In addition to the stone pavilion corridor in the courtyard, there is a small lake, which is planted with some lotus roots, although it is winter now, but the lotus leaves are still green and stretched, during which there are also a few pink lotus flowers, some petals have withered, the straight branches hold the cyan lotus canopy, a faint fragrance of lotus flowers floats in the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few red, yellow, and white-flowered koi fish swim leisurely under the lotus leaves.

A hot pot is placed in the pavilion, which Yang Ling asked the stick to imitate the old spider's Yuanneng hot pot, which is much smaller, and Oda Yukiko is placing the dishes and chopsticks and making ingredients.

Most of these ingredients were picked from the Soul Suppression Realm, Yang Ling didn't expect Bai Qianqian to come back too, so when he saw these ingredients, he couldn't help frowning slightly and then relaxed.

And Zhao Fanlong, who came in after him, was stunned by the scenery of the courtyard, twisted his head to look left and right, and felt that his eyes were a little insufficient, and accidentally kicked on a stone, and the person fell to the ground with a pop, and the sheep he was holding was also thrown out.

Yang Ling hurriedly used the object control spell to grab the goat in the air, looked left and right, and with a slight wave, the goat hung on the dead branch of an ancient tree next to the stone pavilion.

Zhao Fanlong got up with a red face, his face was black and white, and it was the dirt that had just been arched in a bunch of flowers.

Yang ...... Brother Yang, how can lotus flowers bloom in winter?" Zhao Fanlong stammered.

Yang Ling turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "What's so strange about lotus flowers blooming in winter, you can also dig out ores in the game, exchange them for recovery potions, and you can also practice and upgrade in the game!"

"But...... But that's a game!" Zhao Fanlong was a little puzzled.

"You've always thought it was just a game?"

Yang Ling walked into the stone pavilion with his hands behind his back, looked at the hot pot that had been put on all kinds of ingredients, the soup was rolling, and the steaming hot pot was steaming, and he grabbed it, only to hear a few fluttering sounds, and the back of the goat hanging on the tree was cut off, and then flew to the top of the hot pot, and then Yang Ling's fingers gently scratched a few times, and a few thin slices of mutton fell into the hot pot, with the tumbling soup undulating and fluttering, curled up and deformed, and soon exuded a rich fragrance.

Yang Ling's hand directly stunned Zhao Fanlong, and he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time.

He had been listening to his grandfather repeatedly teach him to have a good relationship with Yang Ling carefully, and he also knew that Yang Ling was an unusual qi practitioner, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of volley to cook hot pot, not only surprised, but also very scared, Yang Ling's strength far exceeded his expectations.

"Sit down, how about you taste it first?"

Yang Ling casually pointed to the stool, then picked up a pair of chopsticks and scooped up a piece from the pot and put it in his mouth.

"Well, yes, yes. Yang Ling couldn't help but nod again and again, although he didn't have the rich fragrance of dung forkfish and lobster, and he didn't have the aura and vitality, but he had a unique and natural taste, which made him miss the food made by his mother when he was a child.

"Wow, husband, you've already started eating, and you don't even wait for us!"

Just when Yang Ling and Zhao Fanlong were copying chopsticks and tasting them, Han Xinglin, Han Xue, and the senior class leader also walked into the backyard with Bai Qianqian, and Han Xinglin couldn't help but shout.

"Hehe~!" Yang Ling smiled and put down his chopsticks, he ate one piece just now, and he couldn't help but eat a few more pieces for a while.

A group of people quickly sat down around the hot pot.

Looking at the five women of Yingying and Yanyan, Yang Ling pointed at Zhao Fanlong and said, "Go and cut the meat!"

"Ah~?" Zhao Fanlong was stunned for a moment, and the chopsticks in his hand almost fell to the ground, but he quickly understood, and pulled out a sharp dagger from his leg to cut the meat.

Although it is winter, a group of people are not ordinary people, and they don't feel the slightest cold, even Bai Qianqian, because of the constant temperature formation of the string of celestial star wood beads, she also took off her coat at this time, revealing a bumpy and beautiful figure, sitting next to the head of the class, sneaking a glance at Yang Ling from time to time, and then she couldn't help but bump into the deer, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, and this Yang Ling looks very different from before.

As for what was different, she couldn't tell.

Mature, steady, or with a mysterious temperament, it turns out that he is not lying, and his cousin, who is usually vigorous, does not dare to speak when he sees him.

Soon the mutton was put into the pot, and with the special ingredients, the hot air was fragrant, and several women couldn't help it, so they picked up chopsticks and started eating.

"Oh, look, it's snowing!" Han Xinglin suddenly pointed to the outside of the pavilion and shouted.

Everyone couldn't help but look out, and sure enough, there were snowflakes falling in the slightly white sky, falling on the roofs and pavilions, and the slight sound fell in the gods.

"Green ants make new wine, red clay small stove! When you want snow in the evening, you can drink a few big pots!"

Yang Ling shook his head and chanted a poem, then reached under the table and took out a bottle of Yufu Immortal Wine and paused on the table.

"Wow, Brother Yang is amazing, good poetry, good poetry!" Zhao Fanlong couldn't help but give a thumbs up, full of admiration.

The table was full of people, several women covered their mouths and laughed, and the head of the class rolled his eyes at him.

"Hehe~!" Yang Ling fanned his eyebrows proudly, reached out and unscrewed the wine bottle to pour a glass for Zhao Fanlong, and then poured a glass himself before saying to Yukiko Oda, who was sitting next to him, "This wine is too strong, you go get some fruit wine to accompany Qianqian to drink a few times!"

Oda Yukiko stood up and went to the house to get wine, Yang Ling picked up the wine glass and touched it with Zhao Fanlong and said, "Come, it's snowing, it's a good time to eat hot pot and drink." ”

Zhao Fanlong looked at the verdant and turquoise glass of wine in his hand, and was very excited to lean to the tip of his nose and smell it, and suddenly felt an irrepressible desire rise in his body.

Looking at the unfinished appearance of this goods holding the cup, Yang Ling couldn't help but twitch a few times.

This is a super immortal wine that has been soaked enough with life ore for three months, and ordinary people will not wake up if they drink more, last time Dou Yuntao and a few of them slept for a week.

"You can't bear this wine, just a glass!" Yang Ling took a sip and reminded.

Zhao Fanlong stared at the simple and elegant wine bottle, and kept wiping his mouth with a shy face and drooling: "Brother Yang, one cup is not enjoyable!

Yang Ling thought for a while, and threw the wine bottle to him angrily: "Don't blame me for not reminding you when you drink down, get drunk and make mistakes, be careful of your old man picking your skin!"