The old beggar was a little curious. It must be a big chance for Wu Xuanzi to say this.
"You'll know when you go, I'm sure you will definitely make your trip worthwhile!" Wu Xuanzi said with a mysterious smile.
"You old guy, why are you so careless? But it makes me even more curious!"
The old beggar shook his head, but based on his understanding of Wu Xuanzi, this old guy probably wouldn't harm him. At most, he would only make him embarrassed.
Cao Xiaodi on the side looked at the two old men helplessly.
In the past, he felt that people like Master Wu should be aloof and mysterious, with an air of mystery in their every move.
But after getting along for a long time, he found that it was completely opposite to what he imagined.
There is nothing aloof or mysterious, just ordinary and ordinary.
Is this what is called returning to nature?
In other words, the higher the level of cultivation, the more one pursues the ordinary.
Let’s not talk about Master Wu and Mr. Hong, but let’s talk about Mr. Bu, whom even Master Wu admires. He is no different from a mortal.
While cleaning and cooking at home, he would sometimes quarrel with his daughter. Sometimes, he even heard his husband being scolded by his wife in the house.
If Master Wu hadn't said that this person was an existence beyond imagination, he would have thought that he was just a son-in-law who married into the bride's family and had little status.
No wonder he thinks so.
Because in his opinion, it is unbelievable for a grown man to do what a woman does. Anyway, in the capital, only those sons-in-law who are looked down upon by others do this.
However, Cao Xiaodi would not really think that the gentleman was a son-in-law who was looked down upon by others and had little status.
After all, Wu Xuanzi said that the gentleman was doing this because he was experiencing the sophistication of the world.
…
Soon, Wu Xuanzi and his party arrived at Bu Fan's house.
At this moment, only Xiao Xibao and Xiao Huanbao were lying on the stone table in the yard of their home, with their little buttocks raised, reading a book.
Hearing some movement, he turned around to take a look.
"Sister Vanilla, why are you here?"
As soon as he saw Song Xiangxiang, Xiao Xibao jumped off the stone bench and ran towards Song Xiangxiang excitedly.
Song Xianghua was also very happy to see little Xibao, and the two immediately hugged each other, as if they were little sisters they hadn't seen for many years.
"You are here just in time, we are having hot pot today!"
Bu Fan had just taken out the special equipment for making hot pot from the miscellaneous room, and smiled when he saw Wu Xuanzi and others.
This instrument is a special tripod with two layers, upper and lower, with a chimney in the middle. The first layer is where carbon is added.
"It's good to have hot pot. Speaking of which, I haven't had hot pot for a while!" Wu Xuanzi walked in, stroking his beard.
Cao Xiaodi knows hot pot and has eaten it several times.
Because hot pot has become very popular in Beijing in recent years, there are even several hot pot restaurants called "Di Di Lao" in Beijing. I heard that many dignitaries will go there to eat.
"Mr. Hong, I wish you good luck in the new year!"
Little Xibao trotted over and greeted the old beggar with a smile.
The old beggar smiled, and naturally knew what he should do, and gave the prepared red envelopes to Xiao Xibao, Xiao Huanbao, Xiao Man, and Lu Ren.
Bu Fan also gave the red envelope to Song Xiangxiang
This once again illustrates the benefits of having more children at home.
Others give four copies to his family, and he only needs to give one to others. It’s wonderful to think about it.
After all the dishes were prepared, everyone sat down.
The old beggar had hot pot at Song Leizi's house. At first, he was very curious about the way of eating and cooking. Later, he felt that eating hot pot and drinking at the same time was simply a kind of enjoyment.
"Blind Grandpa, I'll give you some beef!!"
Song Xiangxiang sat next to the old beggar, picked up a few pieces of beef, swish it a few times in the boiling water, and put it in the old beggar's bowl. The old beggar smiled faintly.
"How can you eat hot pot without drinking wine? I just have a pot of wine I brewed, called Qian Chun Niang!"
As he spoke, the old beggar placed the wine gourd on the table, opened the cork, and suddenly a faint aroma of wine came out.
"Old blind man, sir, there is wine at home, so don't show it off!" Wu Xuanzi coughed dryly and said with a smile.
The old beggar was slightly startled, "Do you have wine at home, sir?"
"That's right, Mr. Hong, why not try my extraordinary wine first!"
Bu Fan glanced at Lu Ren, who nodded, sealed and opened the wine jar on the table, and suddenly a mellow aroma of wine overflowed.
As soon as the old beggar smelled the smell of the wine, he was stunned.
For a person who is truly addicted to alcohol, he can tell the quality of the wine just by smelling it. But at this moment, how could he not know that this wine is definitely better than the Qian Chun Nang in his hand?
No wonder he always felt something was wrong in Wu Xuanzi's tone before.
I dare to love Wu Xuanzi just because I want to see his jokes.
After all, Wu Xuanzi must have drank this wine yesterday.
However, before coming, he remembered that Wu Xuanzi said that this time was a great opportunity for him. Could it be that this opportunity was referring to this wine?
Thinking of this, the old beggar grinned and put the cork back on the wine gourd, "Since it is the wine made by Mr., then this wine must be good wine!"
Xiao Man on the side was a little surprised when he heard this. He couldn't help but look at the old beggar's wine gourd, then looked at Bu Fan, and suddenly felt a little resentful in his heart.
[I originally wanted to drink the old beggar’s wine, but it’s a pity that my father ruined such a good opportunity]
"You girl, if you want to drink the wine made by Mr. Hong, just tell Mr. Hong and see what I do?"
How could Bu Fan not see what Xiao Man was thinking? Well, he didn't just look, he listened.
"My wine is not good wine. If you want to drink it, drink it!"
The old beggar put the wine gourd on the table and smiled modestly. He couldn't help it. Compared with this gentleman's wine, his wine was really not that good.
"Thank you Mr. Hong, I'll pour you a glass!"
Xiao Man thanked him, picked up the wine gourd, and poured a glass into his own glass.
The aroma of the wine was not as mellow as the wine her father brewed, but she didn't know how it tasted.
Xiao Man raised the wine glass and took a sip. She frowned slightly, wondering why the wine felt so ordinary and not as good as the wine her father brewed.
It seems that this wine is not a good wine as the old beggar said.
Xiaoman was a little disappointed.
It turned out that she thought that the wine drunk by an expert like the old beggar must be a rare wine in the world of immortality, and it might have a certain effect on cultivation.
But after drinking it, she found that it was not as good as her father's wine.
Sure enough, there are specialties in the art industry, and it seems that this old beggar doesn't know how to make wine.
But the old beggar didn't know what Xiao Man was thinking.
At this moment, after taking a sip of extraordinary wine, he seemed to be trapped in a reincarnation, and all the past experiences flashed through his mind.
Since he entered the world of immortality, he has been struggling in the world of immortality.
Later, after he achieved great success in elixir, he returned to his hometown and saw that the sister he once loved had turned into an old woman with white hair. His parents who once loved him were gone, leaving only two lonely graves.
Do you regret it?
Sad?
Maybe, but at that moment, his mood also changed to a certain extent, making him more determined on the path to immortality.
Time flies, thousands of years have passed.
The old beggar couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy in his heart.