To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 27 About Drinking

   "Fake?" Hong Dou stroked his chest and let out a sigh of relief, "The maid can rest assured."

  It's not a problem for a girl to forge a letter, as long as no shameless little hoof competes with her for favor.

  The corners of Luo Sheng's mouth twitched slightly.

  When she was the Princess of Qingyang, she had four maids, all of whom were outstanding and capable, but they were not as unique as Hongdou.

  But such a unique style is just right for her.

   Thinking of this, Luo Sheng fell silent again.

  The building has collapsed, and her four maids are probably gone. What is the situation of the relatives she cares about the most?

  These are the reasons why she is eager to get out of Jinsha, and there is no more logical opportunity than returning to Beijing to find out.

   For this reason, there is naturally no hesitation in forging a letter from Governor Luo.

  The small courtyard where Luo Sheng lived was shrouded in quiet night, but the octagonal gazebo was bustling with activity.

   "Second brother, you are a bully, why should I send cousin Luo?" Sheng Sanlang sat on the horse with a golden knife, very dissatisfied with Sheng Erlang's proposal.

  Sheng Erlang shook the folding fan with a smile: "You can't let the fourth brother give it to you? You are tall and tall, just right."

  Sheng Shiro is not yet fifteen years old, so he can only be considered a half-old child.

   "I can actually give it to my cousin." Sheng Shilang heard Sheng Erlang's words, but he was a little eager to try.

  He has never traveled a long way since he grew up, let alone the bustling capital city, so it would not be a disadvantage to give Cousin Luo a gift for this.

   "Don't even think about it." Sheng Erlang knocked on Sheng Shiro's head with a folding fan, but kept his eyes on Sheng Saburo.

  Sheng Sanlang curled his lips: "It's not like there is only the fourth brother left besides me. Can't the eldest brother and the second brother be given away?"

  Sheng Dalang coughed lightly with his fist on his lips: "Qiu Wei is coming soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

   "Yes, my eldest brother and I are going to participate in Qiu Wei, and we can't leave."

At this time, Sheng Sanlang's brain came to light: "As the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. The eldest brother and the second brother just took the opportunity to send cousin Luo to Beijing to have a look. It can be regarded as getting acquainted with the spring next year. "

   This is very pleasing to say, you can only talk about Chun Wei after Qiu Wei, and the triennial Qiu Wei is not so easy.

  Sheng Erlang's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "It's better to draw lots."

   "Okay, let's draw lots!" Sheng Shiro was the first to agree.

   "Go aside."

  A moment later, Sheng Sanlang let out a sad cry: "Why is it always me who is unlucky!"

  Sheng Dalang and Sheng Erlang smiled and cupped their hands at Sheng Saburo: "The safety of my cousin is left to my third brother."

   Then Ri Sheng Saburo offered to send Luo Sheng to Beijing, and got a nod of approval from Mrs. Sheng, and was called away by the second wife as soon as he left Funing Hall.

   According to legend, the second wife who closed the door chased the third son with a feather duster and ran away with his head in his arms.

   "Cousin and the others are not happy?" Luo Chen sat at the table, his black jewel-like eyes getting darker and darker.

  Fu Song shrank his neck.

  Based on intuition, the young master got angry.

  Although he is a servant of the Sheng Mansion, his heart has long since been sidelined after serving Luo Chen for so many years, so he hurriedly told the news he found out: "I heard what the third son accidentally revealed, it seems to be drawn by lottery..."

  Luo Chen pursed his lips, and then asked: "When will she leave?"

  Being angry, he didn't ask Luo Sheng.

   "Her?" Fu Song was stunned for a moment.

  Luo Chen's face turned dark, and he reluctantly uttered three words: "My sister!"

   Fu Song came to a sudden: "Uh, you ask the cousin girl, it is said that she will leave tomorrow, and everyone has started to pack things over there."

  Luo Chenku sat for a while, and ordered: "Go and tell her, fix a table for me tonight."

  Fu Song glanced at Luo Chen curiously.

   This is the first time that the young master has spoken on his own initiative. In the past, the cousin gave him whatever he wanted to eat.

   After all, everything delivered is delicious!

  Fu Song swallowed conditioned reflex, and went to Luo Sheng to deliver a message.

   Fix a table of dishes?

  After hearing Luo Chen's request, Luo Sheng agreed without hesitation.

  She will leave Jinsha tomorrow, and it is not too much to satisfy her brother's small request.

   After pondering for a while, Luo Sheng thought about the dishes to cook, and ordered Hongdou to start preparing the ingredients.

  As the sun moved westward, the four of Sheng Dalang received Luo Chen's invitation to drink.

  The four brothers came to Luo Chen's residence together, and when they entered the courtyard, they saw Luo Chen waiting beside a clump of green bamboos.

  Sheng Erlang smiled and said: "Your cousin is too polite, why did you think of inviting us to drink?"

  Luo Chen made a gesture of invitation from inside, and said with a faint smile: "Tomorrow, my sister will travel far away, and I will trouble my third cousin to take care of me along the way. Today, I invite a few cousins ​​to have a drink and chat to express my gratitude."

  Sheng Erlang smiled slightly, and exchanged glances with Sheng Dalang.

   Since when did my cousin become so interested in Cousin Luo?

  Sheng Saburo didn't think much about it, put his arm around Luo Chen's shoulder and said with a smile: "Then I want to eat and drink well today, and I won't be so comfortable when I go out."

   The flower hall has already set up a meal, and the few people can smell the fragrance as soon as they step in.

   "What dish is so delicious?" Sheng Saburo moved his nose.

   "Several cousins ​​sit down."

  The four of Sheng Dalang sat down, took the towel from the servant to clean his hands, and involuntarily aimed his eyes at the dining table.

   It's not because they couldn't wait, it's because the fragrance is so attractive.

  The overbearing aroma of fried chili mixed with Chinese prickly ash stimulates their sense of smell and makes people salivate unconsciously.

  Luo Chen smiled, and personally lifted the lid of one of the shallow porcelain pots. Inside, a whole fish was soaked in bright red oil, and bright red peppers and emerald green scallions were scattered scattered on it.

  After seeing this dish, Sheng Dalang and the others felt that they had failed their expectations.

   Jinsha is located in the south. Fish is a common dish on the dinner table. It is not easy to make it outstanding. What's more, this dish is full of fish, which may be difficult to taste.

  Luo Chen had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "How about a few cousins ​​to taste this fish?"

   A few people put a piece of fish into their mouths to save face, and then froze.

  The fish is so tender that the tip of the tongue trembles, but every trace of the fish absorbs the aroma of oil stimulated by chili and pepper.

  Delicious and delicious, these two seemingly opposing strengths are perfectly reflected in this fish.

  Sheng Erlang couldn't help muttering: "This braised fish dish is absolutely amazing..."

  Luo Chen glanced at him with a smile, and corrected: "This is not braised fish, but fried fish."

  Sheng Erlang wanted to discuss this soy pot fish with his little cousin again, but saw the other party's face suddenly changed.

  He looked down and couldn't help being furious: "Third brother, don't you spit out spines when you eat fish?"

  After only two sentences, half the fish was gone!

  After the storm swept away, the dishes on the table were in a mess, but the pot of wine was left untouched.

Sheng Sanlang rubbed his unsatisfied stomach, and Baba asked: "Cousin, where did you order the table? Wuxianzhai or Yipinju? No, no, they can't make this taste there, unless they change it recently. It's the cook."

  The young man glanced at his cousins ​​and said with a smile, "This dish is made by my sister."

  Hehe, he's the only one who dislikes Luo Sheng, and it's no one else's turn.

  (end of this chapter)