Because when it was time for lunch, Mr. Li ordered a table of food in the teahouse and invited his comrades-in-arms to eat.

Originally, Xianjian Tea House did not provide meals, but because of the requirements of the inn guests, under the leadership of Uncle Jiu, Xie Dashou recruited two more chefs from Shitang Village to provide catering services for the inn.

Of course, these cuisines are ordinary farm dishes, chicken, duck, fish or various vegetables, all of which are organic foods, but compared to fairy sword tea and special dim sum, it is definitely different from cloud mud.

After the dishes were served, Zhang Wei ate a little bit of everything, and then frowned and said, "Old Man Li, the taste of this dish is average, and it is not better than the farmhouse we ate outside." ”

Old Man Li gave him a blank look: "If you have to eat, you can eat." When I came, Xianjian Tea House didn't provide food at all, so we had to buy our own food and cook. ”

"Hehe, even our old man Li didn't entertain well, this fairy sword tea house is quite capable of composing. ”

Uncle Zhang opened his mouth and scolded: "Zhang Wei, what kind of bastard are you kid? Why do people have to entertain you Uncle Li? Who is not the same when he opens the door to do business? You have this kind of special thinking! With your realization, I am really worried that you will make a big mistake in the future!"

Zhang Wei was scolded by his father and lost his temper, and said with a salivating face: "Dad, don't I say the same thing? Old Man Li is an old man anyway, shouldn't he respect the old man?"

Old Man Li was not angry at all: "That's because Zhang Wei hasn't drunk the fairy sword tea yet, and when we finish eating, let's order a pot of tea, at that time, Xiao Weizi, I promise you won't even put a P." ”

Zhang Wei snorted in his heart, but he didn't dare to say back, he was a fiery temper, if it weren't for Old Man Li, he would have gotten up a long time ago.

The Zhang family and the Li family are world friends, and he and Li Zhongyang are also good buddies, he is the head of the Xin'an City Public Security Bureau, but he will not be polite to Li Zhongyang, the top boss, this is his temper.

Su Su, although she knew that Old Man Li was coming, she didn't come to invite her, after all, she was a public figure, and if she came to the teahouse, she was afraid that it would cause some unnecessary riots.

Wu Bin came to greet everyone halfway through the meal.

"Is the food still to taste?"

"General. ”

"Not bad"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and the one who said "ordinary" was naturally Zhang Wei, and he wouldn't say anything perfunctory.

Uncle Zhang glared and scolded: "Zhang Wei! This taste is still ordinary? You are just raising the price of your mouth! You can eat so well when you were a child? At that time, you couldn't eat enough rice, let alone any dishes, and you used some oil to fry rice, and you were all ......."

Zhang Wei made a bitter face: "Dad, when will your bittersweet drama come to an end? It's not that my mouth has risen, it's that the people's living standards have improved as a whole, okay? Isn't it normal for me to follow the rising tide?"

Uncle Zhang didn't pay attention to him anymore, but asked with interest: "Boss Wu, I heard Lao Li say that the words on the signboard outside were written by you personally?"

"It was indeed under the hand, at that time, it was also because of the simplicity, when the tea house first opened, there was not much liquidity, and it was impossible to make a good signboard. ”

"Ahh

Wu Bin was surprised: "Uncle Zhang, you are also a person who knows calligraphy?"

"I don't know, I understand a little. ”

Old Man Li interjected: "I tried hard to hear that you two were pretending to be modest. This Uncle Zhang, not only understands, but he is a member of our National Calligraphy Association, and he writes well, and he has the style of Wang Xizhi. Zhang Borui, you should have heard of this big name, right?"

"You're killing me. Zhang Borui waved his hand again and again.

But Wu Bin really hasn't heard of it, his calligraphy is under Wu Qing's tutelage, and he is also practicing calligraphy in order to learn luck, so ah, he didn't appreciate calligraphy works everywhere, understand the interests of famous calligraphers, in his own words, it is completely a child's work, writing and playing.

When the meal was almost finished, all the leftovers were removed and replaced with tea. Uncle Nine personally made tea for them.

Looking at the wood boiling water, Old Man Li took a deep breath, but said with regret: "Xiao Wu, I remember that you used to have a special firewood, which was more fragrant than the best incense in the world, but now there is no more?"

"No, old man. ”

Zhang Wei pursed his lips as usual, thinking to himself: This old man of the Li family has blown the cowhide into the sky, and even firewood can incense the best incense, isn't it funny?

And Zhang Borui has been discussing calligraphy with Wu Bin, especially Zhang Borui, although he is old, he is very obsessed with calligraphy, and he can't help but dance when he talks about calligraphy.

Although Wu Bin didn't talk much, but he could always get to the point, which made Zhang Borui itch, and said loudly to Zhang Wei: "Weizi, you go to the car to get my pen and ink, I want to write a piece and ask Boss Wu for guidance." ”

"Don't dare to point out. Wu Bin can only say this. He felt that people really had to be enthusiastic, and the white-haired Zhang Borui, when he talked about calligraphy, burst out with the same passion as young people.

Zhang Wei said: "Dad, just after eating, let's still drink tea to digest and digest, you are always going to roll up your sleeves to work? ”

Wu Bin also said: "Well, let's drink tea first, the tea of our Xianjian Tea House will make your trip worthwhile." ”

Zhang Wei's eyes were full of contempt, although he was a little surprised that Wu Bin wrote well, but since he entered the door, he has not eaten anything worth mentioning, the food is just like this, how strong can a pot of tea be?

Uncle Nine has already boiled the tea, and as usual, he does not wash the tea, and pours a cup of tea for everyone.

Seeing that Uncle Nine was so unprofessional, the distrust in Zhang Wei's eyes became even stronger.

And Old Man Li picked up the teacup, put it under his nose and sniffed it, looking satisfied: "Fairy Sword Tea, uncle, I have dreamed of this taste." ”

What a pompous!

Zhang Wei sarcastically said in his heart, and then craned his neck to drink the tea buffalo.

Then, like most people, he also felt the momentum of the tea, and a spiritual power rushed to the top of his brain, giving him a kind of soul vacating, not like the pleasure of being in the world.

"W-This is really tea, not wine?"

On the other side, Zhang Borui, who drank this tea for the first time, was also stunned, and forgot to continue to discuss calligraphy with Wu Bin for a while, but looked at the empty teacup and was stunned for a long time.

"It's full again. ”

This time, the two fathers and sons said it almost at the same time.

Old Man Li smiled with satisfaction, he is very confident in Xianjian Tea, you are a big old man and a rough guard, a cup of tea can block your mouth.

Although he is not from Xianjian Tea House, he is also sincerely proud when he sees the shocked expressions of the Zhang family's father and son.