Mr. Yu nodded and bowed in flattery, while waving his hands behind his back.
Outside the covered bridge leading to the Huxin Pavilion, rough-footed mountain people walked over carefully carrying trays with lids.
They stopped outside the pavilion, each with their heads lowered, looking at the insteps of their feet, not daring to raise their heads or breathe loudly.
It seemed as if I had made a big mistake by taking another look at the offering.
Mr. Yu went back and forth between the pavilion and the covered bridge more than a dozen times before the hot dishes were replaced and the cold dishes were withdrawn.
The dishes were still warm and steaming, and the wine was cooked on a small stove on the spot. After a while, the rich aroma of the wine wafted around.
Seeing this dish, Chen Yang just glanced at it, but lost interest in the dishes on the table.
Mo Buchou and others gave Chen Yang a token invitation, then ignored him and started eating on their own.
The mountain people retreated, and all the old men and women waited in the pavilion.
He was standing behind Chen Yang, his stomach growling. No matter how hard he tried to cover it up, he couldn't hide it from Chen Yang's ears.
"Hey~"
Chen Yang sighed secretly.
This is still the steward assigned by the Yu family to the Mingshi Mine. Even so, it can be seen that in the vast world of immortality, the status gap between monks and mortals is probably greater than the distance between the moon in the sky and this bitter lake.
More distant.
This is the status quo, and Chen Yang is powerless to change it.
"Pa~"
Mo Buchou clapped his chopsticks and said coldly: "Old man Yu, are you just going to let us eat and drink like this?"
"Where is your new maid?"
"We won't let them come up to serve."
As soon as Mo Buchou finished speaking, Chen Yang, Qiu Jiansheng, and Huang Fuzi all raised their eyebrows, and their expressions were a bit off.
Chen Yang didn't look good, that's because Mo Buchou was sitting opposite him, and when he opened his mouth, he smelled of alcohol and almost made him vomit from across the table.
In such a short period of time, there is no need to worry about drinking a jar of wine.
I thought he was a hero of the Liquor Kingdom like Senior Brother Shen Lang, but now I smell the stinky smell of alcohol and listen to his big tongue, it turns out that the wine is simply not good, and good wine is immeasurable.
Chen Yang was shocked. He picked up the untouched wine glass in disbelief, examined it before his eyes, frowned, and then took a sip.
The next second, he frowned even more tightly.
"In addition to the mellow taste of aged wine, there is also a slight bitterness, as if you picked weeds on the roadside and chewed them in your mouth."
"There's something added to the wine."
Chen Yang understood clearly in his heart that he had not dabbled in medicine yet. This was not something that could be understood simply by reading the classics and inheritance in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. It was something that focused on practice.
His hesitation was noticed by Qiu Jiansheng and Huang Fuzi. Qiu Jiansheng laughed and said, "Junior brother Chen has never tasted this worry-relieving grass?"
"Worry-relief grass?"
Chen Yang asked questions and looked at Qiu Jiansheng.
He could finally see that Qiu Jiansheng didn't have any complicated ideas. He just loved talking and communicating with others.
Another tall and thin man, Huang Fuzi, cherished his words like gold. After sitting together for so long, he didn't have a few words to say to either Mo Wuchou or Chen Yang. He could only say a few more words to Qiu Jiansheng, I guess.
The relationship is relatively good.
As expected, Qiu Jiansheng introduced it with a smile: "Jieyoucao is a good thing. Taking it can relieve worries. Only monks like us can use it. It is unlucky for ordinary people to use it."
As Qiu Jiansheng explained, Chen Yang's expression changed again and again. When he looked at the glass of light green wine floating on it like green ants, his eyes were full of disgust...