Lu Public House.
Cheng Yaojin was eating at home when Cheng Chumo rushed in with a small jar.
Cheng Chumo placed the jar on the table and was about to speak.
"Pa!"
Cheng Yaojin slapped the back of Cheng Chumo's head.
"What now? Trouble? Or did you fight again?"
Cheng Yaojin asked his son loudly.
"I forgot about being grounded last time. You still don't know how to behave all day."
"Why are you hugging a jar? Your father isn't dead yet. Besides, such a small urn can't hold your father.”
Cheng Chumo didn't even have the time to interrupt, and Cheng Yaojin said a lot.
"Father, this is the good wine I brought for you. I guarantee that you have never drunk such good wine.”
Cheng Chumo rubbed the back of his head and said with an aggrieved expression.
"Tsk, good wine? I've drunk all kinds of wine, including the fine wine that the Western Regions offered as tribute.”
Cheng Yaojin said disdainfully.
"Dad, I really didn't lie to you. The wine you drink is trash compared to this. You'll know when you drink this wine.”
Cheng Chumo opened the wine jar.
As soon as it was opened, a rich fragrance of wine assailed his nose.
Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up when he smelled the wine, and he quickly snatched the wine jar.
He placed his nose close to the mouth of the jar and took a deep breath. Then, he looked intoxicated.
"It smells so good."
Smelling the wine, Cheng Yaojin didn't pour it into his wine glass. Instead, he directly took a big gulp from the jar.
Cheng Chumo wanted to stop him but it was too late.
Cough, cough, cough.
Cheng Yaojin coughed dryly with a flushed face.
After a long while, he roared.
"Good, good wine."
As he spoke, he took another sip, but this time, it was obvious that he only took a small sip carefully.
"Good boy, at least I didn't dote on you for nothing. You know how to show your father respect with good wine.”
Cheng Yaojin patted Cheng Chumo's shoulder and praised.
"Hiss! Didn't I say it was a good wine that you've never drunk before?”
Cheng Chumo said as he rubbed his aching shoulder.
This wine was really strong. Even with Cheng Yaojin's alcohol tolerance, he was still a little drunk.
After a few mouthfuls, Cheng Yaojin finished a small jar of wine.
"It's really good wine, but it's a pity that there's too little.”
Cheng Yaojin smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.
"Where did this wine come from? Why didn't you buy more jars?”
Cheng Yaojin said to his son.
"No money. This wine is 88 taels per small jar?”
Cheng Chumo muttered.
"Eighty-eight taels. Although it's a little expensive, it's worth it. Go get some money and buy five more jars.”
Cheng Yaojin asked Cheng Chumo to buy a few more jars.
"There's no other way, unless you go there yourself. That restaurant can only buy one jar per person per day. Zhangsun Chong wanted to buy a few more jars, but they wouldn't sell them at all. Zhangsun Chong even said that he was the son of the Duke of Zhao, but they didn't buy it.”
Cheng Chumo quickly explained.
"Oh, who owns this restaurant? It doesn't even give face to the Zhangsun Clan's kid. Interesting.”
Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Moreover, this wine is the lowest grade wine in that restaurant. There are two other wines that are better than this.”
Cheng Chumo added.
Cheng Yaojin couldn't sit still when he heard that there was better wine than the one he had just drunk.
"Why didn't you say there were better ones? Lead the way quickly. Don't let the other drunkards buy them all.”
Cheng Yaojin said and dragged Cheng Chumo out.
When he arrived at the entrance of Fortune Source Restaurant, it was already filled with people.
Not only that, but Cheng Yaojin also saw a few familiar faces.
Zhangsun Wuji, Du Ruhui, Yuchi Gong, Li Jing, Qin Qiong, Hou Junji
Good heavens, even Wei Zheng, that troll, was here.
Everyone looked at each other.
It was as if he was saying, What a coincidence, are you guys here to eat too?
"Alright, stop staring at each other. Aren't we all here to buy wine? There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Zhangsun Wuji rubbed his forehead and said helplessly.
"Then you guys block the entrance and don't go in. I heard that the dishes in this restaurant are also top-notch, even better than those made by the imperial chef.”
Cheng Yaojin said loudly.
"Don't be anxious. Let's watch the show first. It's not too late to go in after we're done.”
Du Ruhui pointed inside and said playfully.
Cheng Yaojin took a look.
A familiar face. Isn't this Wang Badan from the Ministry of Rites?
He saw Wang Badan arguing with the shopkeeper with a flushed face.
"Why can't you sell me a few more jars of wine? Do you know who I am?”
Wang Badan pointed at Shen Wansan's nose and shouted.
"I know, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites!"
Shen Wansan calmly pushed Wang Badan's finger to the side and wiped the saliva on his face with a handkerchief.
"If you know, why don't you quickly bring me a few more jars of good wine? Do you believe that I'll get someone to seal your restaurant?”
Wang Badan said arrogantly.
" Lord Wang, you have great authority. My restaurant is doing decent business. I don't believe that there is no law in Chang 'an City. I don't steal or rob. Can't I have my own rules in business?”
Shen Wansan said in a clear voice, and the onlookers nodded repeatedly.
People opened their doors to do business. They could sell if they wanted to, and they could not sell if they did not want to.
Can you still force me to buy and sell?
" Besides, the only person who can make my restaurant close down is my master and the person at the top of Chang 'an City. You are not qualified. If you don't believe me, you can try.”
Shen Wansan pointed at the sky and mocked Wang Badan.
Shen Wansan's words caused the expressions of the few High Dukes who were watching the show outside to change.
It seemed that this restaurant had a big background.
Shen Wansan's words made Wang Badan's face turn red. He was trembling and unable to speak.
"They aren't selling, so why are you forcing them? Hurry up and get lost. Can't you see that we still want to buy wine?”
Cheng Yaojin walked out of the crowd and mocked Wang Badan.
"You, you…You…"
Wang Badan pointed at Cheng Yaojin and said,"You" for a long time.
"You what? If you point at me again, I'll break it for you.”
Cheng Yaojin glared at him and said fiercely.
"Idiot, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands.”
With that, Wang Badan flicked his sleeves and left.
"Greetings, State Dukes. It's really an honor for me to have you here."
Shen Wansan looked at Zhangsun Wuji and the others and complimented them.
"You flatter me. My son can't even buy a few jars of wine from you, and you even made me come personally to buy a few more jars.”
Zhangsun Wuji said sarcastically.
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