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In just such a short time, Yi Yan saw several people bringing incense into the incense burner, but the gap in the incense burner was too small and could not be inserted at all.
This makes many people very anxious.
"Sacrifice to [Yixiao Daotianjun]. According to legend, in order to protect Liyue, this immortal sawed off his antlers to support the collapsing Tianheng Mountain."
"This Xiaolan is made based on its appearance!"
As Xiang Ling spoke, she also took out many carefully plated dishes from the box at her feet and carefully placed them on the table.
"That's it." Yi Yan nodded. Faintly, he felt that something was wrong.
Xiang Ling seems to have said that this giant statue of the Sky-moving Master Tian Tian is both a sky lantern and a firework.
Isn't it a little bad to send people up to the sky to explode?
But soon Ember stopped caring. If Yixiao Dao Tianzhen is really like Xiang Ling said, he probably won't care about anything.
After bidding farewell to Xiangling, Ember continued to move around.
People seemed to be out and about throughout the day. Soon, he saw a familiar figure again.
"Take a look, take a look. Take the calligraphy treasure used by everyone to ward off evil spirits, take it back and stick it on it to ensure that you will be safe and sound for a year, and evil spirits will not be able to get in!"
A bit like a charlatan's hawking sound was heard, and Yi Yan came over to take a look. It turned out that it was Xingqiu and Chongyun who were helping to write the couplets.
"You two, or do you want to exorcise everyone?"
"Of course, Chongyun, the whole job!"
There was no shyness on Xingqiu's face. He patted Chongyun on the back and asked him to show his hands.
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Chongyun put down the brush in his hand and puffed out a puff of flame.
"Good! Wonderful!"
"Wonderful, you have such abilities at such a young age!"
"another one!"
……
The applause came one after another, it was so lively. Although everyone does not believe that Xingqiu and Chongyun are the so-called "exorcists", they just want to have fun during the Hai Lantern Festival.
"Come on, come on, you two evil exorcists, write a couplet for me." Someone from the crowd of onlookers soon came out. As he spoke, he handed Xingqiu and Chongyun a bag of mola.
"Today, during the Hai Lantern Festival, I will write couplets for you for free, without charge." Xingqiu sent Maura back, and then muttered something:
"The spring breeze brings warmth to welcome the new year, and fireworks bloom to celebrate the festival. Chongyun, this is it, write!"
"Wait, slow down!"
Xingqiu read it, Chongyun wrote it, and soon a brand new couplet came out.
The couplets are good or bad, but the handwriting is really pleasing to the eye. You can tell at a glance that the person who wrote the couplets has practiced it.
This is also true. Chongyun started practicing calligraphy at a very young age. After all, writing talismans and spells requires the use of a brush.
"Okay! I'm good at it!" When the man saw it, he was also happy. He immediately accepted the couplet and started to admire it.
Ember saw it and left thoughtfully.
Everyone seems to be very busy during the Hai Lantern Festival. This kind of busyness is not the kind of labor at work, but the kind of "busyness" of doing something you like.
Looking at the oncoming crowd, Yu Ember felt that they should all have their own purposes. Either shopping for new year's goods, looking for friends, or thinking about showing off one's talents.
Touching his chin, Yi Yan felt that he had finally caught up with a festival. Should he do something to get into the festival atmosphere?
Chapter 396 Real cooking skills
2024-01-05
The closer we get to the Hai Lantern Festival, the faster time passes. This is especially true on the day of Hai Lantern Festival.
But it's obvious that the people in Liyue don't care about this. It is always better to let time pass in happiness than to live in boredom and depression.
Darkness fell silently between heaven and earth, but when the black curtain extended to the port city, it stopped its march forward.
Because the lights in the city are enough to dispel all the incoming darkness.
The bustling crowds on the street also noticed the arrival of darkness. They all looked up excitedly, and what caught everyone's eyes was a round bright moon.
The first full moon night of the new year also means the arrival of the Hai Lantern Festival.
"Happy New Year, wonderful New Year, croaking New Year!"
In the private room of Xinyuexuan, the Purity Hall is holding its annual poetry recital meeting again.
Of course, generally speaking, this is the stage for Hall Master Hu alone, and the other people in the Rebirth Hall will only echo the Hall Master below.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
"The hall master seems not to have grown taller this year."
……
Every sound of praise is always mixed with other sounds that have nothing to do with "poetry", but no one cares about it.
The night of the Hai Lantern Festival is mainly for fun.
"It's a new year. I guess this is one of the few New Years that I can always remember."
Zhong Li looked at the employees of the Hall of Life who were messing around with Hu Tao in the distance and said with emotion.
He has experienced the Lantern Festival thousands of times at least, and few have left such a deep impression on him as this one.
This year, so much has happened.
"Is this the Hai Lantern Festival?" Ruo Tuo sat next to Zhong Li. He turned to look at the lively crowd outside the window. Dots of light swayed on the transparent glass, making people feel relaxed and lazy.
From time to time, vague explosions sounded outside, reminding the relaxed people, and seemed to tempt them to join this carnival feast.
Peace and excitement exist so harmoniously in the same day.
"This is the Sea Lantern Festival." Zhong Li took a sip of tea, but he didn't taste anything because his mind was also attracted by the scenery outside.
……
On the night of the Hai Lantern Festival, many people are enjoying the moment of reunion at their homes, but more people will go out to witness the most prosperous moment of the year in Liyue.
"This! This! I want this!"
"You haven't finished chewing the rice cake in your mouth~"
"This! I want this Xiaolan too!"
"With so many lanterns, aren't you afraid that you will be taken away?"
In the bustling streets, two figures, one silver and one gold, were walking back and forth.
Ying carried large and small bags and chased Paimon who was flying around. However, as soon as she walked to one place, Paimon would be attracted by the next novel thing.
This is not Paimon's fault, because Liyue during the Hai Lantern Festival is enough to attract anyone.
Liyue is brightly lit during the Hai Lantern Festival. Every street is hung with red lanterns, emitting a warm light. Even the chill of late winter is dispelled by the flames of the lanterns.
People in Liyue wore costumes that were completely different from those in the past. They were walking on the streets in an endless stream, with laughter and blessings coming and going. It's as if I want to show off my best form of the year.
The streets are lined with food stalls, and the tempting fragrance wafts from them. The delicacies such as candied haws, fried rice cakes, roasted sweet potatoes, etc. are all mouth-watering.
The sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers could be heard in the distance, making it very lively. The children waved various styles of lanterns in their hands and played with singing and dancing.
They shuttled among the crowd, looking exactly like Pamon, but one was in the sky and the other was underground.
The entire Liyue was filled with an atmosphere of joy and celebration, and everyone was immersed in the joy of happiness and reunion.
Ying carrying big and small bags is strange, and Paimon dancing excitedly is also strange, but in the Sea of Lantern Festival, they are just one of countless ordinary people.
Looking at the scene in front of her, she felt excited, but there was an inexplicable feeling of sadness in her heart.
How nice it would be if my brother Kong was here too? Ying couldn't help but think so in her heart.
"Hey! Ying, what are you doing? Come here!" Paimon saw Ying standing there in a daze and couldn't help but call out loudly.
Paimon's shout brought Ying back from her sadness. The heat wave caused by the abortion hit her face, dispelling all the sadness in her heart.
"Here we come!" Holding the big and small bags in her hands, Ying waved to Paimon, and then immediately ran over.
Now that we know that Sora still exists in this world, there is nothing to worry about.
After all, if we really want to talk about strength, she is stronger than Kong, but now her strength is lost.
When the strength is restored, he will bring Sora back.
……
"Gulu! Guru!"
In the courtyard with a strange purple light shining at the door, Yi Yan and Mengt were sitting looking at each other.
A bonfire was set up between the two of them. Above the hot pot is a slightly swaying iron pot.
The soup in the iron pot was boiling, and the milky-brown thick soup was surging, with bubbles popping up from time to time.
The bubbles burst and the aroma contained within them spreads. It makes people feel like their index fingers are moving.
"Come on, come on, I think it's ready." He took a wooden bowl from the wooden table next to him and filled it up with embers.
"Try it. I haven't done it for a long time. It may taste weird and a little strange, but it shouldn't be much different."
Ember carefully handed the soup in his hand to Mengt.
Taking the wooden bowl which was a little too small for him, Menggert stared at the thick soup in the bowl and swallowed involuntarily.
The soup looks normal, milky brown. It exudes an alluring aroma, as if telling people about its delicious taste.
Looking closely, this bowl of thick soup looks like an oil painting, with its natural milky brown color exuding an alluring luster. On the surface, a layer of golden oil slick shimmered with an inexplicable luster, reflecting Mengt's tangled face.
Even though the soup looked like that, Menggert was still very aware of Ember's cooking skills.
He didn't know if he could bear it.
Feeling the gaze from Ember, Menggert no longer hesitated. He gritted his teeth and drank.
If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.