Su squatted on the ground to make a fire, tilting his head with some difficulty.

When she was concentrating on what she would bit her tongue unconsciously, her expression was not as clever as usual, with a little silly aura.

The carbon fire started to grow, and the flame tongue slowly licked the nearby charcoal blocks carefully, and then swept through the whole pot. After most of the carbon turned red, Su Haoyi put the chili on it.

Sima Lantai watched her busy, with little expression on her face.

After the hot air is exposed, pour a layer of vegetarian oil and apply it evenly with a brown brush. The aroma of the oil disperses before spreading the marinated mutton on the roasted croquette.

Mo Tong carefully fanned the fire with a palm fan, and Su Haoyi held the long chopsticks and turned the mutton.

The strong meat fragrance made Mo Tong swallow his saliva and said with a suffocation: "I'll go to the warm bar! This is so greedy."

Su laughed kindly and said, "You can get some fresh vegetables and come over. It's a bit greasy to eat mutton alone."

Mo Tong went there and soon brought a few dishes.

Su Haoyi chopped it up casually, gathered the mutton together, and roasted the vegetable sections half-cooked with the mutton fat.

At this time, the mutton on the roasted rice was already roasted. Su Haoyi took a clean plate, picked up a few pieces of mutton, put some dishes in, and handed them to Sima Lantai and said, "Is the mutton tender but not old, I will try it, will it fit my appetite?"

The mutton is cut into thin slices that are not big, and the slices shrink after grilling, just in the mouth.

Sima Lantai tasted a piece and said, "It is fresh and tender and delicious, and the spices are also used very well, which is better than ordinary roasted mutton."

Su Haoyi was naturally happy when he was praised, saying, "Actually, charcoal-grilled venison is more fragrant, but now is not the time, so it is more suitable for coldness."

Mo Tong hurriedly took over the conversation and said, "Young Master Su, then you will definitely come to roast venison at that time! Even if I can't eat it, I'm lucky to smell it."

Su Haoyi said without thinking: "It's easy to say, I'm an idle person anyway."

After saying that, he picked up half a plate of meat for Mo Tong, mixed it with vegetables and handed it to him: "This has to be eaten while it is hot, and it will become dry and hard after a long time, and it will not be eaten well."

Mo Tong didn't dare to answer, and said repeatedly: "I dare not, I'd better use it first!"

Su smiled kindly and said, "What's the matter? I have to bake another pot!"

Sima Lantai took out the warm Suhe fragrant wine and poured a glass of it for all three of them.

Mo Tong brought the wine with fear and fear, and went aside, but he still prayed in his heart: God-Heaven Bodhisattva is not a villain who disrespects. It was because he had to ask Mr. Su's blessing that the master poured us a glass of wine. The villain should pay more filial piety to his master and Mr. Su, and please don't blame me!

Su Haoyi held the cup in both hands and first toast Sima Lantai.

Then he took a sip and said, "I drank it for the first time, but it tasted really good."

"Don't drink," Sima Lantai also took a sip: "There shouldn't be too much for fun."

Although Su Haoyi agreed, she did not deliberately drink less. Usually, she never dared to drink too much in front of outsiders, but she could only drink a cup or two. But she had no scruples in front of Sima Lantai, and even wanted to drink two more cups before she felt enjoyable.

It was almost noon at this time, but the cloudy sky became more and more severe.

Su Haoyi noticed a hint of chill on the back of his hand. At first he thought it was an illusion, but then he found that it was snow, but the snow beads were too small to be noticed.

Su Haoyi looked lively, but she liked rain and snow. At this time, she was already in high spirits, and she became happier when she saw the snow falling.

"It's the most elegant thing to encounter snow around the fire! I caught up today," Su stood up happily and said, "What's more, in such a quiet yard, there is a gentleman like a young man! I'm really lucky in three lives!"

As the time of speaking, the snow gradually became heavier. There were already a few cranes in the yard. The crane was not afraid of the cold, but instead became energetic when the snow fell.

Both of them sang, flapping their wings and dancing.

Su Haoyi looked at the crane dance in the snow and unconsciously emerged from the spirit.

Mo Tong said with a chance: "Young Master Su, you don't know that these cranes are very spiritual. On weekdays, when our young master plays the piano, they will dance to the music, which is much better than this."

Su Haoyi couldn't help but nodded after hearing this. Although she had never seen Sima Lantai play the piano, she knew that he should know because there was a guqin here.

Sima Lantai's piano playing must be more handsome than Wang Mojie playing the piano in the painting, but unfortunately he was not able to meet him.

Thinking of this, even the meat on the plate was no longer fragrant.

Sima Lantai calmly put down the bowls and chopsticks, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, and said to Mo Tong: "Get the piano."

After hearing this, Su Haoyi quickly put down what she had in her hand, sat upright, ready to have a feast for her ears.

Sima Lantai's guqin is called "Round Liang", with a broken snake's belly and a simple style. It is a rare thing.

Mo Tong put on the piano and burned another incense. Sima Lantai sat in front of the piano, mixed his breathing evenly, and his slender fingers were on the strings of the piano, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes hooked or picked, and the music started to sound.

Su has never heard of this song, but it is elegant and charming, making people fall in love with it involuntarily when they hear it.

Su Haoyi has seen no one playing the piano on weekdays, and she can do it herself. But compared with Sima Lantai, there is a huge difference. This extraordinary demeanor alone will make you feel inferior to San Qianli.

Su Haoyi did not doubt that Mr. Lantai was the immortal who defeated the mortal world in the Nine Heavens. If he flew away one day, he would never find it incredible.

And she is definitely not the only one who thinks that, but everyone in the capital thinks so.

The cranes were indeed as Mo Tong said, dancing to the sound of the piano, and even spiraled, with loud and loud sounds straight into the clouds.

Su was greedy for watching and listening, and unconsciously drank a few more drinks.

When Sima Lantai finished playing the song and looked back, Su Haoyi's face was flushed and his starry eyes were foggy.

"Young Master, you are..." Su Haoyi smiled and burped in half, saying: "It's too unbearable for people to live. He has a prominent family background, is proficient in medical skills, is handsome and knowledgeable..."

"You're drunk," Sima Lantai walked up to her: "Mo Tong goes to get the sobering soup."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk," Su smiled kindly and waved his hand: "If you don't drink, you're drunk, you're drunk, uh... you're drunk."

Before Mo Tong's sobering soup was brought, Su Haoyi yawned. She was frightened and felt sleepy when she relaxed, not to mention that she had drunk alcohol.

"Drink sober soup before sleeping, be careful of making a drink." Sima Lantai said with support to Su Haoyi's shoulder.

Su Haoyi was so sleepy that he was tilted, and he lowered his head and said, "I'll just sit and slim for a while..."

He closed his eyes as he said that.

Sima Lantai sighed helplessly and held her up into the room.

Su Haoyi had lived here before, and immediately sighed comfortably as soon as he was put on the bed, rubbing his pillow and falling asleep.
Chapter completed!