Okay." Song Yu agreed casually. Anyway, whether he can return to Tianyong Capital depends on the plot, and it doesn't depend on him. Song Yu bowed to Song Chengwei and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Would you like to have a meal together later? I asked Qiaoyi to prepare hot pot."
It was normal for relatives to have a meal together at a farewell party, but this kind of family relationship was something Song Yu had never had before. Although it was just a game, when Song Yu said this, he felt a little more expectant in his heart.
Song Chengwei was stunned for a moment, but quickly covered up the unnatural emotion in his eyes. "That's not like a question you would ask."
The smile at the corner of Song Yu's mouth froze for a moment, then returned to a nonchalant look. He comforted himself that Xie Nanshi and Du Anchen didn't behave like NPCs on a daily basis. As for the other characters, he probably shouldn't have such high expectations.
Including this father who openly despised him but showed love and care in every aspect.
Song Yu walked out of Qianming Hall and looked at the blue sky outside. In reality, the sky in the Imperial Capital was always gray, and never had such a washed-out color.
This is not reality.
Song Yu lowered his face and walked back quickly. I don't know if it's because the real time and the game have become completely consistent, but the involvement between him and the game seems to be gradually deepening, the expectations are gradually lengthening, and there is even a sense of belonging. This is not a good sign.
When Song Yu returned to the yard, Qiaoyi had already prepared the mandarin duck pot in the yard. The bottom of the pot was Song Yu's version of the recipe adjusted according to the modern hot pot. The red pot is slowly simmered with butter and chili, and the white pot is stewed with chicken soup and stick bones for a day and a night. The fragrance is so fragrant that even Jie Nanshi, who has always been cold noodles, sat quietly. The stone table.
It has to be said that when he smelled the aroma of hot pot, Song Yu's depression was swept away, and his saliva flowed down before his tears.
I don’t know if it’s because she was the little girl who was with him during the initial setting. No matter what cuisine she cooks, even if it’s a Manchu-Han banquet, the system defaults to Song Yu’s eating.
It's a pity that I can't take Qiaoyi with me when I go to Guixu. I just don't know if I can let Qiaoyi make more food and put it in my backpack. Fried chicken, roast duck, etc. might also be available.
"Master." Qiaoyi held Yuanfang in her arms, who was still struggling to dive into the pot. When she heard the noise, she turned to smile at Song Yu, and went straight to the red pot without grabbing Yuanfang in her hand.
At the critical moment, Du Anchen grabbed the wings of fate and held the bird firmly in his hand: "Even if you want to add another dish to us, you have to pluck the feathers first."
When Yuan Fang heard this, she immediately became angry, turned around and pecked Du Anchen's hand.
Song Yu smiled as he watched one man and one bird fight together. Du Anchen, who felt strange yesterday, was now back to his normal state.
"Master, eat more." Qiaoyi freed her hands and served Song Yu with hot meat and vegetables with a smile. “It’s freshly blanched and tastes just right.”
Song Yu said hello, but before he could pick up the meat, Du Anchen, who was still fighting with Yuan Fang on the other side, came out with a chopstick and snatched it away.
Song Yu looked at the empty chopsticks and directed Yuan Fang: "Peck her, Master, I'll add more food to you!"
Facing the chaotic scene, Xie Nanshi remained as quiet as ever, but his speed in cooking the mutton was not slow at all. He ate the most in this moment.
He usually prefers to eat light food, so he just stares at the white pot for cooking.
Song Yu watched for a long time, then took the serving chopsticks from Qiaoyi's hand and personally gave Xie Nanshi a piece of cooked mutton. Jie Nanshi didn't doubt that he was there, so he said thank you and put it in his mouth. Then, he frowned, his eyes and the tip of his nose instantly turned red, and his pale lips also turned red. The expression on his face showed an embarrassment that neither swallowing nor spitting was appropriate.
Song Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.
In the midst of this laughter, a gust of wind rose from the ground. When the wind stopped, Song Chengwei's figure was already standing in the courtyard. At this moment, Song Yu was still holding up his chopsticks, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the person coming.
Du Anchen was the first to stand up and salute, but her usual laziness could still be seen in her posture.
Qiaoyi, who was still busy serving dishes to her young master, knelt down immediately, and Xie Nanshi also stood up and bowed. Only Song Yu was still sitting there without moving, his mouth was trembling a little, his whole body was not quite under control, only the joy in his chest was churning.
If this continues, I might as well just live in the game in the future. After Song Chengwei sat down, Song Yu got up and went into the room, took out a brand new set of bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of him.
In fact, there is hot pot in this game, but the method is imitated in ancient times. The top one is the five-cook pot, but the ingredients are often already put into the pot to stew. Of course, there is also shabu-shabu, but the soup base is not as colorful as modern ones, and the dipping sauce lacks the soulful sesame oil or sesame paste. The taste is naturally different when eaten.
Song Chengwei went straight to the red pot. When he entered the pot, he was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time. Finally, he murmured with difficulty: "This hot pot seems different."
Song Yu laughed and handed over a glass of peach blossom wine. This wine is warm in nature, and it is not suitable for patients to drink strong wine and eat spicy food. Then he stopped Qiaoyi from continuing to serve dishes and pulled her to sit down and eat.
Relatives and friends sit around a table with steaming hot pot. This is the fireworks in the world.
After the meal, Song Chengwei disappeared quietly without disturbing anyone. Under Song Yu's request, Qiaoyi got into the kitchen again, vowing to prepare more delicious food for her young master.
Jie Nanshi went back to his room to prepare talismans again. Although he still had many talismans with him that he had not used up yet, he was prepared.
Song Yu was still hanging around him at first, but then he remembered something and simply tried to upgrade his skills with Xie Nanshi's pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After all, with such a skill, he might still be able to save Song Chengwei.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Song Yu decided to draw a portrait of Jie Nanshi without much hesitation. Xie Nanshi is the person he is most familiar with here, and he is drawing talisman next to him at the moment. He is a ready-made model, so he doesn't use it in vain. However, he had only studied sketching, and not much. Now that he was holding a brush, he didn't really know much about it, so he could only try what he was most familiar with.
However, the moment he put pen to paper, Song Yu found that this brush painting seemed to be much easier than he expected. As the pen tip moves, it seems that I already know where to put the next stroke.
Could this be the ability brought by skills? Song Yu looked at the portrait that had begun to take shape and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Without the stimulation of spiritual energy, it is unlikely that he will become a martial arts master in reality, but...
Remembering the feeling of putting pen to paper now, will he be able to learn Chinese painting by himself after returning to reality? Song Yu suddenly became more interested, and the speed of writing also increased by two points. When he finally completed the finishing touches, Song Yu looked at the painting that almost completely depicted Jie Nanshi's expression, and he was stunned for a long time.
If this were reality... painting a few more paintings would be enough for him to get out of poverty and become rich, right? !
When he raised his head with satisfaction, he saw Nan Shi looking at him in surprise. Song Yu blinked and showed the painting to Xie Nanshi: "How's it going? Did the painting still show you to be 70% suave, handsome and unrestrained?"
Xie Nanshi frowned. At that moment, he felt like his soul was being pulled. But it was only for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether it was an illusion or not. He carefully inspected the painting in Song Yu's hand, but found nothing unusual. He lowered his head and calmed down, and continued to draw the symbols: "The drawing is very good, don't draw it again next time."
This was a prerequisite for skill upgrade, so Song Yu naturally didn't take Xie Nanshi's words to heart. After confirming that his skill proficiency was increased by one, he directly hung the painting in the stone room of Nanjing, turned around and went out with a smile.
He also needs to prepare for going to Guixu.
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Song Yu originally planned to have a showdown with Lin Ting about going to Gui Xu, but since Xie Nanshi stopped him, his cheap dad also urged him to leave quickly.
One thing more is worse than one thing less. To be honest, he didn't really want to fight with Lin Tingxu. After leaving Guixu, he planned to go directly to Baizhao and was not planning to return to Tianyong immediately to play tricks with Lin Tingxu.
But there was one person he still had to explain to.
"Hey Qiaoyi, please help me make some iced cheese. It's almost too hot today." After Song Yu came out of Xie Nanshi's place, he got into the small kitchen in the courtyard and directed Qiaoyi to make more. Eat what you like.
Qiaoyi shed tears while doing this: "Master, I really can't go with you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Yu held her mouth shut. Song Yu's eyes were full of smiles: "My dear Qiaoyi, be careful that walls have ears." He said and leaned into Qiaoyi's ear: "I have hired someone for you and will send you back to Yongxi tomorrow. Please be more careful on the way. .”
Qiaoyi nodded obediently and said no more.
Since he decided to leave, Song Yu didn't want to delay for too long, let alone alarm the people in Chen Guogong's mansion. After Qiaoyi prepared enough food for three people to last for more than a month.
The three of them set off before dawn. This time they took the back door. Jie Nanshi and Du Anchen did not alert the guards at Chen Guogong's mansion at all.
Yuan Fang followed Song Yu silently.
