As soon as this greeting came out, the people around him who were originally envious because the scribe had ordered a table full of meat dishes suddenly looked at Yan Qingrui with envy and jealousy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Why didn't they share a table with this middle-aged scribe?

This middle-aged scribe obviously couldn't eat so much alone, and the person sitting at the table with him was really blessed.

Think about it, radishes and cabbage are delicious, this table full of meat dishes, don't you eat it so that people's mouths are oily and their hearts are bubbling?

I didn't expect this black and thin boy to have such a mouthful.

Yan Qingrui smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle, the next dish is coming." Uncle, please take care of yourself!"

The middle-aged scribe rolled his eyes, looked at Yan Qingrui and said, "At a young age, why are you so unhappy? ”

The little second said with a smile in his eyebrows: "Okay, I haven't started frying yet!"

Yan Qingrui couldn't help laughing, she was originally a free and easy person, and since the scribe was invited, she was not polite.

Yan Qingrui picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of fish meat into her mouth, the fish meat is fresh and tender, melts in the mouth, fresh and beautiful, the juice soup is all unique in taste, fresh and fragrant.

The middle-aged scribe ate happily, and said to Yan Qingrui while eating: "Little brother, you are too thin, this small body, walking on the road is blown away by the wind, eat more." ”

He added: "If there is food but no wine, it is not beautiful." ”

Yan Qingrui said: "Uncle invites me to dinner, I'll invite uncle to drink bar!" She raised her voice and said, "Little Er!"

The guy stepped forward and said, "What do you have to say from the guest officer?"

Yan Qingrui said, "Do you have any wine in your pavilion?"

The guy shook his head and said, "There are rules in Shadowless Valley, no wine is sold today and tomorrow, not only in this building, but also in any restaurant in the valley." The day after tomorrow, there will be wine out of the altar. If the guest officer wants to drink, he can drink to his heart's content the day after tomorrow!"

What kind of weird rule is this?

Yan Qingrui glanced at the scribe apologetically, she didn't mean empty words, she really wanted to invite the scribe to drink, but she didn't expect that there was no wine to buy.

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand and let Xiao Er go down, he touched his sleeve and took out a small wine gourd, the two stomachs of the wine gourd were not much bigger than the child's fists, and at most they could only hold two taels of wine.

The scribe took it out and looked at it, and put it back again.

But after eating a few bites of food, it seemed that he couldn't help it, so he took it out again, looked at it, and put it back with a painful expression on his face.

Yan Qingrui: "......"

The dish of a few thousand taels of silver was called without frowning, but a little bit of wine made him entangled for a long time, which was really interesting.

Finally, the scribe took out the small wine gourd for the third time, with an open expression, and said: "Good food must be accompanied by good wine, I don't have much wine, little brother, let's each have a glass." ”

Yan Qingrui shook her head and smiled: "It's not good to drink in the next place, so uncle should drink it himself!"

Such a small gourd, the scribe's painful expression, obviously a good drinker, not to mention one glass, two glasses are not enough for him to stuff his teeth, right?

A gentleman doesn't like people, not to mention that she really doesn't like the things in the cup.

Unexpectedly, the scribe's face turned blank, and he said very unhappily: "How can you say that? How can I be such a stingy person? Since I eat at the same table, I am fated to have wine to drink together." ”

He took two glasses and opened the lid of the gourd.