The atmosphere on the field was a little quiet at the moment.
Everyone was holding bowls and looking at the man, one older and one younger, both named Zhao.
The former is grabbing the latter's wrist.
At this time, Zhao Rong frowned slightly and said seriously:
"Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm not interested in men."
"..." Everyone.
"???" Zhao Xifu.
The atmosphere seems to be getting more male friendly...
The unshaven shopkeeper quickly threw away the hand of the offending person like a hot potato.
He cursed, "Fuck you uncle, labor and management don't like men either, Ma Dan..."
Well, I'm not interested in old men... Zhao Rong added jokingly in his mind.
If a student surnamed Fan who was happily watching a play heard this, his face would suddenly change and his legs would be pinched.
"What are your orders from Shopkeeper Zhao?"
Zhao Rong smiled and said politely, while shaking his hand bowl and retracting it into his sleeves.
Zhao Xifu was wiping his hands on his clothes with a gloomy expression when he glanced sideways at this boy who was acting out of common sense.
He glanced at the wine bottle again, and after a moment, he said slowly:
"This is ice lady wine."
Zhao Rong thought about it and nodded, "I heard it."
Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and pouted, about to speak.
"Xiao Zhao."
At this time, Bing Niang, who had been watching these young people eating with a smile, suddenly spoke, interrupting Shopkeeper Zhao.
She said seriously: "You promised me before."
Zhao Xifu had no choice but to shrug, "I didn't say not to let him drink."
The stern-faced Bing Niang smiled broadly and nodded, "That's about it. What you said cannot be ignored."
The next second, she suddenly turned her head and said softly:
"Mr. Zhao, you can drink as much as you want, but you can't get away with what he promised me."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Sister Xia."
Bing Niang smiled and seemed to find this title useful, but she continued:
"However, although this wine has a ridiculous name, and it collides with my sister and me, it is still brewed by Xiao Zhao alone. I have no decision-making power, and Xiao Zhao sometimes has some weird rules...
Please bear with me, Mr. Zhao, and don’t get along with him."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Sister Xia is being polite, that's why."
Her words were polite and sincere, but she finally made it clear that she was not a foolish woman with her arms turned outwards.
Zhao Xifu's eyes lit up as he raised his eyelids, and he immediately became energetic.
He rubbed his hands and smiled playfully, "That's right, I'll make the rules for my wine. The girl named Qian'er begged for this glass of wine for you. It's hard to brew. I'm tired of labor. Okay, here you go.
Yes, but there’s only one cup, so you can only drink it yourself, and you can’t transfer it to anyone else.”
Zhao Xifu paused for a moment, raised an index finger, turned it over, and pointed at his feet.
"This is the rule of Xia Chongzhai. Once you enter here, you must guard it honestly."
He stopped talking again, seemed to think about it, and suddenly laughed heartily:
"Hahahaha rules, labor and management like rules the most, hahahahaha rules are good things, haha..."
The angry shopkeeper in gray clothes was holding his stomach. He didn't know what he was thinking of, but he almost burst into tears from laughter.
The laughter echoed in the empty hall, as lonely and absurd as the sound of the ancient copper bell hanging at the door.
Zhao Rong and everyone looked at it curiously.
"What kind of madness are you having? The guests are all eating..." It wasn't until Bing Niang couldn't stand it any longer, she frowned and twisted the meat on Zhao Xifu's waist that the latter smiled and relaxed.
Shopkeeper Zhao, your condition is a bit serious... Zhao Rong muttered in his heart.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, pointed at the pitch-black wine bottle, and said:
"What the shopkeeper means is that I can only have a drink. This is what Qian'er wants alone. Others don't have it and it can't be transferred?"
Zhao Xifu nodded.
Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Shopkeeper, I just heard some of the rules here from my friends. It is said that this Bing Niang wine seems to have the effect of staying in place, but I am a big man, what's the use of this staying in place?"
?”
He paused for a moment before speaking, and glanced at the shopkeeper, who was a bit unkempt and bearded, and then at Xiao Qian'er, who was tugging at his sleeve, frowning and shaking his head.
Zhao Rong smiled and patted Xiao Qian'er's hand under the table, knowing her true feelings and kindness.
Isn't it just that she is afraid that her brother Rong'er will become a salted fish and slowly turn into a bearded uncle like this shopkeeper Zhao? The most important thing is that she and Qingjun have a long life, and they still have green silk and beautiful appearance.
It's not that we refuse to grow old together, but... we want to grow old together, and the important thing is... together.
Moreover, Xiao Qian'er and Qing Jun are probably worried that when he grows old alone, he will feel uncomfortable facing the young-looking Qing Mei.
No matter how open-minded a man is, he will probably feel lost and depressed when faced with this matter.
So for the meal before leaving tonight, the lady and Qian'er actually chose this place with a hidden meaning. It was probably just to get a glass of the ice lady wine right now?
Zhao Rong thought to himself.
At this time, he faced Qian'er and Niangzi's glances.
Zhao Rong nodded and admitted: "Well, okay, it is still somewhat useful."
Under the eyes of everyone, he reached for the wine bottle and poured wine as he spoke.
Zhao Xifu did not stop him this time and allowed Zhao Rong to pour a glass. However, upon hearing this, the shopkeeper curled his lips and said disdainfully:
"Bing Niang wine makes you look good? What do those people outside say? Oh, how many years have passed, and Wangque Mountain is still full of unskilled people. Those guys who have come into the store these years have become more and more boring, and they can only chat.
Sexually speaking, it’s only one and a half, and my saliva has faded away..."
He waved his hands half-heartedly and muttered: "Okay, you can just treat it as a beauty drink, it's only one cup..."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and silently memorized these words. At this time, he did not ask further questions and suddenly said:
"but."
He lowered his eyes, looked at the wine glass in his hand and shook his head, "I won't drink this glass of wine."
He, a grown man, drinks such a beauty-preserving thing in front of so many women, and he has to lose face. He will probably be laughed to death by a certain sword spirit when he goes back in the evening. Well, maybe he has started laughing now.
Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly.
He glanced at Xiao Qian'er who was biting her lip, and asked: "Shopkeeper Zhao, Qian'er requested this glass of wine, can she choose someone else..."
"no."
"no."
Two objections sounded in the hall almost at the same time, interrupting Zhao Rong's words.
One sentence was said by Zhao Xifu, and the other... Zhao Rong frowned and turned his head, looking down.
The willful little Qian'er who is obsessed with cooking.
Zhao Xifu crossed his legs and waved his index finger towards him, deliberately saying:
"No, I'm binding you according to the rules. Drink it quickly. If you don't drink it, it will be poured out. You are grinding. Hurry up. Xia Chongzhai doesn't have time to store or transfer it to you."
Xiao Qian'er nodded. She held the bowl and whispered: "Yes, drink it quickly and don't waste it. This is fine wine, not bitter medicine. Well, if you want sugar, I also have it..."
She narrowed her eyes and muttered, and at the same time looked away, not looking at the frowning Brother Rong'er.
This is a rare time when the little girl disobeys Zhao Rong and "shares the same hatred" with outsiders.
Zhao Rong was quiet for a while and said calmly: "I am bound according to the rules? Then I would like to ask if there are other rules that I don't know about, so that I can touch and bind and transfer to her?"
"Oh?" Zhao Xifu raised his eyebrows and nodded, "That's true, but..."
He looked up and down this young Confucian scholar who was a bit displeased, and sneered, "Are you sure you want to try it? Okay, according to the rules, those guys who asked for drinks in the past had to chat with the labor and management, ha, just two sentences, let's
I only pour wine if I find it interesting."
Zhao Shif paused and shook the jug, "You are so pretentious that you don't want to drink and want to change jobs. This is the first time labor and management have encountered this situation. Well, I won't embarrass you. Then you can answer me a little question. It's quite simple.
.”
When he said the last few words, the shopkeeper looked very sincere.
Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Xifu and nodded calmly.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help it. How did this question seem simple? It was clearly meant to embarrass her husband.
She wanted to speak, but someone spoke faster than her.
"Tzuyu, why can't a man drink Zhu Yan's wine? Besides, this is Miss Qian'er's good intention. You can go wrong with good wine, but it's hard to live with a beautiful woman. Why refuse?"
Zhu Yourong smiled softly, shook his head, and gave Su Xiaoxiao a piece of food.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at the female gentleman from the academy brought by her husband, pursed her lips, and said softly to Zhao Rong: "Mr. Zhu is right."
Su Xiaoxiao also wanted to speak out to persuade Zhao Rong, but it was inconvenient to speak out at this time, so she bit her chopsticks, nodded her head, and agreed with everyone.
Afterwards, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying also offered some words of advice.
Zhao Rong looked at the crowd quietly without saying a word, then turned his head and spoke directly to Zhao Xifu:
"Just a simple question... Well, may I ask, Shopkeeper Zhao."
Zhao Xifu looked at him with a bright smile, "Are you sure? If you can't answer it later, then the glass of wine that the girl asked for will be gone."
Zhao Rong took a bite of rice from the bowl, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at him, as if to say why you talk so much nonsense.
Zhao Xifu groaned a few times when he saw this.
Immediately he stretched out his hand and pointed at the women in front of the table, and asked jokingly:
"There are so many women tonight...who do you think is the most beautiful?"
Zhao Rong suddenly felt bad...this question...
Sure enough, the next second, the field suddenly fell into silence.
Several girls who were about to persuade him again, some of them closed their mouths one after another.
Immediately afterwards, their eyes began to glance at someone vaguely...
The eyes floating back and forth seem to be saying: Yes, it is indeed a simple question, just one sentence, just say it and be honest.