Soon there were more than a dozen small porcelain bottles on the table. Song Chengwei's eyes showed a hint of warmth, but his mouth seemed to be impatient: "Okay. If you take it again, you can use it as food."
If your body is not in good condition, you will have to eat the red medicine as food to barely hold the blood line. Song Yu cursed in his heart, but he did not take out any more red medicine. If there was more space, he could not hide it.
Although he has always been careful not to hide it, Song Yu doesn't really want to reveal his identity as a player to people other than Xie Nanshi.
God knows if Anshi Technology will deduct his plot completion because of this.
Song Yu stood up and smoothed the hem of his clothes: "Dad, do you have anything else to explain?"
Song Chengwei waved his hand with a headache: "Don't come back if you have nothing to do."
"Okay." Song Yu agreed casually. Anyway, whether he could return to Tianyong's capital city depends on the plot, and it doesn't depend on him either. Song Yu bowed to Song Chengwei and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and asked: "In a moment
Do you want to have a meal together? I asked Qiaoyi to prepare hot pot."
It is normal for relatives to have a meal together at a farewell party, but this kind of family relationship is something Song Yu has never had. Although it is just a game, when Song Yu said this, he felt a little more expectant in his heart.
Song Chengwei was stunned for a moment, but quickly covered up the unnatural emotion in his eyes. "This is not like the question you would ask."
The smile at the corner of Song Yu's mouth froze for a moment, and then returned to a nonchalant look. He comforted himself that it was just that Xie Nanshi and Du Anchen behaved very differently from NPCs in their daily lives. As for the other characters, he probably shouldn't have any feelings for them.
Such high expectations.
Including this father who openly despised him but showed love and care in every aspect.
Song Yu walked out of the Qianming Palace and looked at the blue sky outside. In reality, the sky in the imperial capital was always gray, and never had such a washed-out color.
This is not reality.
Song Yu lowered his face and walked back quickly. I don’t know if it’s because the real time and the game have become completely consistent, but the involvement between him and the game seems to be gradually deepening, and the expectations are gradually lengthening, even more.
Losing the sense of belonging. This is not a good phenomenon.
When Song Yu returned to the yard, Qiaoyi had already prepared the mandarin duck pot in the yard. The bottom of the pot was Song Yu's modified version of the recipe based on modern hot pot. The red pot was slowly cooked with butter and chili, while the white pot was more
It was stewed with chicken soup and stick bones for a day and a night, and the fragrance was so fragrant that even Jie Nanshi, who had always been cold-faced, sat quietly on the stone table.
It has to be said that when he smelled the aroma of hot pot, Song Yu's depression was swept away, and his saliva flowed down before his tears.
I don't know if it's because she was the little girl who was with him during the initial setting. No matter what cuisine she cooks, even if it's a Manchu-Han banquet, the system defaults to Song Yu being edible.
It's a pity that I can't take Qiaoyi with me when I go to Guixu. I just don't know if Qiaoyi can make some more food and put it in my backpack. Maybe fried chicken, roast duck and the like can be arranged.
"Master." Qiaoyi held Yuanfang in her arms, who was still struggling to get into the pot. When she heard the noise, she turned to smile at Song Yu, and went straight to the red pot without grabbing Yuanfang in her hand.
At the critical moment, Du Anchen grabbed the wings of fate and held the bird firmly in his hand: "Even if you want to add another dish to us, you have to pluck the feathers first."
When Yuan Fang heard this, she immediately became angry, turned around and pecked Du Anchen's hand.
Song Yu smiled as he watched a man and a bird fight together. Du Anchen, who felt strange yesterday, was now back to his normal state.
"Young Master, eat more." Qiaoyi freed her hands and put the blanched meat and vegetables for Song Yu with a smile. "It's just blanched and tastes just right."
Song Yu said hello, but before he could pick up the meat, Du Anchen, who was still fighting with Yuan Fang on the other side, came out with a chopstick and snatched it away.
Song Yu looked at the empty chopsticks and directed Yuan Fang: "Peck her, Master, I'll add more food to you!"
Facing the chaotic scene, Xie Nanshi remained as quiet as ever, but the speed of cooking the mutton was not slow at all. He ate the most in this moment.
He usually prefers to eat light food, so he just stares at the white pot for cooking.
Song Yu watched for a long time, then took the serving chopsticks from Qiaoyi and personally gave Xie Nanshi a piece of boiled mutton. Xie Nanshi did not doubt that he was there, so he said thank you and put it into his mouth. Immediately afterwards, he
He frowned, his eye sockets and the tip of his nose instantly turned red, and his pale lips also turned bright red. His expression showed an embarrassment that it was inappropriate to swallow or spit out.
Song Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.
Amid this laughter, a gust of wind rose. When the wind stopped, Song Chengwei's figure was already standing in the courtyard. At this moment, Song Yu was still holding up his chopsticks, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the person coming.
Du Anchen was the first to stand up and salute, but her usual laziness could still be seen in her posture.
Qiaoyi, who was still busy serving dishes to her young master, knelt down immediately, and Xie Nanshi also stood up and bowed. Only Song Yu remained sitting there without moving, his mouth was trembling a little, and his whole person was not very out of control.
Joy surges in my chest.
If this continues, I might as well just live in the game in the future. After Song Chengwei sat down, Song Yu got up and went into the room, taking out a brand new set of bowls and chopsticks and placing them in front of him.
There is actually hot pot in this game, but it is made in an antique way. The top one is the five-cooked pot, but the ingredients are often already put into the pot to stew. Of course, there is also shabu-shabu, but the soup base is not as colorful and dipping as modern.
It also lacks the soulful sesame oil or sesame paste. The taste is naturally different when eaten.
Song Chengwei went straight to the red pot. When he entered the pot, he was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time. Finally, he murmured with difficulty: "This hot pot seems to be different."
Song Yu laughed and handed over a glass of peach blossom wine. This wine is mild in nature and patients are not suitable for drinking strong alcohol and eating spicy food. Then he stopped Qiaoyi from continuing to serve dishes and pulled her to sit down and eat.
Relatives and friends sit around a table with steaming hot pot, this is the fireworks in the world.
After the meal, Song Chengwei disappeared quietly without disturbing anyone. Qiaoyi got into the kitchen again at Song Yu's request, vowing to prepare more delicious food for her young master.
Xie Nanshi went back to his room to prepare talismans again. Although he still had many talismans with him that he had not used up yet, he was prepared for any trouble.
Song Yu was still wandering around him at first, but then he remembered something, so he simply used Jie Nanshi's pen, ink, paper and inkstone to try to upgrade his skills. After all, with such a skill, he might be able to save Song Chengwei.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Song Yu decided to draw a portrait of Xie Nanshi without much hesitation. Xie Nanshi was the person he was most familiar with here, and he was drawing the talisman next to him right now. There was no need for a ready-made model.
.However, he has only studied sketching, and not much. Now holding the brush, he actually doesn’t have much confidence in his heart, so he can only try what he is most familiar with.
However, the moment he put down the pen, Song Yu found that this brush painting was much easier than he expected. As the pen tip moved, it seemed that he already knew where to put the next stroke.
Could it be that this is an ability brought about by skills? Song Yu looked at the portrait that had begun to take shape and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Without the stimulation of spiritual energy, it is unlikely that he would become a martial arts master in reality, but...
Remembering the feeling of writing now, will he be able to learn Chinese painting by himself after returning to reality? Song Yu suddenly became more interested, and the speed of writing also increased by two points. When he finally completed the finishing touch, Song Yu
Yu looked at the painting that almost completely depicted Jie Nanshi's expression, and was stunned for a long time.
If this were reality... painting a few more paintings would be enough for him to get out of poverty and become rich, right?!
When he raised his head with satisfaction, he saw that Nan Shi was looking at him in surprise. Song Yu blinked and showed the painting to Nan Shi: "How is it? I still painted 70% of your suaveness."
, handsome and unrestrained?”
Xie Nanshi frowned. Just for a moment, he felt like his soul was being pulled. But it was only for a moment. It was hard to tell whether it was an illusion. He carefully inspected the painting in Song Yu's hand, but found nothing unusual.
.He lowered his head and calmed down, and continued to draw the symbols: "The drawing is very good, don't draw it again next time."
This was a prerequisite for skill upgrade. Naturally, Song Yu didn't take Xie Nanshi's words to heart. After confirming that his skill proficiency increased by one, he directly hung the painting in Xie Nanshi's room and turned around with a smile.
Already.
He still needs to prepare for going to Guixu.
…
Song Yu originally planned to have a showdown with Lin Ting about going to Gui Xu, but since Xie Nanshi stopped him, his cheap dad also urged him to leave quickly.
It is better to do less than to do more. To be honest, he didn't really want to fight with Lin Tingxu. After leaving Guixu, he planned to go directly to Baizhao and did not plan to return to Tianyong immediately to play tricks with Lin Tingxu.
But there is one person whom he still needs to explain a few more times.
"Hey Qiaoyi, please help me make some iced cheese. It's almost too hot today." After Song Yu came out of Xie Nanshi's place, he got into the small kitchen in the courtyard and directed Qiaoyi to make more.
Eat what you like.
Qiaoyi shed tears as she did so: "Master, I really can't go with you..."
Before she could finish her words, Song Yu held her mouth. Song Yu's eyes were full of smiles: "My dear Qiaoyi, be careful that walls have ears." He said and leaned into Qiaoyi's ear: "I have already given it to you.
I've hired someone to take you back to Yongxi tomorrow, so be careful on the way."
Qiaoyi nodded obediently and said no more.
Since he decided to leave, Song Yu didn't want to waste too long, let alone alarm the people in Chen Guogong's mansion. After Qiaoyi prepared enough food for three people to eat for more than a month.
The three of them set off before dawn. This time they took the back door. Jie Nanshi and Du Anchen did not alert the guards at Chen Guogong's mansion at all.