They finished recording the show at 5 o'clock in the evening, starred in the studio at 7 o'clock in the evening, and arrived at Yipinju at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Yipinju and the recording studio are not very far apart, if it is a normal trip about fifteen minutes to arrive, in the evening rush hour, it takes an hour to stop and go to the destination.

On the way, Feiyi explained that Bingqing had to spend money to buy an album, the money to pay rent, and daily expenses, in addition to these, the cost of this meal should be controlled at five or six thousand.

Although Bingqing was very disdainful of Feiyi's careful calculations, she still nodded perfunctorily.

When they arrived, they had been waiting in the private room for more than ten minutes.

Fu Feng sat in a corner, sullen. The old man sat upright, puffing out his cheeks, not angry but mighty. Yuhang was as warm as the wind as usual, he stood up and took Bingqing Feiyi's coats, helped them hang them on the hanger, and opened the seats for them.

The waiter came in and asked them what they needed. The old man said angrily: "Serve all the dishes I and Chairman Wang ordered last time, and there is still a bottle of Moutai for 60 years?" ”

"Huh?" The waiter holding the menu was confused, his eyes looked at Yuhang, Fu Feng, Feiyi and then Bingqing, hoping that one of them could explain.

"Grandpa!" Bingqing said, "No waiter will remember what you ate last time." ”

"yes." When the waiter saw someone talking, he hurriedly continued: "Sir, we all eat freshly, do you remember what you ate last time?" I'll give you the menu and you'll see! ”

"Ahem." The old man touched his neck a little embarrassed, took the menu handed by the waiter, turned from the first page to the last, ordered the menu and said, "Don't you have a Moutai in 1960?" ”

"Huh?" The waiter was once again blinded by the old man: "We have Lafite, Chivas Regal, vodka, Rémy Martin ...... here"

"What pull what sesame seeds, and return the heads of people?" The old man kept ordering the menu and scolded: "People are people, horses are horses, can people and horses be confused?" In traditional Chinese medicine, horse meat is irritable, human flesh is cold, the two are mutually restrictive, mixed with highly poisonous, and the horse's head is used to soak in wine, only in primitive societies will eat human flesh and soak in wine, what are you doing now?! In order to treat his wife's rheumatism, a farmer soaked in a snake, and three years later, when he opened the cap of the wine bottle, the snake jumped up from the bottom of the bottle and bit the farmer to death. There is a kind of snake that has no patterns on its body, contains highly poisonous, soaked in wine for ten years and will not die, eat wine to maintain life, and the poison in the body will only grow, but not die! Still soaking people's heads? Is there a wine bottle that big? Do you soak wine in a jar? The horse's head is very commotional, can you drink the wine?! ”

The waiter just reported the name of the wine, and was inexplicably reprimanded by the old man, and could only defend weakly with his mouth open: "It's a remy horse, not a centaur head." ”

"What's that!" The old man angrily slapped the case, blew his beard and glared at his eyes: "Human head!?" ”

"It's not!" Bingqing's hand kept slapping on the table: "It's just a wine name, it's not really concocted from real things." ”

"Oh." The old man suddenly realized, and after a pause, he reacted, and shouted: "You are granddaughter, I am grandfather, when will it be your turn to speak loudly!" ”

Bing Qing covered her face with her hands, just looking forward to finishing her meal and leaving here quickly!

The waiter saw that the family was about to quarrel, so he hurriedly compromised from the middle and said: "Old man, we don't have a 60-year-old Moutai here, but all Moutai that is more than 30 years old is an internal wine, and the restaurant is not allowed to operate." ”

"I'm talking about 60 years, 60 of 1960, not 60 years!"