Although the milky white Xiaosheng said this, the lewd man still looked at Yang Ming with some curiosity, although this brocade and jade robe, although it may not be very luxurious, but the workmanship and fabrics are extremely exquisite, and there are always four words that are either rich or expensive, I am afraid that he has long been out of Hanfu lovers, right?

Yang Ming, who was lying there half-drunk, was dazed, but his ears were still good, and after taking these two sentences in his ears, he raised his head and asked with a light anger: "You don't even know who I am?"

“…… Who are you?" the lewd man looked at him again, but didn't recognize which star was holding the shelf.

Yang Ming raised his head and smiled, his deep eyes seemed to be drunk but not drunk: "Yuanyue Academy, Yang Ming." ”

It took a while for the lewd man to come out with this sentence, he frowned, and said disdainfully: "Yang Ming, I'm still in the fourth palace!"

Drunkards really dare to say anything.

Yang Ming snorted, and didn't make an excuse, just continued to wait listlessly, and was shocked when he saw the girl who came out of the kitchen: "The wine is coming?"

"Hmm. The tavern owner placed a small bottle of sake on his table and handed two small plates of salted peanuts and boiled edamame as an accompaniment to the drink, "This is the sake you ordered, please use it slowly." ”

"How can you drink so much......" Before the tavern owner left, Yang Ming picked up the wine bottle from the table with slightly squinted eyes, raised his head and poured a sip, his movements were smooth, and he did it in one go.

The degree of sake is not high, the aroma of the wine is like a spring wave, light as nectar, as if the water of the spring rolling in the sky is gurgling, and then it falls into the bottomless pit - a bottle of sake has not even lasted half a breath, and only the empty bottle in Yang Ming's hand remains.

"Although it is a good wine...... Yang Ming took a salt peanut, peeled the shell and threw it into his mouth and chewed it, "but it's a little bit weak...... Is there a better wine in the store?"

"This ......"

Before the tavern owner could speak, the lewd man interjected: "Store manager, do you want to bring him a bottle of Moutai." ”

"How can there be such a thing as Moutai in the store...... "Where did he come to incense that night, the State Banquet Hotel or a five-star hotel?"

"Is there a second pot head in the store?" At this time, the milky white little sheng, who had been silent, said, but made a pertinent suggestion, "Why don't you bring him two bottles of two pot heads." ”

"Erguotou?" Yang Ming asked the tavern owner with empty eyes, "What kind of wine is that?" ”

"It's a spirit...... "After thinking for a long time, the tavern owner could only come up with this explanation, "Are the guests interested?"

"Spirits?" Yang Ming sneered, revealing a slight edge between his words, "I haven't drunk any of the spirits in the world, and I've never heard such a strange wine as a name...... Bring me a bottle and try it. ”

"Okay. ”

After a while, the tavern owner walked out with two bottles of Erguotou, which were the most old-fashioned design, the emerald green Su's flat bottle, with an arc close to the palm of the hand, and the shining red star hanging high in the sky, reminiscent of something quite old.

However, Yang Ming saw this shape for the first time, and took the second pot head in his hand and rubbed it a little freshly, "What kind of material is this? crystal or jade?"

…… It's just plain glass.

"This wine looks so much better than the previous one. Yang Ming said happily, "With such a good wine, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

The price of this wine is only one-fifth of the previous bottle......

The tavern owner looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see how good this glass bottle was compared with the plain and elegant sake bottle, so he didn't bother to complain and went to the kitchen.

"It's just too little. If this bottle is poured into the wine bottle, it will be a bottle and a half at most, Yang Ming unscrewed the cap, and the fragrant alcohol immediately floated up, making his eyes a little foggy, he drank it all as if he had drunk sake before, swallowed it, and in an instant, his originally groggy head was suddenly shocked, and he woke up in an instant.

"It's really amazing to pour the two pots so violently. The lewd man was talking cool next to him, and sure enough, he saw Yang Ming coughing continuously, choking "cough cough" non-stop.

But even if he coughed non-stop, Yang Ming still praised: "Good wine...... What wine!"

The aroma of this wine is clear and sweet, thorough and pure, and it will unconsciously give people a sense of harmlessness, so Yang Ming is also unguarded, and drinks heartily, only to find that the place where the wine passes is on fire, boiling in the internal organs like a boiling oil fire, and the blood is also ignited together, and between breaths, even the air that is spit out is warmed up, so that people can not avoid it.

Most of the ancient sake was limited by technique, and the alcohol content produced from koji was only a few degrees, so the amount of alcohol that the ancients drank was counted in stone, liter, and bucket, and even the most famous spirits in Tokyo were only slightly higher than today's beers.

Yang Ming's eyes were misty, he had never been drunk for a thousand cups, and he actually brewed a little drunkenness in his eyes, and his body swayed, but he took advantage of this bit of pleasure and waved his hand and shouted to the tavern owner: "Paper and pen are waiting!"

"I really think of myself as the son of the gods...... lewd man shook his head, watching the tavern keeper hurriedly find the brush and rice paper he used to practice calligraphy from the kitchen.

The needs of guests are met as much as possible, which is also the business philosophy of evening primrose.

"That's a good paper. Yang Ming stretched out his hand and touched it, his fingertips stayed on the pure white paper, and then he lifted the pen and dropped the ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, galloped, and with a wave, the air in the store seemed to be music because of his existence, and the fragrance of Qinglian was rippling.

"What did he write?" the lewd man probed his brain beside him, this wild grass was too arbitrary, and he only vaguely recognized a few words.

"If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky. If you don't love wine, there should be no wine springs in the land......" The milky white boy muttered, and when he saw that the lewd man was staring at him with a suspicious gaze, he explained, "I only recognize a few words, but I can memorize them." ”

"Good poetry, really good poetry!" Yang Ming casually picked up the wine jug at the head of the second pot and poured it over his neck and poured it on his neck, and the wisps of crimson rushed onto his face, and there was finally a smile on his face.

This is also when Yang Ming was drunk, so he was very poetic.

Of course, whether the poem is good or not, don't take it so seriously.

However, at the time of checkout, there was a slight problem in the store.

"Guest, the bill ......," the tavern owner asked as Yang Ming was about to go out with the flask, although the first three or four bottles of the second pot were not expensive, but the bottle of sake was expensive.

"Isn't this pair of words enough for you?" Yang Ming was still confused at this time, he nodded, as if he was agreeing with his opinion, "Hmm...... This kind of wine is indeed something you should pay more for. ”