The sky and earth are lonely, and the snow falls silently.
On a cold winter day, the best food is hot pot.
Hot pot was called hot pot in the Tang Dynasty and was favored by many celebrities. There are countless poems about hot pot.
Lin Wanwan, Xiao Qingyu and Xiao Yixun, together with Xiao Chong and Dugu Di sat around a large round table specially built by Lin Wanwan. There was a hot pot in the middle, with a high-end smokeless charcoal fire burning under the hot pot.
It is filled with various hot pot ingredients waiting to be heated.
There are beef rolls, mutton rolls, donkey meat slices, venison slices, fish fillets, shrimp, shrimp nuggets, shrimp paste, frozen tofu, green vegetables, water spinach, radish slices, potato slices, etc. Lin Wanwan doesn’t have much else here, but it’s delicious.
Much.
The base is tomato soup, and a few peppers are thrown in. It is definitely a delicacy in Datang.
It must be noted that although Lin Wanwan did not hide tomato seeds, the promotion of tomatoes in Datang was not smooth.
Over in Chang'an, Li Shimin simply regarded the small tomatoes presented by Xiao Chong's father as a potted plant and was not interested in eating them. There are not many people who like tomatoes here in Luan County.
For ordinary farmers, tomatoes have neither popularity nor high value nor high yields. There are only a few people who can cultivate them carefully, and only a few households in Linjiazhuang, Lujiazhuang and Dafengzhuang do so.
The tomatoes Lin Wanwan is eating now are grown by herself in the greenhouse.
The room they chose to eat hot pot was built by the original owner of the house with a lot of money and has the characteristics of the Tang aristocracy.
The specific method is to build the wall into a hollow sandwich wall, commonly known as the "fire wall". A fire channel is dug under the wall, and the charcoal port for adding fire is placed under the eaves of the outside of the house. Burn the charcoal fire in the charcoal port, and the heat can flow along the sandwich wall.
The wall warms the entire house, and the effect is comparable to central air conditioning.
This kind of design usually appears in the palace. Not many noble houses specially design fire walls because it costs too much money.
Extended from this are fire pits and fireplaces. It must be said that the upper class in ancient times could really enjoy them.
Lin Wanwan packed up and bought this house, which was considered lucky.
The original owner was reluctant to use this room frequently, so Lin Wanwan didn't care. Buying charcoal for a winter in Datang was just a matter of peppercorns for her.
The last time she went to Haicheng to "visit" her senior brother, she brought back a ton of peppercorns. Although she squandered it, she didn't feel bad!
Outside the window, there is a cold breeze and white snow is falling. Inside, people are sitting around the fire, chatting and laughing.
Reciting poems and writing poems was an elegant hobby and could not be avoided. Lin Wanwan had no choice but to become a literary copywriter.
After several drinks, Xiao Chong drank a glass of warm wine and asked Lin Wanwan with a smile: "Cousin, have you ever thought about engraving a collection of poems for Zunshifang? It would be a pity not to spread such good poems."
Lin Wanwan waved her hands quickly: "No, no, my master doesn't like to be famous, let alone spread it around."
Hearing this, Dugu Di sighed: "Respecting your master is truly indifferent to fame and fortune. I admire you, and I will give you a cup of respect from a distance."
After speaking, he raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, facing the west.
Lin Wanwan suspected that he just wanted to drink one more glass of wine. After all, what Lin Wanwan brought out today was modern plum wine. Although it was only 12 degrees, it was far from comparable to the wine brewed by the rough brewing techniques of the Tang Dynasty.
Sure enough, after Dugu Di finished drinking a glass, Xiao Chong raised his glass and recited a poem, and the two of them clinked three glasses of wine in a short period of time.
Lin Wanwan laughed, she should eat more vegetables!
Xiao Yixun, who was on the side, had always had a strong opinion of Xiao Chong. She hardly spoke at the table. If she wanted to speak, she would only talk to Lin Wanwan or Xiao Qingyu.
For Xiao Qingyu and Xiao Yixun, eating hot pot is just eating hot pot. There is no point in serving the wine order, and even less fun in drinking (the key point is that they are not allowed to drink). The two little cooks just focus on cooking!
What’s the most interesting thing when eating hotpot together?
Even before the meat is cooked, others have already started to fish it! These two little guys are such inward-rolling people.
At first, Lin Wanwan didn't notice it because she was scrounging for the sake of drinking. Later, she realized it after she hadn't eaten meat for a long time and hurriedly shouted to stop.
"You two, you ate the meat before it was cooked. Do you want worms in your stomach? Xiao Qingyu, do you still remember the worms in your stomach?!"
Xiao Yixun did not have this experience, but Xiao Qingyu did. When he recalled that scene, his face suddenly turned pale with fright.
"I don't want worms! I don't want worms!"
"Then don't be so anxious! There's a lot of meat, why are you grabbing it?"
Xiao Qingyu muttered: "I want to finish eating early and go have a snowball fight."
As for why Xiao Yixun did this?
She didn't want to eat quickly so she could go out for a snowball fight, nor did she love eating meat. She just wanted to take away all the meat so that he couldn't eat it because she was unhappy with Xiao Chong!
Xiao Chong never trusted such childish revenge.
But it's not that Xiao Yixun didn't have other means of revenge. If Lin Wanwan hadn't been suppressing him, she would have given Xiao Chong a dose of poisonous powder.
Girls who are good at playing drugs are also very difficult to deal with.
Xiao Chong and Dugu Di are also rice cooks. They drink wine and recite poetry, and the hot pot cannot be left behind.
In the warm room, everyone was sweating from eating.
Xiao Chong and Dugu Di themselves wore very little, while Xiao Yixun seemed to be suffering from cold and heat. As for Xiao Qingyu and Lin Wanwan, both of whom wore thick cotton-padded brocade robes, they couldn't help but go into the back room and change into spring shirts.
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After finishing the hot pot, Lin Wanwan played chess with Xiao Chong and Dugu Di for a while.
Lin Wanwan likes to look at the colored glass mirror when playing chess (actually she has a mobile phone with a spy screen attached). Without the colored glass mirror beside her, she will not play chess with them. She is so principled.
Two real chess masters were humiliated and defeated by Lin Wanwan's cheating device, which made Lin Wanwan feel a sense of being crushed by the times.
No matter how resourceful you are, you still can't see through my high-tech methods!
After two rounds of hard kills, Xiao Chong gave in, and Dugu Di also had to give in.
After the two left, Xiao Yixun and Xiao Qingyu also went back to their rooms to sleep. Lin Wanwan held the newly acquired copybook of Yu Shinan, sat alone in front of the window, and sighed softly.
The snow outside has not stopped yet, but Lin Wanwan has no intention of admiring it.
When she thought about the person this picture was about to be sent to and the upcoming day, she felt a little inexplicably irritable, and even the joy of killing everyone before was reduced a bit.
After sitting quietly for a long time, Lin Wanwan finally blew out the candlelight, closed the curtains, and opened the space-time door to return to the present day.
Because of the thieves incident, Lin Wanwan spent no less time in modern times than in the Tang Dynasty. It was five o'clock in the morning on January 3rd in modern times.
At this time, it was still dark, but it was not dark because there were street lights everywhere.
It was snowing in the time and space of the Tang Dynasty, and it also snowed all night here in modern times. There was a thin layer of snow on the green belt outside the window.
This kind of snow scene is rare in Jiangnan.
Lin Wanwan placed the copybook in the agarwood box she had prepared earlier, then picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and clicked on it to read the message.
There were no calls, only a few WeChat messages. The most lively group was the company group, followed by the previous group of classmates from various stages, and the annual class reunion was calling for people again.
Lin Wanwan was naturally the same as before, with no interest in participating or participating in group discussions.