Chapter 382

In the room, as soon as xiao'an Shifu closed the door, he ran to the window facing the street in three steps and two steps. He counted in his mouth "one, two, three, four". When he counted to thirty-six, he finally saw that pangyi left the inn, followed the waiter behind. He didn't know what the waiter said to pangyi. Then pangyi turned around and kicked the waiter with a smile. The waiter was joking He dodged, then waved to Pang Yi and turned back to the inn. Pang Yi walked to the carriage, untied the reins, patted the horses habitually, and then turned to look upstairs. His eyes looked straight at xiao'an. He was so scared that xiao'an closed the window with a loud "Patta" that he dared not breathe for a long time.

Pang Yi rushed to the tightly closed window and couldn't help laughing. Then he got on the carriage and drove off.

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In the evening, I eat stewed fish. I don't buy the fish. Gu Changlin has nothing to do with it. I went to the river under the mountain to make ice and fished it. There are more than ten fish. Although they are not very big, they are of various kinds. Meiya and Zhong Mingwei have never eaten fresh fish since winter. Now Ma Li Di tidies up the fish and stews it out in a hurry. Pang Yi also comes back. After washing his hands, he has to go into the room and eat together.

Four people sat around the pot, the stove was still under a small fire, the fish soup in the pot was "gududu" steaming, the room was full of the delicious taste of fish soup, Meiya and Zhong Mingwei sat on the Kang, Gu Changlin and pangyi sat in front of the pot, the four people ate happily, but did not delay the chat.

"Mr. Gu, next time you go fishing, you take me with you," Meiya added a handful of pickled vegetables to the pot, then stuck corn cakes to the pot, and said to Gu Changlin at the same time. "I've never caught fish, not to mention ice fishing. I'd like to join you in the fun."

"That's OK. I happen to be short of someone to bring me the fish basket," Gu Changlin nodded. He fished out a piece of frozen tofu that was almost stewed and ate it in the bowl, while sighing comfortably. "Frozen tofu, stewed fish, cake paste, and sour vegetables. This is how winter should be."

"No," Pang Yi clearly agreed with Gu Changlin. He buried his head to eat fish and said vaguely, "after eating Southern Xinjiang food for more than ten years, he has a northern stomach, which is still comfortable to eat."

"Where are you today?" Gu Changlin looked at pangyi and was dissatisfied with him. "Isn't it just going to chenjiatun? Why did you come back so late? "

"Something has been delayed," Pang Yi said vaguely, looking at Gu Changlin. "What's the matter? What can I do for you, sir

"Yes, sir, I have been looking for you all day," Meina answered. As soon as she spoke out, she blushed a little bit and looked at Zhong Mingwei in a silent voice. Then she was busy with Pang Yi. "Sir, I'm in a hurry."

"What's up?" Pang Yi hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and looked at Gu Changlin with a positive face. "Is it the medicine at home that will be used up again? Would you like some more back? "

"No, it's more important than this." Gu Changlin's face was light and light, and after eating the fish in the bowl, he slowly looked at Pang Yi, who was nervous. "I have saved three pairs of boots. When are you going to brush them for me? If you don't brush it, it will taste like sour vegetables in this pot. "

Pang Yi: "..."

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

Meiya: "..."

"What's the matter? Why don't you eat well?" Gu Changlin put another Gaga in the bowl and looked at the three people who wanted to talk and stop, "adding pickles is delicious. This fish is delicious. Don't mention it. Eat it quickly."

"Mr. Gu, please don't say..." Meiya can't bear it. Just now, a pot of fish that she didn't think was delicious can't go down to chopsticks. Not only can't go down to chopsticks, but Meiya can't even smell the sour vegetables in the air. She silently put down the chopsticks in her hand and whispered to Zhong Mingwei, "I'm full."

"I'm full, too," said Zhong Mingwei, putting down his chopsticks in silence. He poured out a cup of jasmine tea and handed it to Meiya, saying, "have a cup of tea and go to the taste of pickled vegetables in your mouth."

Meiya: " Cough, you can have some, too. "