There are new things happening on Weibo every day, and they turn around and are replaced by another thing. As the New Year's Eve is approaching, everywhere is booming, and even the negative news is a lot less, probably because of the awe that comes from the heart of this season. It’s just that when countless small workers were waiting to get their wages to go home for the New Year, the news of Huahan’s change of ownership was like a bomb thrown into the crowd. After buzzing in his mind, the long-paced person began to fall into an inexplicable kind. Madness.

Quite a few people surrounded Huahan's head office. Almost all reporters wanted to dig out important events from it. At this time, it is best to go out on a date, without hiding it like a thief. The two of them are well-justified wives and wives. Even if they were secretly photographed together, there was nothing at all, but they couldn't bear the pen with the slightest sense of morality, and they dug out the little things like reading comprehension. All kinds of meanings, and finally returned to the rumor, saying that the plastic relationship between the two of them has been confirmed, and they have been divorced long ago.

Ji Yao can't forget the food in the alley, always thinking about running to the "Spring Banquet" to learn secretly, so that he can give Chang Yu a hand when he returns home. This time when I returned to the originally quiet place, people suddenly swarmed, and Ji Yaoguang was so scared that he took Chang Yu's hand and ran towards all kinds of places. Fortunately, I made second-hand preparations. I copied sunglasses from my coat pocket and put on them, with a triumphant smile on his lips. Ji Yaoguang ran forward a few steps, turned around abruptly and raised both hands, snapping a finger at Chang Yu who had stopped in place.

Chang Yu shook her head and chuckled. She walked to Ji Yaoguang's side in a few steps. The expression hidden by her sunglasses showed some hesitation, and finally reached out her hand to hook Ji Yaoguang's arm. Ji Yaoguang, who was suddenly held by Chang Yu, was taken aback for a moment, and even paused with his footsteps. Then there was ecstasy that could not be concealed. The little man in his heart had already exploded into fireworks, spinning and jumping continuously. The beautiful taste like first love, like returning to the youth. Turning her head to look at Chang Yu's profile, she somewhat hated the big sunglasses. It would be nice if both of them could be invisible in front of other fans, so that they could play freely without losing peace.

The most lively place in the alley is a restaurant called "Zhixinan", and the spring banquet opposite it is deserted and almost nobody patronizes. Even people passing by will point and point, not knowing what they are muttering. When Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu walked in again, they found that the waiters inside were cut by more than half, and there were no guests inside. There was only a woman about thirty years old sitting in a sunny place reading a book. When she heard the footsteps, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with surprise, and after a long while she returned to darkness. Because in her eyes, Chang Yu and the others dress more like visitors.

The woman stood up, pointed to the door and said, "You are here admiringly, right? The person who caught the fire in the live broadcast room is the opposite An Muyu."

Ji Yaoguang raised her eyebrows. There was a strong vitality in the woman's pale expression. There were too many emotions hidden in her pair of eyes, and it was even more difficult to distinguish them one by one. She took off her sunglasses, shook her head at the woman, and smiled lightly: "We didn't go wrong, we just came to the'Spring Banquet'. We tasted it once before and never forget about it."

A touch of joy bloomed on the woman's face, just like a flower blooming quietly under the sun. She lowered her head and seemed more cautious than the guests. After showing a grateful look at Ji Yaoguang, she shouted "Xiao Zhao" in the other direction. A young girl ran out and invited Chang Yu and Ji Yaoguang to the upstairs with excellent lighting. The stools are neatly arranged, and the clean table top is spotless-it seems like there have been no guests for a long time.

At the end of the year, everyone was busy gathering and inviting guests. The house opposite the door was lively and hot, and there was even a long line. It is really strange that this place is deserted and looks like another world. The appearance and taste of the dishes at the Spring Festival Banquet are not bad.

Xiao Zhao, who took them upstairs, is a stubborn temper. From Ji Yaoguang’s face, he can see the doubts. Perhaps they are the only guests who have not come for "this peace of mind" in the past few days. I kept chattering: "The boss on the other side is more trendy. She plays live food, and with a gentle and beautiful face, she has won a large number of fans. Of course, the most important thing is because she has many friends, how is she like us? The boss’s wife is so lonely, she doesn’t have any relatives or friends around her, and no one can help when she is bullied? So what kind of divas, shadow queens, a large number of people help the woman propagandize, get so much without spending a cent If I say I’m not jealous, it’s absolutely false. But our boss’s wife is really gentle, she doesn’t complain at all, there are many things clearly—"

"Zhao Xi."

The girl was interrupted before she finished speaking, and the lady boss who came up with the tea tray smiled apologetically at Ji Yaoguang and the others: "Don't listen to this kid's nonsense, nothing."

"How nonsense!" Zhao Xi rarely found the listener, and retorted unconvincedly. "Look at what that woman said in a food talk show? Then why did Lu Yusheng help her forward it? Help you to abuse! We don’t have any big celebrity friends, so we can’t compare ourselves with the slightest words, so we are deserted and we don’t even have a customer. We are afraid that we will go bankrupt!"

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" The lady boss pulled her face down, but her tone was always gentle, as if the world would not be able to stir up waves even if the world was destroyed. The girl named Zhao Xi is naturally not afraid of her gentle boss, she made a grimace at her and laughed: "You know, don't you just follow fate? I know I want to be a Buddhist girl."

The lady boss held her forehead helplessly, turned her head and smiled softly: "Sorry, I really disturbed you. Have you ordered it?"

"Just set aside Xia Offerings and Shanhai Geng, and another jar of Peach Blossom Wine." Chang Yu pointed to the menu and responded quietly. At the end, I added another sentence, "This wine shouldn't have a high degree, right? Or change it to a sweet bar." She didn't care, I was afraid that Ji Yaoguang would lose consciousness after a few cups.

"Okay." The lady boss smiled softly, ticked a few items on the menu, and took Zhao Xi to the kitchen downstairs. An antique menu was left on the desktop. The names of the dishes on it were very classic. You can only guess one or two by the names on the pictures. When the boss and the others left, Chang Yu thought in a daze. They were standing here waiting to order their own dishes, and they should also be ready to answer the guests' questions.

"I seem to know the reason for the desertedness here." Ji Yao barely supported her chin and responded lazily. The laughter from the restaurant opposite came to their ears along the wind, and the silence in the bustle was nothing bad for them, but for the people who opened the restaurant, it was really doubly desolate.

"Huh? What's the reason?" Zhao Xi had already said what was the reason, but Chang Yu still followed Ji Yaoguang's words.

"If there is no ink in my stomach, I would not dare to enter this restaurant for fear of inferiority." Ji Yaoguang smiled and said, "Look at this poetic name. If you don't read a little book, how can you understand it."

"Isn't the so-called Pixia confession the same as the current hot pot? The ancients have fun. It is recorded in an ancient book that a guy picked up a rabbit in the mountains, but unfortunately there was no chef to follow. Guess what happened in the end, he ordered a stove. Use wine sauce, chili peppers, thin slices, etc. as the sauce, and eat the meat. Some people wrote a poem saying, "Surge in the snow, the wind turns the sunset." When talking about these things, Ji Yaoguang was excited, "We have some more This Shanhai Geng, to put it bluntly, is'Shrimp Fish Bamboo Shoot Fern Soup'. Pick some tender bamboo shoots and fern ferns and pass them in the soup. Then cut the fish and prawns into cubes and steam them in the soup, then add oil and salt sauce. With pepper and other seasonings, make some vermicelli and steam them together."

"Yeah." Chang Yu held back his smile, only thinking that Ji Yaoguang was especially cute. "Seeing you are right, can you be a chef?"

Speaking of this, Ji Yaoguang felt a bit resentful. She glanced at Chang Yu and said: "My cooking skills are actually not bad, but there is no opportunity for performance." For actors, body shape is an important matter. Her diet is relatively strict, and herself, slowly lost in the entertainment industry, and gradually faded from the urge to wash her hands and make soup.

"Well, it's my fault." Chang Yu nodded, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips. "I will give you a chance to perform when I go home." Ji Yaoguang found a considerable part of the books in the study. Strange books, including recipes. In this regard, Chang Yu really has no interest at all. But can those ancient prescriptions really be restored? She had eaten some home-cooked dishes made by Ji Yaoguang, and they tasted good, but she was still suspicious of those ancient recipes. For example, when I was in college, the jar of wine buried under a tree in a certain year failed. Her hobby is to play some wooden gadgets, and Ji Yaoguang is immersed in these weird recipes.

From Chang Yu's eyes, Ji Yaoguang saw her thoughts, and also remembered an old thing. When she got a recipe for green plum wine, she pulled Chang Yu away from everything, and happily ran to the orchard to pick and pick green plums. The process was joyous, and she still remembered being broken by the slanting branches. Clothes-of course, the final result need not be mentioned. After that, she secretly tried several times by herself and finally succeeded. However, the result of being drunk is that Chang Yu will not let her touch the wine again.