The waiter finished delivering the food and quietly left.
Feng Weihuan's red face was frozen back to white before she dared to turn around.
Nanming closed the window thoughtfully.
After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, eating with the window open on a cold day really makes people feel bad.
Barbecue, Roujiamo, mutton soup, and several northwest snacks.
Rough, simple, consistent with the style of a restaurant.
"Northwestern cuisine should be paired with strong liquor like Shao Knife, but I was afraid that the princess wouldn't like it, so I replaced it with fruit wine to suit the occasion." Nan Ming poured two glasses of wine and placed one in front of Feng Weihuan.
The two raised glasses and clinked their glasses.
Feng Weihuan took a bite of the barbecue and praised: "The barbecue skills are superb! It's more authentic than 'Yipinxian'."
"The dishes of 'Yipinxian' have been improved and are suitable for most people's tastes. The owner of the 'restaurant' is from the northwest frontier, and he cooks authentic northwest cuisine."
Nanming took another sip of fruit wine. The wine in the cup was as light as water. Let's drink it as tea.
"Nan Da people like to eat northwest food?" Feng Weihuan asked.
"Well, I lived in the northwest border when I was young, so these are considered hometown dishes." Nan Ming said with a smile.
Feng Weihuan was stunned.
She recalled that when she was trapped in the valley, Nanming had talked about his wandering childhood, but she didn't expect it to be in the northwest.
Due to the lack of supplies, the place is always in a mess. I don’t know how Nanming grew up. It must have been difficult for him without a father and mother...
Thinking of this, she felt stuffy in her stomach, and even the delicious mutton soup had no taste at all.
"The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, the sun is setting over the long river. The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. Although the northwest is remote, it is not as prosperous as the imperial capital.
But the scenery is very good. If there is a chance in the future, the princess can go for a walk and take a look." Nanming saw Feng Weihuan's expression at a glance and said with a smile.
"Well, I must go." Feng Weihuan nodded. My eldest brother is there. When Xiaoyu grows up, this trip will eventually be made.
"If there is a need for a guide, I can recommend myself." Nanming took another sip of wine, but what he was thinking in his heart was: He should really clean up Mocheng in the past two years, and don't offend his delicate and noble princess.
Feng Weihuan didn't expect Nanming to say such a sentence, and was startled again.
"I haven't been back for a long time, so I should find some time to pay homage to my late father and mother." Nan Ming added.
"Okay, let's go together then." She agreed, and to cover up her embarrassment, she picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
A trace of annoyance flashed across Nanming's eyes. Why did he add this sentence? It was too talkative.
"Mr. Nan, what fun things are there in the northwest?" Feng Weihuan smiled and changed the topic to a safer topic.
"There are some places in the northwest that are worth visiting..."
Nan Ming answered all questions. He was knowledgeable, eloquent, and had a pleasant voice. His words made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. Feng Weihuan unknowingly became fascinated by what he heard. He even looked at him intently and forgot to hide his emotions.
Seeing this, Nan Ming also used what he had learned in his life, and his tongue was as bright as a lotus flower. He had not racked his brains like this even in the spring and palace examinations that year, and he felt even more lucky: indeed, it is useful for men to read more books.
