Author: Sibai Mama

"You clumsy guy, hurry up! This is a very important celebration! Take your stupid feet faster, hurry up!"

The wine barrel was wearing an apron and shouted at the little chef in the distance.

"Yes, Mr. Wine Barrel!" The oak basin held the peeled potatoes and gasped slightly, speeding up its already running pace.

"Damn it! Run slowly, the dust is in the pot!"

"Yes, Mr. Barrel!"

"Populate it into the pot and stir it constantly." The wine barrel was busy working. He wanted to take out the oyster meat to make soup, but he did not forget to remind his assistant: "If you are lazy, the bottom of the pot will become like a gangster.

The brain is as mushy as it is!"

"Yes, Mr. Wine Barrel!" The oak basin dared not slacken at all.

Everyone is busy in the entire Porcupine Castle.

The little maid is cleaning, and the castle needs a clean day.

The peasant women who are good at making bread are gathered, and they are responsible for preparing the bread for celebration. On this day of celebration, the lord will let everyone have a delicious meal, and everyone praises the merciful lord in their hearts.

After a while, the fragrance filled the air.

Li Qi sniffed.

Although he had been eating white bread, he had to admit that the newly baked black bread was also tempting, especially after he maintained a motionless posture and consumed a lot of physical strength.

"Please don't move!"

In the distance, the painter with an easel was showing him painting.

Glen said that Li Qi should have his own portrait as a porcupine-headed baron, so he asked Qiao to invite a painter, who had wasted an afternoon here for this painting.

"It's good soon"

Finally, after a while, the painter finally stopped writing.

Li Qi walked over and took a look. He was probably one-third of his handsomeness. He grasped the essence, but he didn't look so slimming. Or was the painter's eyes full of beauty, skin and skin slimming face and big eyes?

"It's good to draw" he nodded.

Overall, quite satisfied.

In the evening, the bonfire burned.

People gathered in the newly planned square, a clearing area not far from the Porcupine Castle.

On the temporary wooden platform, Pilit, the son of the bard, stood nervously on the stage. He played the lute qin, and the light sound like the wind made everyone who heard it could not help but look in that direction.

boy.

Pilit gradually relaxed, and he remembered his father's expression when he played the harp, and sometimes he would throw a flying knife in exchange for a burst of exclamations.

After a very long prelude, Pilite sang softly: "Let us raise our wine glasses and toast the past and the future. Under the leadership of the lord, we will eventually overcome hunger and cold. We are not afraid of flames and giant bears, we are not afraid of night and

pirate……"

The content he sang was a porcupine collar, and he was the Lord.

Everyone held up their ears, and it was true that the young bard's voice was still a little nervous, but the melodious strings would soothe everything.

Liqi sat in the chair, with Glen and Joe beside him.

The housekeeper poured wine, and the servant picked up a knife, cut the pie and sent it to the plate in front of each person.

Li Qi found that Ge Lan wanted to speak but stopped. Whenever he had a meal together, Ge Lan would summarize the small problems he had discovered during the day. He was a very excellent government official, but he was too tired. Li Qi was very

I appreciate Gelen's work attitude, but I also consider letting Gelen cultivate several talents and reduce the burden.

After Joe led the craftsmen back, the Porcupine Leader would become busier and busier in the future, and even if Glen was exhausted, he would be busy.

"No need to work hard tonight," he said to Glen: "Enjoy the present."

At the end of the song, Pilit beat the drum, and the cheerful rhythm made people stomp their feet.

Li Qi looked at the maid who was poking his head and eager to try: "Girls, your stage is there, go play."

"Sir," said Sermon, "They should stay here, you need..."

"This celebration belongs to everyone in the Porcupine collar" Liqi said to the maid whose eyes were filled with desire: "Go."

"Yes!" They expressed their gratitude to the baron happily. The little maid looked at the butler proudly. If the lord spoke, the butler had to listen.

The housekeeper remained silent.

The tall maid ran forward with the lively maid two steps.

Then they stopped and looked at the oak basin who was holding the vegetables.

"Is the last dish?" Li Qi asked.

The little chef nodded: "Yes, sir."

She answered a little restrained and timidly.

"Go to play with them," Li Qi said: "Don't worry, I will tell him the other side of the wine barrel."

"Thank you, sir!" The little cook said in surprise. After walking a fast distance for a while, he could no longer hold back and run towards the two maids. The three of them held hands and ran towards the bonfire.

Amid the drums that Pilit beat, he jumped happily.

There were no gorgeous dance postures, no exquisite makeup, and no dazzling long skirts. They were wearing linen maid dresses, and they might have been stained with dust and were not decent, but they were extremely happy at this time.

Soon a teenager was attracted by their happiness, and everyone knew that they were maids of Porcupine Castle, which was a very decent job.

Even the tall maid had a partner to dance with, but the other party was shorter than her.

The laughter and singing in the distance float far away.

It floated into the ears of the slaves.

They had another full meal today, and each one even had a bowl of broth, and the oily flowers floating on the soup noodles were enough to show how delicious the soup was.

After drinking the radish, he quietly left the small minced meat from the bottom of the soup to his sister.

He will always remember this day, just like the day when he eats radish and eats full.

"It's so supportive," said my sister snuggling beside him.

Luo Cara touched his stomach and nodded: "It's so supportive."

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"You damn short guy, why are you so drunk!"

He took a sip of beer with black ears. He didn't eat much, his stomach was filled with alcohol, and his head was dizzy.

"Hahaha, I'm a dwarf, but I'll drink you down to the ground!" Dwarf craftsman Vla laughed: "You'll be shorter than me!"

"I want to punch you hard!" As soon as Black-eared butt moved away from the chair, his legs were uncontrollably kneeling on the ground. After a moment of dizziness, he fell asleep on the ground in a daze.

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The dwarf craftsman Fra took a sip of wine and shouted to the people around him: "I am a giant! He is a dwarf!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The crowd was making noise.

The laughter was quiet with the arrival of the Baron.

Even Pilit stopped the sound of the piano.

They looked at the Lord, very reserved.

"To Lord Lord!" The dwarf craftsman Fra was very keen. He raised his glass and shouted: "Don't care if the soup in your cup, hot tea or wine, to Lord Lord Lord!"

"Sir, Lord!"

"Sir, Lord!"

"Sir, Lord!"

Waves swept through.

Li Qi nodded to the son of the minstrel, and the other party understood and continued to play.

There was a sudden slight coldness at the tip of his nose, and Li Qi looked up.

It's snowing.
Chapter completed!