When he first arrived, Zhuge Liang knew how to measure things.
It was his first time to come into contact with these drinks in front of him, and he didn't understand them at all. Instead of taking the initiative to step into the trap, it was better to leave them to someone who was familiar with them to help him make the appropriate choice.
Zhuge Liang raised his fists in embarrassment and said, "Please, leader, choose a drink for Liang."
Xu Yue readily agreed, and first asked Zhuge Liang how much he drank. Knowing that he drank little, but not incapable of drinking, she decided to give him a mixed drink.
Mix ale and coke, put ice cubes in it, serve it in a large glass, and hand it to Zhuge Liang.
"This ale has almost no alcohol content. It's not intoxicating. It just tastes like alcohol. It tastes great when paired with soda."
"You will eat a piece of hot-boiled mutton in a while and then take a sip, and you will understand why I recommend this to you."
"Thank you, chief." Zhuge Liang caught the glass of ice-cold mixed ale with both hands and made a note of it secretly.
The ale and soda in the glass mixed to form a brown liquid, which reflected a mysterious stream of light under the candlelight.
Smelling the aroma of food wafting in from his nose, Zhuge Liang swallowed secretly.
The rest are all acquaintances, so everyone picks up the cup and serves it themselves.
Mrs. Gan didn't want to be cold or drink, so she simply moved to the children's table to drink milk tea with her son.
There was a strong charcoal fire burning in the house, the fire in the pot was steaming, and the aroma was overwhelming.
The table was filled with side dishes. Such a sumptuous dinner made Zhao Bei feel like he was dreaming.
And now, the dream has come true.
"Let's move the chopsticks." Wang Pingping picked up the chopsticks, picked up the thinly sliced mutton slices and poured them into the pot.
When the rest of the people saw this, they moved their chopsticks.
Zhuge Liang observed secretly and finally figured out the family status of the five members of the Xu family.
Wang Pingping is at the top of the food chain, followed by the leader and the goddess, followed closely by Xu Dalang and Xu Da's father and son.
If Wang Pingping doesn't move her chopsticks, no one will dare to move her.
Everyone ate casually, without any of the cumbersome rules at banquets in the past. In addition, it was the first time for Zhuge Liang to face such a sumptuous food, and Zhuge Liang, who had only eaten cooked vegetables, was not polite.
He lifted up his broad sleeves, followed the example of others and put food into the pot, boiled the food until cooked, put it on a plate with some dipping sauce, and then put it in his mouth.
During this process, Zhuge Liang tried his best to maintain his elegant demeanor.
But he soon discovered that the sound of sucking in food was all around him, and no one paid attention to whether his actions were appropriate or not.
Affected by the "whooshing" sounds of the storm inhaled by Zhao Bei and Xu Dalang on the left and right, Zhuge Liang's saliva secreted crazily.
Finally, a mouthful of hot-boiled mutton was put into his mouth. The aroma of the thick soup and the sourness and pungency of the dipping sauce exploded in his mouth. Zhuge Liang felt like a gunpowder barrel exploded in his mind.
How could there be such a wonderful taste in this world!
"You're welcome, you can have whatever you want!" Xu Yue took some time out of her busy schedule to greet the guests.
Later, he joined his brothers and sisters in their meat-grabbing army.
One mouthful of meat soaked in wine at the same time, don’t mention the taste!
As soon as Zhuge Liang took his first sip of the mixed ale, he was so surprised by the multi-layered taste that he couldn't help but stomp his feet.
"This drink, this drink..."
The dignified cultural scholar couldn't find a suitable adjective to praise this cup of fine wine, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
But Xu Dalang suspected that he was hot.
It was rare to see a young man of his own age, and Zhuge Liang was pleasing to the eye, so Xu Dalang reminded him:
"Don't just drink, eat meat!"
If you don't eat it, Xu Erniang will snatch it all away.
"Okay, okay." Zhuge Liang really couldn't resist such delicious food, and he didn't think about any fancy words. He nodded to Xu Dalang, turned around and continued to eat meat.
No wonder everyone at the table was only focused on the meat. The taste of the meat was so much better than the vegetables.
The meat on the lamb leg is the most fragrant, and it is cut into thin slices. When you pour it into the pot, you can absorb a mouthful of the essence of the soup.
In just five minutes, the two large plates of mutton rolls on the table were swept away by people like hungry wolves.
But everyone ate more or less a dozen slices, so it was almost enough.
Xu Erniang put vegetables into the pot. Xu Dalang took a chopstick and tasted them. He felt that compared with the meat, they were bland and tasteless, and he immediately frowned.
Zhuge Liang ate with gusto and thought the vegetables were also delicious.
Immediately, he realized, how come there are still fresh and tender vegetables in the pot on this cold day?
Forget about big radishes. There are special cellars in the north for storage. Storing them for a winter after receiving them is not a problem.
But where do those green vegetables come from?
Having seen the leader's ability to retrieve objects from the air before, Zhuge guessed in his mind that this must also be a conjuration.
When he was thinking about the rare opportunity to eat more vegetables, Xu Dalang beside him suddenly put down his chopsticks.
"Young General, are you feeling unwell?" Zhuge Liang asked with concern while putting food in his mouth.
The corners of Xu Dalang's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at the vegetables in Zhuge Liang's bowl with disgust, "They don't taste good."
Zhuge Liang looked at the vegetables in his bowl in disbelief. They didn't have any flavor yet?
It was the first time in twenty-three years since he was born that he had eaten such delicious vegetables.
But Xu Dalang was not the only one who said the food was tasteless. Xu Dalang also stopped using his chopsticks and shook his head, "My mouth is so full that I can't even eat the vegetarian dishes."
A flash of astonishment flashed in Zhuge's eyes: Am I ignorant?
Fortunately, the remaining people said it was delicious.
Wang Pingping retorted directly: "Whether you want to eat it or not, get out of here!"
A habitual problem!
Zhuge Liang's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
General Wang reprimanded Duke Xu in front of so many people. Is it really okay?
Zhao Bei felt the young man beside him stop, smiled jokingly, and greeted in a low voice:
"Just get used to it, let's eat what we have."
Xu Da's face was as thick as a city wall. He was not annoyed at all by his mother-in-law in public. He even smiled at Zhuge Liang and said,
"You eat, you eat. If it tastes good, eat more."
Xu Yue was afraid that her parents would quarrel, so she offered to contribute two packs of instant noodle seasonings and stir up the soup base.
Xu Da and Xu Dalang's father and son immediately showed their worthless bright smiles.
"Just spoil them." Wang Pingping was helpless and funny.
Xu Yue blinked at her brother and father. What else could she do besides pampering her family's resentment?
As soon as the seasoning package for instant noodles was added, Zhuge Liang felt an overbearing aroma rising straight to the sky, and his whole body was cleansed from head to toe, from body to soul, like never before.
At this moment, this young man is very sure that joining the Xu Jiajun is the most correct decision he has made in his life!
The overbearing aroma drifted into the street through the cracks in the window.
In the dark of night, a carriage passed by the door of Zhao Bei's house. Immediately, a young child's uncertain inquiry rang out from the carriage:
"Mom, it tastes so good. It tastes the same as the instant noodles my father brought home for us to eat. It seems to be spicy beef flavor."
