After lunch, Meng Yuan went out to treat guests, while Shen Qingqing stayed in the house to prepare meals.
Taking into account everyone's different tastes, she specially prepared a menu in advance, including dishes, soups, and desserts of various flavors. Everyone can choose dishes according to their own preferences, which is a simplified version of a buffet.
After receiving the news, Mrs. Ning brought the female family members of the house over to help, choosing, washing and cutting vegetables without hesitation. The cooks in the house were also busy cooking various dishes under the guidance of Shen Qingqing.
There was a lot of excitement inside and outside the kitchen.
Before evening, the guests arrived one after another.
The first ones to come were Shu Yiyan, Uncle Zhang and Luo Dashan who lived in Changping Lane, but the last one was carried in.
From afar, I could hear Uncle Zhang complaining: "You said that you are going to die, but you still have to come to eat this meal, is that the case?"
"Didn't you hear what Meng Yuan said? This meal is a farewell banquet. After eating this meal, you may never see them again."
Luo Dashan's voice was a little hollow, "He is our savior, and he has been a favor to me, so I have to come and say goodbye no matter what. This is polite, do you understand?"
"Do you still know the word polite?" Uncle Zhang snorted, "We agreed on the battlefield that I would be given the position of steward, but you turned around and refused to acknowledge me. Do you think this is polite?
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Luo Dashan knew that he was in the wrong, so he tilted his head and lay down on the broken door board, groaning: "Oh, my chest hurts and my stomach hurts. Am I going to die?"
Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky, "You old man, just pretend."
Shen Qingqing happily stood up to smooth things over, "Stop arguing, let's go to the backyard and rest. There is delicious food over there. Give the food a face."
After coaxing away the two bickering uncles, Shen Qingqing hurried back to the kitchen to temporarily add a few sick dishes. As soon as they were arranged, another sick man arrived.
Tuanzi was in better condition than Luo Dashan. He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair with a bright face. He even said hello with a smile when he saw Shen Qingqing.
In comparison, Ning Youan, who was pushing the wheelchair behind him, looked more like a sick person, with a droopy head and no energy at all.
Shen Qingqing patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Brother, cheer up. In addition to love, we can also pursue other things, such as..."
She put her thumb on her index finger and twisted it, "Make money."
Ning Youan raised his head and glanced at her, then replied sickly: "Let's think about it later."
"If you don't want to make money, we can just eat."
Tuanzi excitedly interjected, smelling the rich aroma of vegetables in the air, his eyes, which were originally squeezed into slits by fat, widened twice, "I am willing to accompany you to wander around in pursuit of delicious food."
"Eat, eat, eat, I know how to eat all day long!" Ning Youan raised his leg to kick him, then put his toe down on the wheelchair and said angrily: "I really owe you!"
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Shen Qingqing, "Do you have any ready-made dishes? Give him some and stop his pig mouth!"
"Yes, there are plenty. You go to the backyard and wait. I'll have two plates sent over right away."
"Thank you, madam." Tuanzi chuckled, "Next time you have dinner at Zuixianlou, remember to mention my name. You don't have to pay!"
Ning Youan pushed his wheelchair towards the backyard while tugging on his ears, "If you become successful, you will use my money to show off outside!"
"Oh, this is not a courtesy, sir, please don't be so stingy..."
The two people's voices became farther and farther away, and were soon completely blocked by the lush flowers.
Shen Qingqing smiled and shook her head. When she turned around, she saw Zhiyi standing in front of the arch waving to her, "Brother Shen, I'm here!"
Gu Jiali frowned and scolded: "Yelling and yelling, there are no rules."
Zhiyi shut his mouth, walked three steps at a time, ran up to Shen Qingqing angrily and asked: "Brother, do you need help over there?"
Shen Qingqing didn't answer, and licked her lower lip and asked him: "May I ask where your name of eldest brother comes from?"
Zhiyi said seriously: "For a hero like you who can kill ghosts and dare to play with gunpowder, calling him Madam or Miss is not enough to express my inner respect. After thinking about it, calling him Big Brother is the most appropriate."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
Does she still have to say "Thank you for your love"?
"Didn't you ask if you need help? Have you seen the pile of bowls by the well? Go and wash them."
Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves and ran over to wash the dishes.
"He's such an outspoken person. If you don't like that title, just think he's farting and don't take it seriously." Gu Jiali explained calmly.
Shen Qingqing was stunned and looked at him in surprise, "You..."
Seeing that her expression was wrong, Gu Jiali frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Qingqing came back to her senses, shook her head and said: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that a person as glorious as Mr. Gu would say such vulgar words as fart."
Gu Jiali frowned and smiled softly, "After floating in the sky for a long time, there will always be times when you want to come down to earth to connect with the earth. Brother Shen shouldn't be too surprised."
After saying that, he took out a long and narrow wooden box from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Shen Qingqing, "Here, the gift you asked for."
"It's really a gift. I'm just kidding, why do you take it seriously?" Shen Qingqing was a little embarrassed to take it.
Gu Jiali handed the brocade box forward, "Take it all, keep it, it's not a valuable thing."
Having said this, Shen Qingqing had no choice but to reach out and take it. She opened the brocade box and saw that there was a jade-tube brush inside, with a small flower carved on the tip of the pen. The workmanship was very exquisite.
"I saw that you practiced calligraphy in the palace... The quality of handwriting has a lot to do with the tools. You may make faster progress if you change your pen."
Gu Jiali left a message and walked to the well and washed the dishes with Zhiyi, leaving Shen Qingqing messy in the wind.
Does this mean that her handwriting is poor?
It has to be said that some people are really good at annoying people.
The last ones to come were Taoist Wuyou and his party. During the battle with Fan Yueshan, they were all injured to varying degrees, but they quickly recovered with the help of Gu Jiali.
This time when they came to the banquet, they specially changed their outfits and put on new gray gowns, giving them a completely new look.
Shen Qingqing said "Oh!" and her eyes lit up, "Are you wearing these clothes to form an alliance through bloodshed?"
"You really made me say that." Taoist Wuyou smiled and stroked his beard, "We plan to stay in Xiangcheng and build our own sect next to Fan Yue Mountain. We have even chosen a name.
What does it sound like to call it the New School of Chen Na?"
Shen Qingqing nodded very approvingly, "Yes, it is very commemorative. However, the location where we build the sect can be changed. The Chen family land is very suitable."
She raised her finger and pointed at Gu Jiali, who was squatting beside Jing to wash dishes. He said in a low voice: "Send a few people to show off in front of Mr. Gu later. Won't a ready-made place be here?"
Taoist Master Wuyou gave her a thumbs up with bright eyes, "Young Taoist Shen is still smart and a master!" This chapter has been completed!