Chapter 51: Home, Mid-Autumn Festival

The competition between Zhao Gui and Mu Lin naturally ended in failure.

Zhao Gui just made a table that could just put a pot in the middle according to Yi Fan's drawings.

But after Mu Lin and the others asked Yi Fan's intentions, they added a stove in the middle of the table to burn charcoal.

This is a matter of right and wrong, and the workmanship is incomparable.

When the table is ready, the family naturally has to serve a hot pot first.

Write the ingredients and various hot pot methods on a piece of paper, hand it over to Chunhua Qiuyue, and then wait for the hot pot.

After learning that this was a new dish, Chunhua carefully hid the note, as if she was afraid that it would be snatched away.

During dinner, the family sat neatly around a large round table, with the hot pot in the middle bubbling, and the whole room was filled with fragrance.

Yi Fan counted for a while, eight boys, plus spring flowers and autumn moon, Chinese language master Wu Meiniang, etiquette master Yang Su, the new Mu brothers, and finally Yi Fan himself, and there were fifteen people. They just sat at two tables.

Yi Fan sat in the main seat, and the Mu brothers had no sense of being an outsider at all. They sat on Yi Fan's left. In their eyes, except Yi Fan, their identities were the most precious, because they were all descendants of the Hundred Schools, and the rest were just ordinary people.

Wu Meiniang and Yang Su sat on Yi Fan's right, and the rest sat with the boys.

No one had eaten hot pot before, and they all looked at Yi Fan.

Yi Fan had no choice but to pick up a piece of mutton, rinse it in the pot, take it out, dip it in some of the prepared sauce, and put it into his mouth.

Although the taste was pretty good, Yi Fan was still not satisfied because there were no chili.

Everyone has learned how to eat, so they are naturally not polite. Under the influence of Yi Fan, these people have lost many rules.

The Musen brothers were a little confused about how to use chopsticks, because they had eaten separately since childhood, and it was a bit embarrassing to see this way of eating.

Yi Fan also wanted to keep the separate meal system at the beginning, not bringing modern shared meals to the Tang Dynasty.

After eating for a while, Yi Fan felt that there was no fun. He cooked three dishes at a time. During the meal, each of them served three dishes in front of him and each of them ate their own food.

Add another one, eat without saying a word, and you will find that no matter how good you taste, it will be like chewing wax.

Although Yi Fan failed to keep the separate meal system, he brought modern public chopsticks to the Tang Dynasty, which means that everyone had two pairs of chopsticks, one for picking up food into his own bowl, and the other for delivering it to his own mouth.

Yi Fan used his pair of public chopsticks to moisten a piece of mutton for the Mu brothers and put it in the bowl in front of them. He signaled them to taste it.

When the two saw that it was Yi Fan for them, they ate it with confidence. If someone else picked up something into their bowl, they might have an attack soon.

Yi Fan is different because Yi Fan is like them, both descendants of the hundred schools of thought.

I remember one time when I was having a meal, there was no one on the table, which was so quiet that you could only hear the sound of chewing food. That scene was too unbearable for Yi Fan, a modern person. Yi Fan picked up a piece of chicken for Yi Yun, and at that time he forgot to use public chopsticks.

Just when Yi Fan felt embarrassed, Yi Yun was very happy to eat the piece of chicken, and he didn't even let go of the bones.

Yi Yun bragged about this for a long time in front of Yi Feng and the others, which resulted in the boy Yi Fan picking up food for him, which boy would ask Yi Fan to use his chopsticks to pick it up.

Later, Yi Fan never picked up any food for anyone, and this incident reminded Yi Fan of his grandmother.

Once, my grandmother picked up a piece of meat for him. Because there were a few hairs on the meat that had not been removed, Yi Fan did not eat the piece of meat in the end.

My mother said that it was because of this, and my grandmother cried very sadly. She said that her grandson had grown up and began to dislike her.

My mother came back and told Yi Fan, and also told a lot about her childhood. Yi Fan didn’t like to eat when she was a child, and her parents had to work and didn’t have time to coax Yi Fan to eat.

Sometimes my mother is in a hurry to go to work, but Yi Fan refuses to eat. When my mother is in a hurry, she will hit Yi Fan a few times.

At this time, it is often the grandmother who takes over the job and asks her mother to go to work, and she comes to feed her grandson.

Yi Fan just ate a bowl of rice and spit it back into the bowl. At this time, grandma would change to another bowl of new rice and feed Yi Fan over and over again. All the rice that Yi Fan vomited into grandma's stomach.

Now Yi Fan wants to eat the dish that his grandmother picks up again. Even if it is full of hair on it, Yi Fan will feel very happy, but this has become a luxury.

I ate hot pot in August and I just sweated a little. This is something that can only be achieved under air conditioning in modern times. I used to hear about global warming on the news, but I didn’t care about it at the time.

It was only in ancient times that I had a deep understanding that the weather had turned colder in the eighth month of the lunar calendar in ancient times. The modern lunar calendar in the eighth month is still the hot summer season.

Yi Fan guessed that the ancient winter must be colder than the modern winter. In this era when there was no cotton on the face, I don’t know how these ancient people spent thousands of years.

After dinner, they went back to their rooms.

"Brother, I don't want to go back anymore. The food here is so delicious, and it's not as good as those old guys staring at it all day long." Mu Sen's words came from the Mu brothers' room.

Mu Lin's voice said, "No, my father and mother will worry about it after a long time."

Mu Sen said indifferently: "What's there to worry about? At worst, we can use the ghost slave to send the news back every once in a while."

Mu Lin was excited when he heard this, "Yes, why did I forget the ghost slave?"

After drinking and eating, Yi Fan walked around the yard to digest food. He accidentally saw Yang Su standing in front of the window of the Mu brothers. Seeing him coming, Yang Su greeted him as if nothing had happened, "You little man hasn't rested yet?"

Yi Fan did not doubt that he was there and said, "It's still early, I'm digesting it outside."

Yang Su didn't ask what digestion meant. She just said perfunctoryly and walked to her room.

Yang Su returned to the room, with her back against the door, patted her towering chest with her hands, and said to herself, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly. I just don't know what this ghost slave is?"

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The full moon shines on August, and it is Mid-Autumn Festival again.

The first Mid-Autumn Festival that Yi Fan came to the Tang Dynasty quietly came, and Yi Fan did not bother to cook any food.

He just brought a recliner just made by the Mu brothers to the pavilion in the yard, carrying a pot of osmanthus wine.

Yi Fan lay on the chair and looked at the bright moon in the sky, drinking osmanthus wine in his mouth.

Yi Fan discovered that the night sky thousands of years ago was really clear, and the craters on the full moon were visible to the naked eye.

Yi Fan was drinking alone here, and the boys didn't dare to disturb him. They didn't know how to arrange this Mid-Autumn Festival.

This made them very anxious.

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