The old fish was always there, and once raised its head and poured a big bowl.

However, his eyes did not change much, and he was still as dull and unconscious.

Ling Luoyu poured the glass full of wine again: "Brother, buy another bowl?"

The old fish didn't blink and was stuffy again.

Dingmiao frowned: "He is like this, probably he still doesn't know what he is doing!"

"I'm more curious about what the Third Young Master is going to do!" Feng Chenglin was shocked.

That old fish is already a walking corpse. If you are drunk again, wouldn’t it be even more confused?

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads.

No one can guess Ling Luoyu’s thoughts.

Over there, the old fish quickly poured a large jar of wine, panting and burping.

"Waiter, come two more jars!" Ling Luoyu snapped his fingers and greeted him.

When the waiter came to deliver the wine, he looked at Lao Yu with a weird look, and then looked at Ling Luoyu.

"Customer, are you... sure?"

"What?" Ling Luoyu saw the strange color in his eyes: "Do you know him?"

"Who doesn't know him?" Xiao Er smiled a little strangely: "He comes every year, but... every year, he sits alone, eating and drinking, and doesn't like to talk. After three days, when the woman comes, they leave together, but..."

He paused, looked around, then looked at the old fish with his head tilted, and his right hand shook in front of him.

"Since I was working here, our shopkeeper told me one thing, that is, we can't drink him... Don't ask me why, I don't know, anyway, we can't drink him. This is the rule set earlier. As long as we don't drink, he can do whatever he wants!"

Ling Luoyu laughed out loud: "He is like this, what else can he do?"

"..." The waiter was speechless: "Anyway, he didn't do anything. At least, in the years I worked here, he did nothing. He just sat there quietly, giving and eating whatever he gave. When he was sleepy, he slept on his till he slept at the table and ate when he woke up!"

Several years have passed, and he has become accustomed to the lifestyle of Laoyu.

"Master, I saw you just now. You... don't seem to be with him, right?"

The waiter pointed at Feng Chenglin and others.

"You guys are together!"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"If you are not very familiar with this Yu Master, don't drink him again. What if... right? It's not good for anyone!"

This is not afraid of ten thousand, but it is afraid of if.

If something happened to this old fish in their store, it would be more than Ling Luoyu who took the responsibility.

By then, they would pat their butts and leave, and their small shop would have to bear all the responsibilities.

"Master, Yu is a distinguished guest of our village leader. To put it bluntly, if something happens at that time... I can't afford it!"

"Don't worry, with me here, nothing can happen. What can a big man drink some wine?" Ling Luoyu waved his hand, asked the waiter to leave, and pour wine for the old fish again.

Feng Chenglin came over and looked at Lao Laoyu with his head tilted: "San Young Master, from your experience, is this guy really that, or is he... pretending to be that?"

"What do you think?"

“…I feel it’s true!”

"Will it be over!"

“…”

Feng Chenglin Youdi widened his eyes, looked at Lao Yu incredibly, and snapped his fingers in front of him with his hands.

The old fish raised its head, its eyes were empty.

After watching him firmly for a while, he lowered his head and drank.
Chapter completed!