After dinner, the snow became heavier and heavier, Cheng Mo locked himself in the study, and he didn't know what he was busy with, and he didn't go to Gu Pan'er's house until the second watch to rest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After dawn, the snow was lighter, but it did not stop, and the maidservant reported that there were more than a dozen flowers about to bloom in the area near the octagonal pavilion in the garden. Su Miaohua suddenly became interested, and wanted to set up lunch there, enjoy the plum while eating, and let Gu Pan'er stroke the piano by the way.

Since Gu Pan'er gave birth to Jiajia, she has put all her thoughts on Jiajia, and she hasn't touched the piano for a long time, listening to Su Miaohua say this, she was slightly distracted, and said: "If my sister doesn't think my sister is unfamiliar with her skills, then I'll stroke a song." ”

In the past few years, I have been pampered, and the days in the Shochiku Pavilion are now far away and unreal.

When Su Miaohua was a child, Su Zhi also asked the piano master to teach her how to play the piano, but she was driven away within two days.

The two agreed to go to Huo Shuhan.

Huo Shuhan asked people to burn the pavilion warm, put up a curtain, and only left the side facing the plum tree. The garden is too big, all open and not heated.

Cheng Mo said: "In such weather, it's best to eat hot pot, and other dishes will be cold as soon as they are served." ”

In the winter of the first year of wearing here, Cheng Mo drew a picture, let the blacksmith create a peculiar shape of the pot, the first to eat hot pot, after Zhang Qing, Zhu Sange, Wukong and others followed suit, the hot pot spread in the capital Xungui's house, and now the Yin Shi family, when the weather is cold, will eat steaming hot pot.

Huo Shuhan thought so, Zhang Luo took out the half-foot-long shrimp sent by Donghai County from the ice, and said: "There are still some delicious fish, which were still alive when they were sent here a few days ago, but unfortunately they have been left until now, they are already dead, and they can only be iced with ice cubes." ”

Donghai County produces seafood, and the county guard honors the top seafood of the high-ranking officials in the capital every year, Cheng Mo is a popular person in front of the emperor, how can he be missing his share? The best of them were sent to him.

The county guard is attentive, the seafood is packed in barrels with seawater, and the mountains and rivers are sent to the capital, and I don't know how many people died along the way, and those seafood that can't be alive in the water will not be sent to Cheng Mofu.

Huo Shuhan left some and ate them when Cheng Mo came back, but they could be put in a bucket no better than in the sea, those seafood lost their vitality in a few days, and slowly died, so they could only be frozen with ice cubes. Despite this, it is still very fresh, and the capital is inland, so it is not common to eat seafood.

At noon today, eat seafood hot pot, steaming hot and full of aroma.

Snowflakes are like mist, an old plum tree near the octagonal pavilion, a branch is horizontal above the pavilion without a curtain, the first two plum blossoms are side-by-side, silently blooming, and the fragrance of flowers enters the pavilion with the wind.

Gu Pan'er finished playing, put down the piano, looked up and saw the two plum blossoms stretching out their petals, felt something, and walked out.

Cheng Mo motioned for Chun'er to take the big one, and Gu Pan'er had already turned around and greeted: "Wulang, come and see, it's such a beautiful plum blossom." ”

The plum blossoms are in bud for the first time, and the fragrance hits people. As soon as she said hello, not only Cheng Mo got up, but Huo Shuhan, Zhao Yufei and Su Miaohua also walked over. Cheng Mo draped the big coat on her shoulders, and she snuggled in Cheng Mo's arms and smiled.

Everyone appreciated it, and Su Miaohua asked Cheng Mo to make a poem, saying: "I have never seen Wulang make a poem, and now the plum blossoms are blooming, it is better to chant a poem to commemorate." ”

Zhao Yufei once lived in the same alley with him, and knew that he gambled badly before he made a fortune, if it wasn't for the green smoke from the ancestral tomb, how could he fly all the way? At the moment, he just pursed his lips and smiled, watching how Cheng Mo stepped down.

Cheng Mo saw Zhao Yufei smiling narrowly, and estimated that she remembered the stinky things she had when she was a child. He is from modern times, he is a traverser, he will never reveal such a shocking thing, I don't know what Zhao Yufei thought of, smiling like this?

As a traverser, he also memorized 300 Tang poems when he was a child, and it didn't seem to be a problem to copy two Yinmei poems, but Cheng Mo didn't want to do it. He had a straight face and said seriously: "A certain noble background, first Yu Linlang, and then Wei Weiwei, but he took the path of a military general, and he should go to those old scholars for such things as reciting poems." ”

His appearance made the four girls laugh, Zhao Yufei and Su Miaohua bit their ears: "If you want him to bet on the big and small, he understands, let him compose poems, I'm afraid I can only wait for the next life." ”

Su Miaohua suddenly realized and laughed.

Cheng Mo heard Zhao Yufei's words and said viciously: "Okay, you choreograph me and punish you for dancing." ”

Su Miaohua immediately applauded, so angry that Zhao Yufei glanced at her and said, "Where are you?" ”

After appreciating the plum once, laughing again, re-entering and sitting down, Huo Shuhan peeled off the shrimp shell of the prawn, put the delicious shrimp meat in Cheng Mo's bowl, Cheng Mo took a bite, the elastic flesh and delicious juice filled his mouth.

In his previous life, he loved to eat seafood the most, had his own yacht, and when he had time, he would make an appointment with three or five friends to go fishing together.

Huo Shuhan looked at him with a smile, watching his man eat, more satisfied than eating himself.

Jiajia squeezed over and said, "Father, eat shrimp and shrimp." ”

She likes to eat this kind of prawns the most, and last time she ate two in one go, she almost burst her stomach, and she still wanted to eat it, but Gu Pan'er was afraid that she would break it, so she refused to let her eat it again.

Cheng Mo hugged her on his lap and let her take a bite, Jiajia's fat little hand reached over, grabbed most of the shrimp in his hand, kneaded it, and sent it to his mouth.

The topic of the four daughters somehow came to the child, Su Miaohua has been in the army for a few months, and she has been in love every night, and there is no news about her stomach until now, yesterday, she went to visit her father, and by the way, she asked Dr. Xiao to diagnose the pulse, and Dr. Xiao said that she was in good health, no problem.

Cheng Mo already has two daughters, and there is no problem with childbirth, both of them have no problem, but why didn't they get pregnant?

Su Miaohua was so distressed that she couldn't do it.

Huo Shuhan was also a little anxious, the pressure came from her mother, Huo Xian didn't know how many times she had been talking, and she asked for famous doctors all over for her, but Huo Guang persuaded her to just let it be.

The four women talked for a long time, Cheng Mo just ate his head and didn't interject at all, but while eating, he found that four pairs of eyes were all staring at his face, he couldn't sit still, and stopped chopsticks and said, "I have flowers on my face?" ”

"Not really." Huo Shuhan took a piece of snowy fish and put it in his bowl, and said, "Wulang, our family Ding is not prosperous, aren't you worried at all?" ”

Cheng Mo was choked and hesitated: "How many more concubines do you want me to accept?" ”

Su Miaohua snatched his chopsticks and said solemnly, "Be serious." ”

Dizzy, you can't give birth to a child, and you won't let me eat? Cheng Mo was very dissatisfied and shouted: "I've worked hard to cultivate, okay." ”

The faces of the girls turned crimson, and Su Miaohua hurriedly stuffed the dishes and chopsticks back into his hands, for fear that if he was slow, this foodie would not know what to say.

Jiajia finished solving half of the prawns, squeezed to her father's side again, and said in a milky voice: "Father, what is cultivation?" ”