"What's wrong with you, old man? Haven't you given you a drink? Why did you pour it out again?"

The shop owner stared at his eyes, and even his voice was louder. God knew that the old man who came out of nowhere sat at the door of his wine shop, but he didn't leave without giving him any wine. He gave him wine, but he poured it out again. It was so anxious.

Mr. Feng curled his lips and said with disgust: "Who told you not to give me good wine? The wine is as light as white water. You can drink it, but I can't drink it either!"

The shopkeeper pointed at him in anger and shouted: "You, old man! Whose family belongs to? Why are you so unreasonable? You want to drink good wine if you don't give money? You should laugh at you if I'm willing to give you those wines but you are not satisfied! I warn you, if you don't leave, I will be rude to you!"

Mr. Feng shook the wine gourd and knocked it on the shop's head, giving a stern voice: "It's big or small, haven't your parents taught you not to point your elders with your fingers? It's really unruly and too unruly."

When the people watching the fun around heard this, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

The shop owner's face turned red and he even cried: "Old man, can't I beg you? You're OK, go quickly! Go home quickly, don't block my business. I'm just a small business. You always sit at my door. How can I do business?"

"Go home?" The old man held the wine gourd and his head tilted slightly, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Which family is from? It seems that he forgot again."

Hearing this, the store owner knelt directly.

He rushed up and hugged Mr. Feng's thigh and begged: "Old man, I beg you, don't waste your time here. I apologize to you. I shouldn't yell at you loudly, and I shouldn't be disrespectful to you. You are not jealous of villains. Go home quickly!"

Mr. Feng said with a stern face and disgusted: "It's really a waste of time! I've kneeled down just now? I'm still crying? Don't you know if a man is bleeding or crying? Look at what you are like? It's too ugly. I don't have the shame to look at you."

As he said that, he really turned a blind eye and did not go to see him. He just pushed the wine gourd into the arms of the shop: "Go, make me half a pot of good wine for me. I need good wine, but I won't drink it if I am inferior."

The people around looked at the store with some sympathy, and some even shouted: "I said, just pour some good wine for the old man! Judging from the old man's clothes, he must be not an ordinary elder. I'm afraid that you won't be able to lose the amount of money you have."

"That's right, you're paying for alcohol." Old Master Feng smiled and nodded, urging: "Hurry up, I'm getting addicted to alcohol again."

The shop hesitated for a while, and then took the wine gourd inside to make wine. Because he was afraid that he would pour it again, this time it was really a good wine. He was so painful while pretending, thinking whether the old man could take out the money? Whose family belonged to?

After packing the wine, the store owner hesitated and handed him the wine gourd, and asked, "Old man, who do you belong to?"

Mr. Feng snatched the wine gourd and glared at him without expecting it: "Didn't I just say it? I forgot which family it belongs to, but don't worry, I have a lot of money for you to drink."

As he said that, he stood up and untied his clothes and said, "I'm going to be valuable for you to drink."

The store owner cried and said, "It's useless if I want your clothes!"
Chapter completed!