"No, I like it... Moutai is good, just go to Kweichow Moutai!" Wen Zhiqian slapped the fat man with a swollen face, praying in her heart, hoping that Ye Hongtao would be a gentleman at the table and not to impress herself.

"Aged Moutai is usually called Moutai vintage wine. It's fifteen years or thirty years, but not in line with our identity. I don't think it takes ninety years. One hundred years, and eighty years, just eighty years!" Ye Hongtao found some pleasure of revenge and said provocatively, "But it's Miss Wen's treat tonight, so I'll just be at your disposal! Although I really want to taste the Han Emperor Maotai worth tens of millions, that's just thinking about it. After all, it's not something that is difficult to do, right?"

"Hehe...yes...yes...Mr. Ye is always so considerate..."

When Wen Zhiqian was scared to the point of being smart when she heard Ye Hongtao mention the Emperor of Han Maotai. Although she had a net worth of tens of millions, if she used the money to buy a bottle of white wine for Ye Hongtao to drink, she would have to be hung by her father Wen Guoqiang on the chandelier in the villa hall of the Ye family and beat her to death in front of everyone.

Wen Guoqiang can definitely do such a thing.

Compared with Emperor Han Maotai, the 80-year-old Maotai is nothing, although its price is also considerable, and the market price of each bottle is at least 300,000 yuan.

Therefore, Wen Zhiqian thought for a moment, gritted her teeth and made a cruel decision, and rang the electric bell to call the waiter.

Perhaps because Wen Zhiqian had not been troubled by Tao Jiujiu recently, the thick dark cloud entrenched above her head had floated away. Therefore, she almost laughed out loud because of the waiter's embarrassment.

"Ms. Wen, we... have no inventory in the store. If guests want to enjoy 80-year-old Maotai, they will make an appointment in advance." The waiter recommended with a red face, "Ms. Wen, Mr. Ye, you two can taste the wine to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The 53rd degree is also a fine product in Moutai!"

Wen Zhiqian looked at Ye Hongtao when she heard this. Seeing him nodding slightly, the smile on her face suddenly became even brighter. A mere 30,000-a-bottle Moutai wine was just a drizzle for her, the daughter of the Wen family!

"Okay, okay, just choose it!"

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Seeing that the waiter had recorded the Moutai wine they were going to drink, Ye Hongtao put down the menu in his hand and said to Wen Zhiqian: "Since we are not having a working meal today, let's taste some home-cooked side dishes. Miss Wen, do you think it's good?"

"As long as it is Mr. Ye likes it, of course I have no objection!" Wen Zhiqian smiled and agreed with him.

"Although it's home-cooked, the chef here is not simple and slow, and every dish is also very complicated." Ye Hongtao turned to look at the waiter, "Let's order these seven dishes!"

"Okay, Mr. Ye!" The waiter left with the menu and put on the door, leaving two people in the room with relatively free space.

Although it flowed down due to various reasons, Ye Hongtao didn't want to get into trouble with Wen Zhiqian from the bottom of his heart. He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, reached out and pushed open the glass door, and walked straight into the small garden.

It was late autumn, and the leaves in the yard were golden yellow, and all kinds of chrysanthemums competed for beauty. Since ancient times, literati and poets have highly praised chrysanthemums, and they were ranked first among the three friends in the cold year.

Ye Hongtao is not a flower lover and has no special preference for chrysanthemums, but in order to avoid Wen Zhiqian, he still admires the chrysanthemums all over the yard with great interest.

It was dark at this time, but the boss of Qingzhuyuan made the colorful chrysanthemums blooming with lights, which were more charming. There are Indian peony, Shipao, Five-colored plum, Red and Yellow Grass, Sun Lotus, New York Aster, a yellow flower... More of them are rare varieties or new products that Ye Hongtao cannot name.

Feeling the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the garden, Ye Hongtao suddenly remembered Tao Jiujiu. She has always been proud of her surname "Tao". Even the pseudonym "Yuanliang" used to deceive herself was all Tao Yuanming's word.

The famous line "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains" must be loved by Tao Jiujiu. Since Tao Yuanming likes to appreciate chrysanthemums, Tao Jiujiu must also like Tao Jiujiu?

If you could sit in the yard with Tao Jiujiu, enjoying the various chrysanthemums around you, flirting with her, tasting delicious food and enjoying delicious wine, how happy it would be to such a day...

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Hearing the sound of "da da da" footsteps behind him, Ye Hongtao came back to his senses from his dream, and his previous feelings also dissipated with the wind. He turned around to meet Wen Zhiqian's gaze and smiled and said, "Go back."

After returning to the seat, Ye Hongtao's attitude improved a little, and the two had a great time talking.

Ye Hongtao joked about Wen Zhiqian and asked with a smile: "I heard that Miss Wen is busy with work recently. I wonder what tasks did that guy Lao Qiu assigned you?"

"Puff..." Wen Zhiqian almost sprayed out the juice in her mouth when she heard this. When she thought about it, she raised her face and curled the corners of her lips, revealing the dimples on her cheeks, and replied in a coquettish way, "Mr. Ye, do you want to let others follow you for a long time?"

"Ahem." Ye Hongtao was defeated by Wen Zhiqian's cheeky face. "Miss Wen, you are actually in good condition. As long as you cure that problem, I believe you will be able to achieve everything you want soon."

Wen Zhiqian did not turn against him when she heard him say this, because Ye Hongtao's face looked very serious.

"Mr. Ye, can you tell my younger sister what are the problems they have? I will definitely change it for you!"

At this moment, the waiter knocked in, but Ye Hongtao seemed to have no idea that there was an outsider present, and said slowly: "Your eyes are slightly taller."

When the waiter heard this, he couldn't help but be curious and looked at it. Miss Wen was still so beautiful and charming, and she deserved to be the typical white and rich beauty recognized in the club. Her fat-like skin was still smooth, white and tender, without any flaws, and her watery phoenix eyes were still fascinating, and her slightly separated red lips were wet and shining. If a young man with less concentration, just seeing such a beauty, he might rush over uncontrollably, press her to the ground, ravage her wantonly, and release all the energy in his body...

Facing such a beautiful woman, Mr. Ye would even dislike the rich man's world is really not what he imagined.

Thinking of this, the waiter reluctantly withdrew his greedy gaze full of greed, held his breath and walked straight to the dining table with his dining plate.

The first one to serve was a blue and white soup bowl, which contained green soup, with white balls as white as jade, tender yellow egg liquid, black fungus and red cherry tomato slices.

"Five-color health soup, please try Ms. Wen and Mr. Ye!"
Chapter completed!