Zhou Yan

Linzhou city goes late in summer, and autumn comes late. When the north wind blows, it seems like winter has come suddenly.

Shen Xian didn't feel cold just now, now he took a shower and changed clothes. When he was walking on the gravel road to his parents' yard, he was shivered by the wind blowing into his neck. I felt a little cold after I realized it.

"Hiss!" Shen Xian shuddered, rubbing his hands with his clothes wrapped around his clothes, he would feel that the two legs that had just been immersed in the pool had turned into lumps of lead, it was so cold and sour that it was not good for him to walk ask for it.

Shen Xian walked stiffly, shaking his head while walking: "I'm getting old."

Only 15 years old, really old.

Zhou Mingchao waited for him to come out after taking a shower and changing clothes, and watched the man limping and complaining about himself...

"Brother Zhou, is it cold?" Shen Xian saw Zhou Mingchao, and immediately his legs didn't hurt, and he wasn't cold anymore. He ran up to hug Zhou Mingchao's arm with a brisk step: "Come on, let me give it to you." warm."

Zhou Mingchao was caught off guard by people hugging him tightly. When he lowered his head to look, Shen Xian's face turned red from the cold, and when he touched Shen Xian's hand, it was really cold.

Thinking of the scene where the man rolled in mud in the lotus pond just now, Zhou Mingchao's eyes flickered, and he didn't throw him out.

"Do you want to wear more clothes?" Zhou Mingchao asked him. He saw that Shen Xian's neck was exposed, slender and fair, and he might not be able to stand the coldness: "Add a cloak."

"No, I just took a shower, and I feel a little uncomfortable coming out. I will go to my mother's yard to warm up later."

Shen Xian huddled beside Zhou Mingchao, looking as if the whole person was hanging on him, the gravel road was creaked under their pressure, Shen Xian urged Zhou Mingchao to go fast.

Madam was cold, so when the weather cooled down, she lit the charcoal stove, and the whole house was as warm as spring, it was so warm that Shen Xian always dozed off on a chair when he went to his parents' yard.

When they arrived at the main courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a stove in the hall, on which a pot of mutton soup was steaming, and there were still plum blossoms in the vase, which was really warm.

As soon as Shen Xian entered the house, he let go of Zhou Mingchao's hand that he had held for warmth all the way, and ran over like the pot of mutton: "Father, mother! I'm coming! Is the mutton ready? Let me taste it for you first. A lot of taste."

The madam is setting the dishes on the table, and the city lord is adding fire to the stove. Today is a family feast, and it is interesting to do things by yourself. Hearing this, the madam raised her head and smiled: "Greedy is greedy, it's hard for you to come up with such excuses, Ming Chao, sit down and warm yourself by the fire, it's cold outside!"

"It's not cold." Zhou Mingchao stood beside his wife and helped her pass the bowls and chopsticks. He felt that his answer was a bit simple, so he added: "It's very warm here."

"Hey, of course it's warm here!" Shen Xian took a bowl and lifted the lid of the mutton soup pot, the aroma was overflowing, and he felt a bit of comfort and ease in his whole body.

"There are no rules, who eats on the stove before the food is served!" The city lord scolded him, but did not beat him.

"This is not a stove." With a snort, Shen Xian became more courageous, filled a bowl for himself and scooped up another for Zhou Mingchao: "Brother Zhou, try it."

Anyway, he can't be scolded by himself.

Drinking a bowl of mutton soup in winter really warms the stomach. There is no chair, but a blanket is laid on the floor. Sitting leisurely next to the stove, drinking soup and warming the fire, he feels his legs are gradually thawing after taking a sip of the soup. so comfortable!Shen Xian hugged the soup bowl and sighed.

"Hi'er!" After drinking too quickly, Shen Xian hiccupped, his face was flushed, this time it was hot, not cold, he glanced at the city master, his father was holding charcoal with his back turned, Shen Xian Quietly, he lifted the lid of the soup pot again, and added a spoonful of soup to his own bowl.

When the city lord turned around, Shen Xian just put the lid back on, lowered his head to drink the soup like a normal person, and sighed with squinted eyes: "It's delicious."

"Not promising," the city lord turned his head to Zhou Mingchao with contempt in his eyes, and said softly, "Mingchao sit down and drink, add some coriander, and it tastes good with mutton soup."

Why didn't you tell him to add coriander, Shen Xian was a little depressed, he stood up holding the bowl, he didn't care about coriander, hum!Treat one more favorably than another.

Zhou Mingchao looked at him with soft eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, as if he was smiling.

"Are you still practicing swords recently? How are you doing with the swordsmanship I taught you..."

The city lord and Zhou Mingchao were chatting, Shen Xian glanced at it, walked to his mother's side, and asked in a low voice: "Mother, is brother Zhou my father's real son?"

"What are you thinking?" Madam couldn't help but smile bitterly, she picked up the little crispy meat on the table and put it to Shen Xian's mouth: "Why do you think this way, your father will be pissed off by you when he hears it."

"I think he is very close to Brother Zhou!" Shen Xian opened his mouth to answer, biting the little crispy meat bitterly: "Look at the three of us walking on the street, I don't know, I thought it was the two of you, I am a picked it up."

"Nonsense!"

The shoulder was patted lightly by his wife, Shen Xian was not convinced: "But Dad always scolded me, he didn't even tell me to add coriander to the soup."

I don't know if Zhou Mingchao heard the conversation here, he stood up, walked in front of Shen Xian, handed his bowl of mutton soup to Shen Xian, and said softly, "Here."

There were fine coriander floats on the pure white soup base, Shen Xian moved his nose, although it was a little fragrant, but he would not give in: "I don't...uh."

Young Master Shen's arrogant refusal was not over yet, Zhou Mingchao had already filled a spoonful of soup and fed it to Shen Xian's mouth.

With a grunt, Shen Xian swallowed the soup, and he thought about it carefully, the mutton soup with coriander is really delicious.

After drinking other people's soup, Shen Xian was still a little awkward: "I, I still have this."

"You drink this, I'll drink your bowl." Zhou Mingchao took the soup bowl from Shen Xian's hand, and put his own soup bowl in Shen Xian's hand.

Zhou Mingchao took Shen Xian's bowl and added a little coriander, stirred it with a spoon, then bowed his head and took a sip.

He just drank that bowl, Shen Xian was a little embarrassed, his hands and feet were sweating a little from the heat of the room, his throat slid up and down, but he didn't know what to say.

"Is it good?" The city lord is still unconscious, and he still thinks that they are children, and it's okay to drink a bowl with each other: "Your aunt got up early this morning to boil it. Is it delicious?"

The madam also laughed, "It's been two hours."

Zhou Mingchao lowered his head and took another sip, which would be a real smile: "It's delicious."

Shen Xian: "..."

Gee!

The author has something to say:

At the dinner party last night, there was really sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, which was so sweet and greasy, but for my leisure, I still ate two pieces.

Winter is to drink mutton soup!Is there anyone who doesn't eat coriander star.