"What are you all doing outside? The kitchen is too busy! Senior brother, please help me check the pot!" Xu Qing suddenly yelled.
Fan Zhiyi laughed and pushed Bing Nandong in: "Hurry up!"
"Brother!" Cen Jun ran over with a plate in each hand.
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously called out: "Be careful!"
"Hehe." Cen Jun laughed heartily, "Don't worry, it's very stable."
He put the plate down and came over to give Fan Zhiyi a hug: "Brother, I haven't seen you for half a year. When I just came back, Sister Xu said you went back to your original courtyard, so I didn't bother you."
"It's so lively! I guess I'm not late." Jinwu held a bamboo hat in his arms and brushed off the falling snow. "Thankfully, you set up the barrier first. These mountains are snowing heavily."
Everyone was there and took their seats. The courtyard hadn't been this lively for a long time.
In the afternoon, Fan Zhiyi suggested eating hot pot, which was warming. Almost all of them had tried it before. They were very surprised when they first saw this kind of dish. After eating it, they all praised it. However, Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong could not eat spicy food very well, so Fan Zhiyi specially drew the blueprint of the shuangyuan hot pot to make it, which came in handy tonight.
In addition to hot pot, there are also several stir-fried dishes, each of which is exquisite in style and rich in color. They look festive and delicious.
Fan Zhiyi sat next to Bing Nandong and nudged his elbow: "Where are Lin Taiyin and Lin Juewan?"
Bing Nandong prepared some hot pot for Fan Zhiyi: "They said that Fusha Sect cannot leave. We should find time to come another day."
Since everything was almost over, Bing Nandong gradually retired, Xu Qing became the new leader of Tianyun Sect, and Fusha Sect was handed over to Lin Taiyin and his sister to manage. Now I will go to the ghost town from time to time to check, and if there is a suitable one, I will choose to help with the salvation.
Zhuang Yujing moved his chopsticks and said, "Zhuang Shan can't escape from the ghost gate. Pick up some food for him and send it to Bing Nandong."
"It has been prepared long ago. He has a separate pot for him." Fan Zhiyi said.
The meal was warm and there was wine on the table, the fashionable plum wine.
Bing Nandong suddenly remembered that Fan Zhiyi had a low alcohol tolerance. Just as he was about to remind him to drink less, he saw the person next to him holding the wine glass and gulping it down, sighing with great satisfaction.
Bing Nandong changed his mind instantly and raised his lips: "Another drink?"
Fan Zhiyi smiled even more brightly, nodded, and raised his glass.
Cen Jun pulled Fan Zhiyi and said, "Brother, drink less. You will feel uncomfortable if you are drunk. We still have to stay up all night to celebrate the New Year."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi lowered his head, then straightened his back, took out a red envelope from his pocket and solemnly placed it in Cen Jun's hand, "Cen Jun, Happy New Year!"
"Brother, this is for me!"
Cen Jun accepted it with great joy and wanted to give Fan Zhiyi a hug, but Bing Nandong pulled Fan Zhiyi back, leaving Cen Jun empty-handed. "What about me?"
Fan Zhiyi frowned: "You are not younger than me."
"But you are also my master. It doesn't make sense for you to give it to Mr. Cen and not to me."
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong for a long time and felt that there was some truth in what he said.
Xu Qing sighed aside: "Senior brother, you are really good at coaxing people."
Jinwu echoed: "Southern winter has always been like this."
Zhuang Yujing snorted, feeling completely ashamed: "You're already a grown man, and you're still not ashamed."
Fan Zhiyi generously took off his Qiankun bag and handed it to Bing Nandong. He leaned in close and whispered, "It's all yours. You have more. I won't be angry."
Bing Nandong was sure that this person was drunk: "Are you sure? This contains your favorite spiritual stone. Don't blame me when you wake up."
Fan Zhiyi nodded: "I like you the most."
Bing Nandong's heart moved, but before he could say anything, Fan Zhiyi fainted the next second.
Bing Nandong immediately caught him: "I'll take him to his room to lie down."
Zhuang Yujing pretended to be extremely annoyed: "Stop being so annoying, go away!"
Xu Qing said considerately, "Luckily, I've prepared some hangover soup. I'll go get it."
"It's okay, just eat your food." Bing Nandong picked the person up and said, "I'll take care of him. You can yell when the fireworks are set off later."
Bing Nandong brought the man back to the room and brought back a bowl of sobering soup. He found Fan Zhiyi sitting on the bed blankly, staring at one place, as if in a daze.
He walked over and sat next to her: "What are you thinking about?"
Fan Zhiyi turned his head and stared at him, blinking.
He looked quite drunk. Bing Nandong put down the sobering soup and called him, "Zhi Yi."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi nodded seriously.
Bing Nandong pointed at himself and asked, "Can you still recognize me?"
Fan Zhiyi stared at him, then immediately held him in his arms, letting Bing Nandong press against his chest: "Mine."
Bing Nandong smiled, and Fan Zhiyi immediately let him go, pushed him, and looked for something on his body. Bing Nandong asked him, and he said, "Looking for a gift for Nandong."
"What is it?"
"He lacks nothing."
"I like everything you give me."
Fan Zhiyi ignored him and continued searching. Then, as if suddenly enlightened, he recited a few mantras, and the red rope connecting the two of them suddenly appeared again. Fan Zhiyi grabbed the red rope and handed it to Bing Nandong: "Here."
Bing Nandong didn't know what he wanted to do, so he did as he was told. Then Fan Zhiyi tied his wrists with red ropes, looked up at Bing Nandong, and Bing Nandong also looked at him.
Fan Zhiyi seemed distressed. After thinking for a while, he said, "We haven't gotten married yet. Let's choose a date to get married this year."
Bing Nandong's fingertips trembled for a moment, he narrowed his eyes, and pulled hard with his hands. The rope tightened and Fan Zhiyi fell into Bing Nandong's arms. Bing Nandong grabbed the man's waist and picked him up and put him on his lap, facing him. He could smell the sweet scent of plum wine in Fan Zhiyi's breath.
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