I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

This can be traced back to when I was seven or eight years old.

My uncle in my hometown has a yard, and there is a river behind the yard. In summer, there will be a bunch of crayfish crawling, pulling a piece of pork, tying it to a rope, and fishing for crayfish all day long.

Yin Xuan liked to do this when he was a child.

That day, he was fishing for shrimp by the river.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound in his head, he looked up, and saw that a sparrow had hit the spider web, and then a fist-sized spider with yellow and green stripes viciously pounced on the sparrow.

Right on top of his head!
It's also thanks to his young age and short stature at that time. If he had the height of 1.8 meters now, if he stood up together, his head would have to rub against the spider web.

With a spider that can prey on sparrows, I caught shrimp all afternoon.

At that time, Yin Xuan didn't even have time to cry. He fell to the ground and watched the spider spin silk to wrap the sparrow. I ask, how much psychological shadow did Yin Xuan have at that time?
After that, he didn't see spiders as creatures.

It's not like in the movie, where you cry when you see it, and your hands and feet are numb. You just don't feel comfortable anymore. No matter how small you are, you always feel that you can spin silk to wrap yourself up in the next second.

Even a blind spider, knowing that this thing is non-toxic and harmless, and it is even best to keep a few at home, but he still can't get over the test in his heart.

When I was young, I just wanted to escape.

When you are old, you will know that it is enough to roll up the book and hit the head with a blow.

After Yin Xuan and Ji Wen inquired about it, they realized that catching spiders is really a custom of the Qiqiao Festival. The daughter's house catches spiders and calls them happy spiders, and puts them in wooden boxes. See whose spider's web is denser.

If the net is well rounded and dense, it proves that the daughter is ingenious.

if not
That is, the spider does not understand the general situation, the wooden box is airtight, and the spider may be in poor health, but in short, it must not be a problem with the daughter's family.

Yin Xuan felt a little emotional, no wonder this festival is getting lonely, the festivals in China are not mainly about eating, but about catching creatures like spiders.
Spiders are not pandas.

While all furry, spiders are anything but cute.

Wait until the afternoon.

Li Lizhi and his party, who were covered in dust, came back, each holding a small wooden box in their hands. I don't know where they got into to make this messy appearance.

But looking at their rosy faces, it seems that they have gained a lot.

Yin Xuan didn't intend to ask them how much they had gained, so there was no need to make things difficult for themselves.

I just helped a few little girls stuff Xuelihong into jars and seal them in a room in the backyard. After 20 days, they can be opened and eaten.

The appetite of the little girls tonight is the same as yesterday.

Yin Xuan was a little relieved.

Is this finally time for a second growth?
Qiqiao Festival, also known as Girl's Day, although it is a festival for daughters, scholars have never tabooed it. The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has thousands of years.

This romance, which existed before the Warring States period, has spanned the years and is still being sung thousands of years later, and it is still equally popular after thousands of years.

Such a true romance.

Readers are most willing to compose a song.

The curfew was opened on the Qiqiao Festival.

This made the festival suddenly more lively.

There were quite a few scholars who came to reserve a table of drinks, Wu Youdao and others, and scholars who often come to restaurants, even Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling also came to join in the fun.

I want to see what level the current scholars are.

Yin Xuan didn't think it was noisy, on the contrary, he was very happy. He even set up a barbecue stove, and waited for the guests to come to the door at night, and then cheated, bah, and earned some hard money.

The charcoal fire ignited.

Wei Zheng put on a new suit, leaned against the door, looked at the scorching fire, and raised his eyebrows: "What is this? There's something new to eat?"

Yin Xuan nodded and rolled up his sleeves: "Well, tonight is limited to barbecue. Would you like some skewers?"

bake.

It is an ancient cooking method, but no one doubts Yin Xuan's grilling skills. During the last cooking competition, the roasted whole lamb that was brought out has already proved Yin Xuan's grilling skills.

just
After that, they never saw Yin Xuan show this craft again.

Now that they finally have the opportunity to taste this delicacy again, there is no reason for this group of people to give up.

Wei Zheng nodded, counted the heads with his fingers, and ordered nearly 200 skewers out of trust in the special way of eating "kebabs".

Counting the other food, drinks and other things he had reserved, he rushed five or six times, but he didn't feel bad at all, anyway, he would come back from Cheng Yaojin sooner or later.

Other readers more or less ordered some.

Li Shimin also came, but he didn't bring Li Chengqian with him. This prince who has always harbored malicious intentions has been very quiet recently, and he hasn't seen him in restaurants much.

With the cold wine pouring into the stomach and the heat rising, the scholars were clamoring, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

After passing the order with a cup of wine, the poems of the Qiqiao Festival were chanted.

Some people sang, "There are Hans in Weitian, and there is light in the prison. The Weaver Girl, the weaver girl, has seven xiangs all day long. Although the seven xiangs, it can't be a newspaper. The oxen, don't take the box."

This is the Dadong chapter in the Book of Songs.

Some people sang their own poems and prose.

Once they drank too much wine, they became bolder. Wu Youdao took the lead, and the others followed suit, yelling at Yin Xuan: "Shopkeeper, why don't you compose a song on such a happy day?"

"One from the store."

Holding a handful of mutton skewers, Yin Xuan walked in from outside the house, put the handful in front of a table of people, glared at them, and said in a bad tone, "Why are you arguing, don't do it!"

He did not dare to do it.

I don't know what kind of bizarre explanations this group of intellectuals with open minds will make. It is of course a good thing that the reputation of restaurants is getting higher and higher.

Or exalting one's own knowledge is not a bad thing.

However, Yin Xuan really doesn't know how to compose poetry and doesn't plan to learn it by praising things that don't belong to him, such as "literary names".

It's really no good to hold it too high.

One day when he fell down, the first person to be crushed to death would be himself.

The scholars didn't know Yin Xuan's thoughts, they only thought that he was reserved, and the booing became louder and louder, even Li Shimin followed him, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

"Shopkeeper, if you write a poem today, I will ask the scholars from Quan Chang'an to hold another literary meeting for you." Someone threw out his own conditions.

This made Yin Xuan a little moved.

But thinking about it, I still suppressed this heartbeat.