Chapter 16 Celebrating the New Year with Ma Yu (Part 1)

　　Ma Yu said, "Isn't this just Jiaozi?" Yang Guo nodded, and said, "Yes, it's dumplings." But he didn't know that the word "Jiaozi" that Ma Yu said had the same pronunciation as the word "Jiaozi" he thought .

　　Ma Yu asked with some doubts: "Why did you bring these dice here?" Yang Guo was startled, and subconsciously said: "Of course it's the Chinese New Year! Don't you eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?" Ma Yu smiled and said: "Who Tell you that you have to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year? You have to eat Hoto during the Chinese New Year."

　　Yang Guo was confused now, and thought, "Grandma, isn't Zhongnan Mountain in the north? Why don't people here eat dumplings during Chinese New Year? What is this Huto?" Since he didn't know, he asked.

　　Ma Yu smiled and explained to him what "Hoto" is. After listening to Ma Yu's explanation, Yang Guo thought for a long time before thinking to himself: "Grandma, isn't this the 'noodle soup' from the previous life?" ? People in the Song Dynasty are so pitiful, they can't even eat dumplings during Chinese New Year!"

　　Yang Guo originally wanted to give Ma Yu a surprise, but he didn't expect his thoughts to be in vain, he rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle Master, this noodle... er, you have been eating this Hoto for so many years, it must be I'm tired of eating, you should change your taste today and try the dumplings I made for you!"

　　Seeing his expectant face, Ma Yu thought to himself: "It's rare to have such filial piety, I really can't go against his will, left and right are just a meal, what does it matter?" She nodded and said: "That's fine, we won't eat Hoto today, but eat the dice you made." He reached out and took a look at a finished raw noodle dumpling, and asked, "After all, this dime is all yours." Do it? When did you learn to do it?"

　　Yang Guo nodded, and said as a matter of course: "Yes, I did all of these. I used to live alone, and no one taught me how to do it, so I had to do it myself. After a few tries, I will be able to master it." Ma Yu's heart ached when he heard this, and he sighed in his heart: "It's hard for him to be a child. He earns a living by himself at a young age."

　　After presenting the dumplings, Yang Guo opened the small sack again, took out a few stalks of green onions, a few stalks of vegetables and a small bag of eggs wrapped in oilcloth, and said, "Uncle Master, save the dumplings for dinner, now it's almost noon, Guo Er will cook a bowl of noodles for you first, this is Guo Er's specialty!"

　　Ma Yu nodded with a smile, and the boy brought Yang Lai to the kitchen. Ma Yu is doing Qingxiu in the back mountain, and it is impossible for someone to deliver three meals a day, so there is also a stove here, and someone will deliver noodles and vegetables every ten days and a half months, and the Taoist boy will do it himself Cook. When everything was ready, Yang Guo showed his skills and started to make lunch.

　　So on New Year's Eve, Yang Lai's first handicraft in the world of sculptures—noodles came out, and he didn't even think about it, how could anyone eat noodles during the Chinese New Year? But Ma Yu didn't care about him, the Taoist boy was happy to be at ease, and Yang Guo was the one to make the decision.

　　Fortunately, Yang Guo's craftsmanship is really not covered. After a lot of work, he brought up three steaming bowls of pure handmade eggs and stewed noodles. The noodles are white, tender and smooth. , full of fragrance.

　　Holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, Yang Guo came to Ma Yu and flattered him, saying, "Master Uncle, please try it." Ma Yu swallowed unconsciously, and smiled, "Okay, it still looks pretty good."

　　It was really embarrassing for Ma Yu, as the head teacher of the Quanzhen Sect, the top Taoist in the world, he didn't even have a decent meal on weekdays, and Yang Guo, the Taoist boy, had experienced cooking skills before, so he really couldn't get up to the level.

　　As soon as Ma Yu moved his chopsticks, Yang Guo and that boy no longer reserved and polite, they picked up the bowls and ate their heads down for a while, there was a sound of "hulu-hulu" eating noodles in the small wooden house, it was very uncomfortable elegant. Of course, the makers of the voices were Yang Guo and that Daotong. Ma Yu was a master of Taoism, and even ate a meal slowly, with a demeanor of a master.

　　A large bowl of noodles looks like a lot, but it tastes very fast, and the three bowls of noodles will soon see the bottom. Ma Yu put down the bowl, and praised: "Yes, it tastes good." Yang Guo was proud of himself, and advised, "I'll make you another bowl later." Ma Yu shook his head and said, "It's not advisable to eat too much rice." , Martial arts practitioners should know how to exercise restraint and not be too greedy in everything."

　　Yang Guo secretly rolled his eyes, thinking: "Isn't it just for a meal? How can you be so particular?" The Taoist licked the corner of his mouth, and the idea of asking for another bowl suddenly died in his womb , the headmaster has already said so, he can't help but wink.

　　Ma Yu enjoyed a meal of the super food of the 21st century, and felt very comfortable physically and mentally. He felt that he should show concern for Yang Guo, so he said, "Guoer, I heard from your Grand Master Hao that you caused a catastrophe yesterday." ? And beat Qing Du hard?"

　　Yang Guo couldn't help slandering himself secretly: "Well, you Hao Datong, I'm just a small shrimp, and I'm worthy of a small report from you as the head teacher?" He had a pitiful look on his face, and called Qu: "Uncle Master, But you don't know that Lu Qingdu is merciless to Guo'er, if you didn't pass on Guo'er's life-saving skills, you would never see Guo'er again!"

　　Ma Yu was taken aback, and asked, "Is it really that serious?" Yang Guo nodded desperately, and replied, "How dare Guoer lie in front of you? If you can't believe it,

You can ask Master Master Hao about everything. Ma Yu nodded and said: "If this is the case, I can't blame you." "

　　Yang Guo didn't want to mention these disappointing things during the New Year, and remembered that there was one thing that hadn't been displayed, so he said: "Uncle Master, I see that you haven't posted couplets here, and it happened that Guoer had nothing to do and wrote two couplets. Comments." Ma Yu couldn't help being very interested, and said: "You still have such skills? Get it quickly! UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com"

　　Yang Guo took out the last unopened wooden box from the wooden box, opened it, took out a pair of folded red paper, and presented it to Ma Yu.

　　Ma Yu took it, stretched out his hand to have a look, couldn't help shaking his head and said with a smile: "The word you is really..." He couldn't help shaking his head again, it seemed that he really couldn't find the right words to describe it . That Daotong turned his head to take a peek, and immediately grinned at the corner of his mouth, with a strange expression, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

　　Yang Guo really blushed this time, how could he write calligraphy? It is good to be able to recognize all traditional Chinese characters, and this is thanks to the result of Huang Rong teaching the Four Books and Five Classics. He was eager to regain the lost face, so he urged: "It doesn't matter if the word is written well or not? The key is to look at the content! Senior uncle, please take a closer look."

　　Ma Yu cast his eyes on the paper again, and whispered softly: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful in winter, and the peaches and plums are fragrant in spring." After pondering for a while, he said: "Well, this pair is good, and the match is very good. It is neat, and the content is quite refreshing, yes, very good, it can be rated as a masterpiece, but is there anything wrong?"

　　"Here it is!" Yang Guo took out a one-chi-long horizontal pair from the wooden box, and handed it to Ma Yu. When Ma Yu saw that it was the word "Happy New Year", he nodded and said, "Although it's a bit more common, it can cover the general idea." Yang Guo laughed and said, "This couple is just for the common people. Who can do it so profoundly?" Understand?" Ma Yu couldn't help but nodded in agreement, and said: "The purpose of writing is to convey the meaning, which makes sense. Didn't you write two words? Take that pair of words too."