Spring is coming

Chapter 20 Mr. Huaibi

"Girl Jingchun, the grandfather in front of you is known as Mr. Huaibi, and he is often asked questions over wine. To be able to get a compliment from him shows that he appreciates your name."

Bo Qingshan also introduced Mo Jingchun. Mo Jingchun looked at the old man in front of him and was really surprised: "Mr. Huaibi? You are..."

"Oh? What, do you recognize me?"

"My parents said that I got my name from Mr. Huaibi."

Mo Jingchun said ignorantly.

It was really a coincidence that I met the gentleman who named me that year.

"Oh?"

Guo Bi and Bo Qingshan looked at each other and laughed: "Hahahaha. Fates come and go, but this is your chance."

He tried hard to think about it and suddenly said: "When I think about it...could it be that you were born in the first year of Jinghe?

I have some impressions that I will have to think about for a while. In the spring of the first year of Jinghe, by the way, a couple named Mo came to our door with some fine wine and asked me to name their newborn daughter, hiss."

He was alone in his memories, wandering in the sky, with a smile on his lips, and his eyes drifted as time went by, returning to that day ten years ago: "Yes, yes, the rain hit the pear blossoms that day. I advised God not to be surprised by the beauty of spring. When poetry flourished, it happened to be Your parents are here with you."

"Their shoulders are covered with fallen flowers, and their clothes are wet. That's how you got your name. Such beautiful scenery and wine are really intoxicating."

With just these few words, Mo Jingchun's mind could already picture Xiao Gao's gentle smile and Mo Changlin's affectionate eyes when he looked at his wife.

Mo Jingchun couldn't help but put a smile on his face, and sincerely thanked Guo Bi: "Thank you for giving me this name. It sounds nice."

Guo Bi smiled and said: "It's not a loss for me to get good wine. I just don't know, Jingchun girl, your parents are still in love with each other now? Since we are so destined, I will ask them to bring wine next time, and I will prepare the dishes. Only by drinking and reminiscing can we be worthy of the Bo boy's contribution!"

He had lived in Baishan Town for a long time and had never contacted Mo Changlin and his wife. At this time, he did not know that they had passed away.

I can't blame him, but it is inevitable for children to feel sad.

Mo Jingchun's eyes were calm, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone: "They have always been very good, but there was an accident on the way back to the village not long ago, and they both died."

Bo Qingshan listened on the side and thought it was not good.

Guo Bi likes to write poems and essays, and he usually has a sad mood for spring and autumn. I'm afraid he will be sad again today.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Guo Bi immediately sighed and expressed deep regret, and insisted on dragging Mo Jingchun and Bo Qingshan to stay for a drink with him during dinner before leaving.

Mo Jingchun was at a loss when he pulled him to look at his wine collection. Bo Qingshan decisively rejected him: "Grandpa Guo, did you drink less at noon today? I can smell the smell of apricot blossoms and snow on your body. , I can have dinner with you tonight, but you have to promise me not to drink anymore."

Guo Bi's thoughts were exposed, so he simply put his hands behind his back and turned around: "Go, go, you are the one who is annoying the most. What does it have to do with me and Jingchun to have dinner with you?"

"This girl is the cook in my house. If you don't keep me, I will naturally take her with you."

Bo Qingshan smiled and acted casually, as if he was at home with his own grandfather. "If you don't believe me, ask her if she has to go back with me to cook."

Mo Jingchun looked at him with a speechless face, and saw Bo Qingshan gently shook his head at her, and tapped the wine jars with his fingers. She immediately understood what Bo Qingshan meant, so she followed his words and said pitifully:

"Yes. Mr. Guo, just promise Brother Bo, otherwise I will have to walk more than ten miles back by myself."

She is young and looks cute. Guo Bi has a granddaughter about the same size as her, so the little girl can't help but act pitiful.

So he hummed to Bo Qingshan: "That's all, then I'll have to eat with you. Young people who can't drink are really boring!"

His words were full of disgust, but Mo Jingchun could see that he didn't really dislike him at all. On the contrary, even the beard on his lips was about to curl up.The free and open-minded old man has lived alone for a long time. He must be very happy when someone comes to visit him for a meal occasionally.

While the two were sitting and talking, she took the initiative and said, "Let me cook tonight."

Guo Bi held the white chess piece in his hand and gave her a virtual nod: "Don't be anxious, Jingchun girl, just watch the chess game from the side. Someone will send something good to you later, help me go to the door to get it."

Bo Qingshan took the opportunity to drop the sunspot and tricked Guo Bi.

Guo Bi was caught off guard and glared at the other party: "You kid, what are you so anxious about?"

Joking aside, neither Bo Qingshan nor Guo Bi showed mercy.

The white ones were killing all the enemies, while the black ones were fighting every step of the way. You came and I went back and forth, but in the end, Guo Bi narrowly defeated the three, which made Mo Jingchun tremble with fear.

"Hahahaha. Enjoyable!"

Guo Bi put his hands on his hands and laughed, then put away the chessboard: "It's time for that person to come. Boy from the Bo family, go take a look with Jingchun. Why is there no movement yet?"

As he spoke, he walked to the bamboo fence, opened the small door, and walked through several huts to the vegetable patch behind the house.

Bo Qingshan watched Guo Bi leave and turned to raise his eyebrows at Mo Jingchun. He seemed to be asking her: Are you still nervous?

Mo Jingchun shook his head, his eyes were bright and his mood was indescribably light.

After waiting for a while, someone finally came.

The two people stepped forward to greet him and found that the person who came was holding a whole goat leg in his hand. He was a middle-aged man with full beards.

He smiled at the two of them and handed the leg of lamb to them: "This is the leg of lamb for Mr. Guo. You two are his guests, right? Goat leg, this is a good thing! You will have a good meal tonight."

After saying that, he asked Bo Qingshan to help him, and he lifted the leg of lamb to the shelf in the small courtyard, then wiped his sweat and left.

This leg is huge, weighing at least three or four pounds, and they can't finish it by themselves.

Bo Qingshan was already asking Mo Jingchun: "How do you eat this sheep today? Girl Jingchun, can you do it?"

He felt that given the Mo family's normal living standards, it might be difficult for Mo Jingchun to be able to cook lamb legs skillfully.

Unexpectedly, Mo Jingchun was just surprised that Guo Bi bought such a big leg of lamb to eat in spring, and didn't find it difficult.

Of course, since Bo Qingshan asked, she was not polite.

After pondering for a moment, she came up with an idea and said, "Brother Bo, can you use a kitchen knife? Help me divide this leg, um. Then use half to roast the radish and half to roast the leg of lamb."

Then Bo Qingshan was taken to the kitchen and faced with a whole leg of lamb, he had no idea what to do.

He began to regret that he should not have said such big words just now.

Mo Jingchun had already handed the knife to him with both hands, waiting for him with bright eyes.

"Okay." Bo Qingshan bit the bullet and cut off the greasy skin. The difference between the pork and the pork was that the goat had slightly less fat and a slightly better feel.

After enduring the nausea, he separated and ran to clean his hands as if running away, causing Mo Jingchun to snicker behind his back.

How could she not see Bo Qingshan's resistance? It's not too much to ask him to always show off his authority in front of her and secretly hide his evil intentions, right?

(End of this chapter)