I will marry you in a thousand years

A bottle of Fuyuchun that had been stored for twenty years, plus carved plum balls, fragrant cherries, litchi nectar cakes, peach strips, lamb tongue skewers, fried mandarin duck tripe, goose feet stewed in soup, shrimp hoof sashimi, crab soup, stewed oysters, roasted quail jerky, three treasures sashimi, conch crisps, fragrant rush drink and other top dishes, soon filled the entire table. Haozhen looked at the dishes that were so exquisite that they looked like works of art, and he actually felt a kind of respect for the cooking skills of the ancients.

Jiang Kui, Xin Qiji, Lu You and Liu Yixian took turns to sit down, and Haozhen followed closely to the side, folded his hands in front of his face, and pretended to be a careful waiter. Liu Yixian was a casual person. Seeing Hao Zhen standing by, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, little brother, sit down and eat with us. Don't be restrained."

Hao Zhen waved his hands repeatedly: "You are all famous predecessors in the Song Dynasty. How can I be on an equal footing with you?"

Liu Yixian said, "Haha, between us, there are only friends and enemies, no elders and juniors. Put aside those secular ethical ghosts, come on, come on, come together."

Hao Zhen looked at the four easy-going people, and a warm current surged in his heart: "Then, the boy will be unrestrained."

Jiang Kui slapped the table and said, "Hey, that's right. How can those rules and regulations constrain us?"

Hao Zhen opened Fu Yuchun, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose.

Xin Qiji shouted, "Good wine, it is indeed good wine."