"The best Bamboo Leaf Green, brewed at home, absolutely top-grade——!" an old man's voice came from along the street, accompanied by bursts of fragrance.

Xing Lian first twitched his ears, and then his nose also shrugged, and his eyes were immediately filled with smiles. He almost didn't need to think about it, and his footsteps were already heading towards the source of the sound.

"Uncle, how old is this wine of yours?" She squatted down, stretched out a finger, dipped a little of the wine in the small cup on the side, put it into her mouth without hesitation, and sipped gently.

After taking a sip, the old man spoke first before he could answer, "Three years, not counting aging, but the taste is excellent. The brew is also of the upper class, and it can be considered a good wine."

Seeing that she could tell the difference after only taking a small sip, the old man felt happy and immediately poured a glass and handed it to her, "Young girl is very capable. Yes, my bamboo leaf greens are filled with good things. If it is aged wine, it will taste worse."

It’s not authentic.”

Xing Lian chuckled, reached out to take the wine and poured it into his mouth, then turned around and motioned for Ruo Yan to give him money.

A few days ago, she followed Si Feng Bei Ling to eat and drink for free, and she also defrauded him of a lot of money. It was enough to squander it today.

There were two jars of wine in front of the old man. Considering that it was inconvenient for a girl named Xing Lian to carry it, he asked her if she needed help sending it back. Unexpectedly, the woman holding a wine glass and sipping her wine shook her head and simply sat down next to him.

He went up, took two cups, and started drinking on the spot.

The place where the old man set up his stall was at the entrance of an alley, which happened to not block passers-by. Xing Lian poured two glasses of wine and handed one to him, "Old man, of course you have to drink with someone who knows how to drink. It's not fun to drink alone."

The old man was surprised for a moment, then laughed the next moment, stretched out his hand to take it, and bowed his hand far away as a thank you.

"How old is the old man this year?" It's hard to guess, seeing that his hair and beard are gray, but he is still in good spirits.

The old man touched his beard and said, "I am eighty-eight years old this year. The girl is probably about the age of hairpins, right?"

"I have good eyesight. I just turned one today." Xing Lian didn't hide anything and poured him a glass of wine again.

Probably everyone in the Holy City today knows about Miss Qiao's fifth daughter and her hairpin. When she said it so straightforwardly, the old man was stunned. However, Xing Lian didn't intend to say anything more. He glanced at the flow of people and changed the subject, "

Is the old man from Beijing?"

"Yes." The old man stroked his beard again and continued drinking with her. "I have been in the Holy City my whole life."

"Then the old man must know the Holy City very well."

The old man was also a smart man. After hearing what she said, he said cheerfully, "Girl, what do you want to know about me?"

This girl is dressed gorgeously. She is obviously not an ordinary commoner. And judging from her conversation, she is not as restrained as the lady in the boudoir. Her thick eyelashes cover her eyes that are bent with a smile, and her bold appearance while drinking can hardly hide herself.

The beauty of heaven and man.

"Hmm, I wonder if this old man knows Mr. Qiao, the right minister of Kyoto?" Xing Lian pretended to be thoughtful and fiddled with the wine jar that was about to bottom out. "I heard that the Qiao Mansion is very lively today."

The cups the two of them drank from were not big, but Xing Lian rarely came across the variety he liked. One cup after another, he poured a lot more for the old man intermittently. The wine jar was not big, and in a moment, the heavy jar was empty.
Chapter completed!