"You all listened, there was no New Year's Eve dinner at the restaurant. Dad asked me to come and let you feel like home!"

At the temporary meeting, Lin Pingping tyrannically put his hips on his hips and interrupted Zheng Qingming's defense. The fierce and domineering: "We will make our own New Year's Eve dinner today, and I will take care of it!"

Everyone who attended the meeting looked at each other and looked at Zhang Huan together, as if he was the one who called everyone to listen to Lin Pingping's speech.

Especially Zheng Qingming, he was going to Tianxianglou to support Shisanniang tonight, so how could he stay at home? He first shouted: "Frying pan, don't make trouble. You can't let everyone eat fried eggs for the New Year's Eve dinner!"

Zhang Huan next to him smiled bitterly and touched his nose. Pingping looked for him just now, but said that his master had something to explain to everyone, why it turned into the arrangement of the New Year’s Eve dinner. He had to object, but Zheng Qingming was anxious and reminded him instead, and then laughed and said, "Maybe Pingping returned to Shu and practiced his cooking skills. Qingming, that's the taste of your hometown! Today, everyone will follow Pingping!"

After Zhang Huan said something, Zheng Qingming didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to mutter in a low voice: "I can't eat anything in Shu restaurant, I just want to eat her."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Lin Pingping nodded with satisfaction and began to issue orders: "You guys go out to buy vegetables, Qiaoqiao stays to help me."

"Pingping, what about me?" Uncle Lin San smiled beside him with a saliva and said, "I am an elder, so I should enjoy the blessings!"

"I think beautifully!" Lin Pingping curled his lips, "It's your business to chop firewood to make fire, carry water, and clean the yard..."

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There are markets in every shop in the Tang Dynasty, which is equivalent to the hypermarket and farmers' market in later generations. It is rich in goods and everything is available. But today is New Year's Eve, and the market is deserted. Every household has already prepared chicken, duck, fish, dried fruits, pine nuts, etc., and the fresh vegetables are not affordable to ordinary people. Those who can afford them will not come here. Therefore, most small shops have been closed, and only a few small shops with bad markets insist on opening.

Soon, Zhang Huan and the others bought a bunch of dried meat and smoked legs, bought a few fish, caught a few chickens, yam, cabbage and the like, and then quickly returned to the inn.

As soon as he entered the yard, everyone was stunned for a moment. Uncle Lin San stood quietly in the yard with a long and shining sword. There were several long and short bowls of thick dry firewood around him. He suddenly shouted softly, and everyone felt a flash in front of him. Uncle Lin San suddenly returned to his original state, and each firewood was split into five neat petals, scattered and fell to the ground like flowers blooming.

"Okay!" Everyone applauded and cheered, and after the cheers, they laughed, "Uncle San, you must be the one who kills chickens and fish!"

"A bunch of bad guys!" Lin Deqi looked stern and put on an airs of an elder, saying, "Shibalang go and carry the water! Fatty Zheng and Song Dajiao sweep the yard, as for you!" He pointed to his nephew Lin Zhiyu, "How can you do without the power to tie a chicken? Kill me the chicken!"

"Haha! You're back." Lin Pingping walked out of the room leisurely, and saw a cup of tea in her left hand and a fan in her right hand. She was so confused. When she lowered her head and saw the ground covered with firewood, she couldn't help but frown: "Uncle San, have you not started a fire yet? Why don't you go quickly?"

"You dead girl, you will only be able to use others and do nothing by yourself." Lin Qiaoqiao appeared at the kitchen door. She was holding a piece of old ginger in her hand. She was shaving halfway through the spicy smell, and she choked her face with her sleeves and called her husband, "Zhao Lang, take a towel for me to wipe my eyes."

Zhao Yan agreed and hurried back to the house to get the towel. At this time, Lin Pingping issued another order, "You big men will only help you, go out! Go out! Come back during meals."

Everyone agreed and turned around and walked outward. Lin Deqi laughed and withdrew his sword and followed him out, but Lin Pingping caught him, "Uncle San, you don't count!"

"Pingping, just spare Uncle San!"

"No! The fire is not born, the water is not loaded, the ground is not swept, and these two chickens are taken to slaughter them... No sword is allowed!"

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"Sister! Is this sugar or salt? Come and try it... Uncle San! Come and wash the pot..."

"Sister!...... bring me the stir-frying shovel......"

"Uncle San, why haven't you started a fire yet?"

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The streets are particularly lively, and most of them are the men who come out to stroll. Everyone looks leisurely, but the snow on the road is trampled so you should be careful when walking. There are also idle people sitting in a teahouse directly opposite Dongshi. A few dishes of snacks and a pot of tea can pass this leisurely afternoon.

Zhang Huan and a group of people sat by the window on the third floor. Everyone was relaxed and chatting about the spring boudoir that will be held in five days. Zheng Qingming took a sip of tea and looked knowledgeable. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know that Chang'an Funeral has already opened several model models for the top three this year. The main differences are the second and Tanhua, and the top scholar are the same."

"Isn't the top scholar Chu Wei?"

Zhao Yan curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I don't know the name in the exam, of course it's him. Do you still need to ask?"

"But Chu Wei is indeed very talented and has excellent poetry and prose writing, which has nothing to do with the identity of his legitimate son of a noble family."

This sentence came from the neighbor's seat. Everyone looked back and saw a scholar standing up at the neighbor's seat. His skin was dark, comparable to Zhang Huan. He stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Huangong and smiled: "Han Yu, a native of Heyang County, is also participating in the imperial examination this year."

Zhang Huan also hurriedly stood up and said, "In Xiahedong Zhang Huan, these are all my friends, and they are all scholars this year."

Seeing that Han Yu was just alone, he pulled a cushion and smiled: "Brother Han, come and sit together!"

Han Yu was not polite either. He smiled happily, took his pastry and teacup, squeezed and sat next to Zhang Huan, and said, "I was admitted to Guangling Academy next few years ago and happened to be classmates with Chu Wei, so I know a lot about his situation."

"Oh! So you are from Guangling Academy." Zhao Yan's face became cold when he heard that he was from Guangling Academy. That day, he accompanied his wife to Ci'en Temple to fulfill his wish. He met Chu Wei. He was very disgusted with his arrogance and domineeringness, so he hated Wu Jiwu, and even Guangling Academy didn't like it anymore.

"Zhao Yan!" Zhang Huan winked at him urgently, and Zhao Yan lowered his head and stopped talking. Zhang Huan apologized to Han Yu, and said, "I am not surprised that Chu Wei can win the top scholar. He is the eldest son of the Chu family, which is indeed the most important factor. This is undeniable. Although others are a little arrogant, they have no bad records. Therefore, the examiner will not criticize him. However, the second and Tanhualang are the only ones who have to rely on their true abilities."

Han Yu nodded silently, "Maybe! Nearly 100,000 scholars participated in the imperial examination this year, and there were so many talents in it, how could I know it all!"

Lin Zhiyu, who was standing beside him, thought that there were 100,000 scholars to participate in the imperial examination, and there were only a hundred people recorded. He was anxious and wanted to review the lessons he had learned. He hurriedly said, "Get rid of the disease, it's getting late, so we might as well go back!"

Zhang Huan looked at the sky and smiled and said, "Okay, let's go back and taste ordinary dishes."

He stood up, bowed to Han Yu and smiled, "Brother Han, if you are destined to be together, we will see you again in the future."

Han Yu also quickly stood up and smiled and said, "Then I wish you all the Golden List High School."

"I wish Brother Han a high school too!" Everyone knew the tea money and went straight back to the inn.

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The yard was very quiet. I could not hear the laughter of their sisters and the sorrow of my third uncle, nor could I smell the fragrance of coriander. Instead, a strong burnt smell floated in the yard, and water was everywhere on the ground. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and an unknown premonition surged into my heart.

"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao!" Zhao Yan called his wife a few times, but she did not agree.

"My sister took Uncle San to buy clothes and would come back later." A plain smile appeared in the kitchen. Seeing Zhang Huan a little confused, she hesitated and explained: "Uncle San accidentally lit the firewood pile next to her when he was making a fire. He asked me to get water soon, but when I was nervous, it turned into oil...."

"Oh! So, isn't this burnt taste broken?"

"How could it be! I've prepared the New Year's Eve dinner, but I've made it by myself! I'll bring it to you guys."

After Lin Pingping finished speaking, she ran back to the kitchen with a smile. Zhang Huan was still a little worried, so she caught up and asked, "Pingping, do you want to help?"

"No! No!" Lin Pingping pushed Zhang Huan out with great force, "You are a man, how can you enter the kitchen? Let's sit down!"

"Don't get rid of the disease, I always feel something is wrong?" Lin Zhiyu next to him knew this girl really well and asked with some worry.

"What's wrong!"

Zhao Yan glared and said, "Who changes from a young age, will the ordinary girl change? In the face of getting rid of the disease, don't say anything ordinary is not."

Everyone suddenly realized, looked at Zhang Huan meaningfully, and all shouted, "Yes! Yes! We must taste Ping Dao today... No! That Ping girl's cooking skills, cure diseases, and... don't you think so?"

"Stop pretending to be a ghost for me, everyone will sit down!" Zhang Huan smiled and slapped Zheng Qingming on the scalp, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh! We forgot to buy wine."

"It's okay, my sister said she bought it when she comes back, hey! Who will help me?" Lin Pingping struggled to bring in a big soup pot.

Song Lianyu, who was sitting at the door, hurriedly took the big soup pot and placed it on the table. Lin Pingping assigned bowls and chopsticks to each person, uncovered the lid of the soup pot, and said with a smile: "Everyone, start eating!"

All the five people present looked at each other, and Zhao Yan finally couldn't help asking, "Pingping, is this the only dish?"

"Yes! This is the mixed soup I learned in Shuzhong." She took Zhang Huan's bowl and filled it with a large bowl. She then took a chicken leg and a fish in his bowl, and looked at him expectantly and said, "Zhang Shiba, try it!"

At this time, Zhang Huan felt that his thighs and insteps were pinched hard at the same time. Zhao Yan shook his fists secretly. Zhang Huan smiled, picked up the bowl and took a sip, and his eyebrows and eyes stretched out, "Not bad! Not bad! Very delicious. I didn't expect Pingping to have this trick."

"Is that right?" Everyone didn't eat lunch, and they were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. They picked up spoons to scoop the soup. However, Zhang Huan picked up the soup and said, "Without wine, everyone should use the soup as wine, and everyone should make a bowl!"

Zheng Qingming, who was anxious to drink, had to stop hearing this. When everyone scooped it up, Zhang Huan picked up the soup and smiled and said, "For the New Year, everyone has done it."

"Damn!" Everyone was so excited that they drank it in one gulp. Zhang Huan smiled and stopped the soup bowl to his mouth. The room was silent. Everyone's face was strange. Suddenly, Zheng Qingming jumped up, covered his mouth with one hand and rushed outside with his neck jammed.

Immediately afterwards, the other three also looked painful, and covered their mouths in a very embarrassing manner and ran outward. Only Zhang Huan touched his chin and smiled.

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Chapter completed!