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Chapter 844 New Year's Eve Banquet

Mu Cangping, the former leader of the alliance who was envied or hated by people, was walking alone on the long street holding a sword at this time.

On New Year's Eve in previous years, he would take his family to Qingshan to spend with Mu Fanghe.

Mu Fanghe died this year.

Mu Zhongcheng had been depressed for a long time because of Lin Wanrong's death, and his relationship with Mu Qingtong, who was a widow at home, was also tense.Maybe something happened on New Year's Eve, and I made an agreement with him very early on that this year's New Year's Eve will be celebrated separately by each family.

Where is there any home?

On this kind of family reunion day, he especially didn't want to see Mu Zijian; Mu Zijin was used to being silent in front of him; She has also been estranged from him a lot, maybe because of her relationship with Yingshui Wen's family, she still has resentment towards him in her heart.

Regret?

After quarreling with Mu Dianke that day, he asked himself this question for the first time.

The answer is no regrets.

As he himself said, regret is useless, the injury is even more hypocritical, and the more regret it becomes, the more ugly it becomes.

He is Mu Cangping, the number one sword in the world, who single-handedly rejuvenated the Qingshan Mu family who had been driven away by the rivers and lakes for decades and could not bear the humiliation; he has done bad things, and he has done many great and good things, benefiting Some people; he stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, intervened in the court, turned his hands into clouds, turned his hands into rain, and most things can be advanced according to his own ideas...

Gains and losses go hand in hand.

He got everything he wanted, and lost everything he didn't want to lose, so what's the point in trying to figure out which is more important now?

He stopped for a long time at the door of the small shop with banners hanging to attract customers, and he didn't know why he came here.

It is said that every time Chang Qianfo went back to the house to pick up Mu Dianke, he would bring her here to eat a bowl of stewed noodles.

After Mu Lan's death, Mu Dian would not go to Mu Zijin's place to eat noodles.The three meals are poor, and the diet is very little.But I heard that here, she can finish a big bowl of noodles and drink all the soup.

There is a little yellow light behind the cotton curtain, and the shop is starting to open.

Mu Cangping stepped forward to open the curtain, and the north wind slammed into the curtain from behind him, disturbing the owner's family who were sitting around eating the New Year's dinner.

There are three generations living under the same roof, and the number of people is slightly larger, so two long tables were moved to form a large table.

There are several charcoal stoves, and the brass pot covered with grease is boiling and boiling, cooking chicken, duck, mutton, and tofu and vegetables that are constantly being thrown into it.

The old and the young sat crowded together, sweating profusely from eating around a few big pots, their winter clothes were also opened, and their oily faces were blurred by white steam from time to time.

For a moment, just for a moment, he wanted to exchange all he had for the ordinary bowl and the pair of chopsticks that this family was holding.

"Are there any customers?" The shopkeeper looked over in surprise.

There is no business on the New Year's Eve, but it is not easy to turn away the guests who come to the door for the New Year's Eve.

The shopkeeper stood up and greeted, "It's closed today, the guest officials don't mind, let's sit down and have a New Year's dinner together."

He asked his wife to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing the guest with a good manner, carrying a sword with him, he may be a traveling chivalrous man, or a down-and-out young man from a noble family, who was delayed for some reason and could not go home for the New Year.It's also very pitiful.

Mu Cangping bowed his waist and lifted the curtain, and was about to leave. Hearing the store's warm invitation, his steps froze for a while, and he was silent for a moment, before asking, "Do you have any noodles? Please bring me a bowl of stewed noodles."

People who have been in the top position for a long time have dignity in every move, even if they use such a polite word as "please", it sounds like an order.

The shopkeeper froze for a moment.

"Yes—" He finally realized that he was thinking too much, the guest had a sincere face, and his tone was clearly respectful, without any offense.

"Yes, yes, sir, please wait a moment."

Because of the preparation of the New Year's meal, many new noodles were newly made, and the meat and vegetables were also ready-made.

Soon a large bowl of steaming hot mutton stewed noodles was served.

"No money." The shopkeeper smiled kindly, his chubby face was filled with joy, "Guests can eat whatever they want, if they don't have enough. Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Happy Chinese New Year." A smile appeared on Mu Cangping's face.

The thick cotton curtain blocked the laughter in the house, and he sat alone on the wooden stake tied to the horse at the door, facing the faint lights of Wanjia in the wind and snow, eating noodles one bite after another.

It wasn't that tasty either.

Not as good as a cook at home.

Xiao Si'er eats so deliciously, probably... because the person facing him is not him!

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Southern Yunnan is still like spring.

Although the locals had already put on cotton clothes to keep out the cold, Chang Qianfo really didn't feel the cold.

Naturally, all the martial arts practitioners under him felt the same way.

The doors and windows in the hall are wide open, and people come and go in and out of the courtyard, and there is a lively crowd: some put firecrackers, some make paste to paste Spring Festival couplets, some people hang lanterns in the corridor, some people help to serve dishes and run around the hall and kitchen... There is a lot of laughter. .

Jiang Yiyi was pregnant and was stopped by Li Zhe from cooking.

The craftsmanship of the local cooks always feels that it is not so rustic.

So Chang Qianfo, Lin Lu, Li Kangkang, and Li Zhe came out of the kitchen for the first time, and under Jiang Yiyi's guidance, they worked hard and managed to make a decent table.

The combination of hot and cold dishes, there are meat and vegetables, the color is a bit lacking, but the fragrance and taste are complete.

It's quite rare that Chang Qianfo actually made crystal potato pancakes, salt and pepper shrimp, crispy duck and other hard-to-make dishes for the first time.

Everyone praised a few times, but they didn't take it seriously.

Young master, he is always different from others, I am used to him running faster in everything.

"It's really not bad." Li Zhe even ate two pieces of crispy skin duck, and went to pick up shrimp to eat, "It looks like something made in the kitchen of Huairentang, and it's only a little bit hot."

"That's no comparison. I'm used to cooking in the kitchen. Brother Chang is learning it for the first time."

Jiang Yiyi has a lot of research on cooking, and she talked eloquently, but accidentally said, "... I remember that when Miss Si was in Huairentang, the kitchen often made these dishes."

Among the group of people, Lin Lu had the fastest mind, and he could understand it with just one ear.

"Tsk!" Mr. Lin ate a mouthful of shrimp, "I said old cousin—" The disgusted look in his eyes was hard to express, "Can we be a little tougher?"

Wasn't it quite majestic last time, and I left this big beauty out for several days.It hasn't been long, and you plan to turn yourself into a royal cook?
Li Kangkang also understood, "Co-authoring is to practice with us."

Chang Qianfo just laughed.

After all, Li Zhe is the one who is married to a daughter-in-law. He knows best. He put down his chopsticks to make a rescue, and asked Chang Qianfo, "Did you get hired? Has the wedding date been set? When will you welcome the bride?"

"I don't know yet." Chang Qianfo smiled, "It depends on when I go back."

Lin Lu sighed, "The old man is so cruel!"

"It's easy to say!" Li Zhe patted Chang Qianfo on the shoulder proudly, "There are some buddies here, and I will definitely not let you stay here as a bachelor. We will send you back even if you take off your skin. .”

He turned around and asked everyone with a smile, "The big guy said, didn't he?"

A table of people laughed.

Lin Lu took the lead in booing, "Yes yes yes, get married as soon as possible, and have a precious son as soon as possible!"

"Hold two for three years!"

"Full of children and grandchildren!"

"When we return to Luoyang, we will have to ask Miss Fourth for a reward. We will suffer an old crime for sending the young master back!"

As expected, Chang Qianfo was used to brazenness. Amidst the ridicule of the crowd, he was still calm and laughed loudly, "Then there will be Brother Lao, I respect you!"

Touched one with Li Zhe, then filled the big cup, raised his hands and stood up.

"Respect everyone! We have worked hard in the coming year and have fun tonight. Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Happy Chinese New Year!" Everyone stood up and toasted.

(End of this chapter)