I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 248 Poetry Recitation on New Year's Eve Consummation

  Baicaoshi went to get the bowls and chopsticks, put them in front of Emperor Yanwu, and poured another glass of wine for him.

  Actually, Emperor Yanwu was not used to it. He is a majestic emperor, how can anyone sit at the same table? But today he is a micro-service, and he does not intend to reveal his identity, and he is a friend who came uninvited, and it is not easy to expel Zhe Yu.

   If you are not a friend, how can you have the right to eat and drink with Oriyu?

   Before eating, Emperor Yanwu saw two red envelopes on the table with the word "Fu" written upside down, and he became curious: "What are these?"

   As soon as the words fell, Li Jianping had already put his red envelope into his breast pocket, acting like a proper citizen, as if he was afraid of being robbed.

  Baicaoshi explained, "This is a red envelope, which is used to celebrate the new year. If you suppress the evil spirits, you can spend the year in peace."

  It can suppress evil spirits, so it must be a safe talisman, right? It was a red envelope again, and the meaning was so auspicious. Emperor Yanwu also wanted to win a lottery, so he looked at Zhe Yu and Baicaoshi, and stretched out his hand.

   Zhe Yu didn't look at Emperor Yan Wu, but he picked a piece of roast duck for Baicaoshi. "After a hard day, eat."

  Baicaoshi is very tangled, should I give it or not? This emperor is also true, taking advantage of everything.

  She secretly took out another giant red envelope, pinching the opposite corner of the red envelope with her fingers. This was originally given to Zhe Yu by her, and it was called "Love's Pocket Money" for the husband.

   Two hands to catch.

  One belonged to Emperor Yanwu, and the other belonged to Zhe Yu.

   "You have a righteous spirit, and evil spirits don't dare to approach you, so you don't need to be suppressed." Zhe Yu said casually.

  Emperor Yan Wu did not let go, and was stubborn.

  Baicaoshi looked at Zheyu, her eyes could speak.

  Zhe Yu then let go, allowing Emperor Yanwu to happily take the red envelope, and imitated the sword and packed it on his chest.

  Dou An stood aside, almost ashamed to watch.

  Emperor Yanwu continued to observe carefully.

   It stands to reason that eunuchs would have to test dishes for the emperor's meals, but today's occasion is not suitable. There are too many dishes, and he doesn't know what to eat. The most important thing is that the two foodies on the table are extremely fast and windy. They seemed to be masters, and there was a strong wind between the dishes.

   That roast duck is about to bottom out.

  Emperor Yan Wu didn't even think about it, he picked up the chopsticks to fix the country, and picked up the last piece, his face was a bit smug.

  Then, he got the rolling eyes of two people, the ruthless contempt from Zhen Yilou and Li Jianping.

   Baicaoshi had a headache, and Zheyu shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, he had clipped a piece for Baicaoshi in advance.

   "What is this?" Emperor Yanwu asked.

  Zhe Yu replied: "This is Quanjufang Roast Duck. It is even more delicious when served with duck cakes, melon strips, shredded green onions, and noodle sauce."

   As he spoke, he made a demonstration and rolled one for his wife. "Poetry."

  Emperor Yanwu took pictures of gourds and painted ladles, and his eyes lit up after eating. Didn't expect the duck to be so delicious. "What is Quanjufang? How does it compare to the No. 1 Building in the World?"

  It has risen to the level of competitors.

   Baicao Poetry felt sorry for her big red envelope, but it was not a disadvantage if the advertisement reached His Majesty the Emperor. "Quanjufang is from Wanzhou. It specializes in duck dishes. In addition to the roast duck, there are also salted duck and eight-treasure duck."

  Emperor Yanwu was as good as he was, and each tasted a piece, oh so beautiful.

  It feels like the cooks in the imperial dining room can pack up and leave.

   After eating a lot of duck meat, he drank a glass of red yeast rice wine and tasted a few more dishes. It's really green, fat, red and thin, each has its own merits.

  Dou An's cough sounded at the right time. One must know that the royal family banquet will continue after returning to the palace, so one has to save some stomach.

   But Emperor Yanwu was overjoyed and waved his hand, "In the future, the state banquet will be held according to this standard, so that those foreign envoys can also see the beauty of our scenery."

   Baji, a pair of chopsticks fell.

   is Li Jianping.

   "National...state banquet?" Who can set the standard for a state banquet? He looked at Emperor Yanwu suspiciously, this old man whose eyes he rolled his eyes just now, is it too late to retract his eyes now? Believe in your wife, you will have eternal life. He read Baicao Poetry as if asking for help.

  Baicaoshi raised his forehead and said, "I've heard a saying that those who don't know are not guilty, and it's New Year's Eve."

  Emperor Yan Wu put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said to Zhe Yu, "Come out with me."

   Zhe Yu and Emperor Yan Wu walked towards the courtyard.

  The night is silent and the stars are twinkling.

  Emperor Yan Wu asked: "Is this how you spend New Years?"

   Zhe Yu's gaze also fell on the vast sky, life is like a fleeting moment, and now he is racing against time. "I have been married to Shishi for less than a year. Before I met her, I was only accompanied by the night and the lonely star."

   What he said was vast, and when he heard it, he felt sad.

  Emperor Yanwu opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence, "This year, you will have your lovely wife by your side, guests to accompany you, and Zhen."

  Zhe Yu's eyes flashed.

   You are here, what else have you done besides snatching the red envelope that belongs to me? He said: "In life, it is enough to have a confidant."

   One bosom friend is fine, but what do you need so many people for?

  Emperor Yanwu seemed to hear the resentment, and coughed dryly, "There are a lot of things waiting for me in the palace, and I can't stay for long. Zhe Yu, happy New Year's Eve."

  Zhe Yu made a cross-hand salute to Emperor Yanwu, and respectfully sent Emperor Yanwu away.

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  According to modern customs, in addition to this sumptuous meal on New Year’s Eve, we also eat dumplings at night, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and watch the year.

  Baicaoshi wants to give Oruha a ritual-filled New Year's Eve.

   Just as she was preparing the stuffing, Oriha had already boiled hot water. To be precise, he ordered the sharp sword to be burned flat. I ate more than anyone else for the New Year's Eve dinner, so it's time to pay for it.

   "Shishi, after a hard day, go take a bath."

   Today Yubao is so gentle and virtuous.

  Herbal Poetry Star Eyes. She has no principles for Zhe Yu, he said to take a bath first, but bath beans, soap, and a change of clothes are all ready, Zhe Yu didn't leave.

  Baicaoshi was shocked instantly.

   "Yu... Yu Bao, I can do it myself."

   Zhe Yu raised her head, "You used to take care of me when I was sick. Now it's my turn to take care of you."

  How to take care of this? Take care of the mandarin duck bath?

  Baicaoshi fought a cold war, the picture was too beautiful to imagine.

  When she was in a daze, Zhe Yu walked out of the room, and there was a faint smile in the night, "We're both husband and wife, so what's there to be shy about?"

  Who can tell her if this is a fake Oriha? His character design should be the flower of Gaoling.

  Baicaoshi was really tired that day, and a state-level New Year's Eve dinner with the utmost care was very skillful. She was lying in the bathtub and fell asleep without anyone noticing.

  She had a colorful dream. She gave birth to a beautiful fish tail and sank to the bottom of the sea. As far as the eye can see, there are soft seaweeds, green dragonflies and corals. The fish spit bubbles and surrounded her.

  She raised her finger and poked it, and the foam burst.

  She opened her eyes, it was pitch black, her fingers instinctively touched the surrounding things, she should have returned to the bedroom.

   "Poetry?"

  The deep and pleasant voice broke into the eardrum.

  (end of this chapter)