Fifty degrees of liquor is unstoppable, without Lu Wei's persuasion, Zheng Zimu, who drank the first sip, couldn't stop anymore, and after half a pot, he was drunk like mud.

The shrewd-looking entourage looked at Lu Wei very unkindly. Lu Wei poured the remaining white sprinkle in the pot into the bowl, pushed it in front of his entourage, and smiled gently: "This wine is my original creation, except for the small shop, you really can't drink it anywhere else." If you look at me like this, you must also be a good drinker, and I will reward you. ”

The entourage wants to greet the women in Lu Wei's family, I am worried that my master will be deceived by you, so I pay close attention to him, where is the person who is good at drinking? But the aroma of wine couldn't help but waft into his nose, he still couldn't help but sniff, it was really fragrant, such a fragrant wine, he had never heard of it, let alone drank it.

Lu Wei's voice was very seductive, and said: "Since you like this mouthful, I will drink it, if the master is unhappy, I will intercede for you, for the sake of my face, he can't blame you." ”

It's like you're so face-saving. The attendant glared at Lu Wei fiercely and said, "Do you know who my master is?" ”

Lu Wei smiled: "Isn't it the real owner of Yuelai Building?" As he spoke, he put another plate of braised pork on the side of the wine bowl, and at the same time pushed the wine bowl forward.

The brown-red braised pork is oily, so that the eyes of the entourage can't be taken off. The braised pork in the cow building is so famous, among ordinary people, it is synonymous with the cow building, and sometimes it is directly replaced by braised pork. The entourage had been smelling the name of braised pork for a long time, and today it was the first time to smell its aroma up close, to see its color, and his saliva was salivating uncontrollably, and he had to keep swallowing.

Seeing his Adam's apple kept rolling, Lu Wei smiled even more happily, it turned out that this person is not good at drinking, but likes meat, as long as he has a hobby, it will be much easier. Lu Wei pushed the braised pork forward again, and said, "This meat hasn't been touched yet, it's still warm, you can sit down and drink and eat meat." Oh, by the way, does your master have another layer of identity? ”

The smell of wine mixed with the smell of meat hit the taste buds of his entourage, making his brain unable to think, and he subconsciously said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, my master is Cai Xianggong's housekeeper." ”

Xianggong is the title of the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, and the serious official position is the Pingzhang matter under the Zhongshu Sect. This Cai Liang Cai Xianggong has won the trust of the emperor, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he covers the sky with one hand, Lu Wei often listens to diners scolding him for being the head of the six traitors, and then thinks of a certain Cai, who is famous in the history of the same time and space, Lu Wei naturally linked the two together, where is there still a good feeling, not only is the smile gone, but the tone is also cold, and said: "It's just a housekeeper, what can it do?" ”

The attendant didn't answer, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the braised pork.

Lu Weidao: "Could it be that Yuelai Building is an industry under the name of Cai Xianggong?" ”

Merchants were despised and the magnates needed a steady stream of money to squander, so they left their shop properties in the hands of trusted slaves, enjoying the benefits of commerce for themselves and not in the name of merchants. Zheng Zimu's father was only the housekeeper in the prime minister Cai Liang's mansion, and Zheng Zimu called slaves and maids, which showed his power.

Since Zheng's father is Cai Liang's manager, Lu Wei naturally thinks that Yuelailou is Cai Liang's industry, didn't Zhao Xuan say it, the prince just gave face to a certain bigwig in the court, so he rested in Yuelailou, and by the way, he praised the crab stuffed orange twice, and the crab stuffed orange was barely able to be eaten.

Unexpectedly, the entourage suddenly raised his head and glared at Lu Wei, and sneered: "Who said that Yuelai Building is Cai Xianggong's property?" ”

"Huh?" Lu Wei looked at him.

The attendant swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and the words were all at this point, and there was no need to hide it, so he simply said: "Make five more portions of braised pork, and I'll tell you the Tao here." ”

"Huh?" Lu Wei didn't expect him to be so crisp suddenly, but he was stunned for a moment, then smiled, the gentle look on his face disappeared, and said, "Okay." I'll tell them to do it, and you can tell it. ”

When the entourage saw Su Mu go to the kitchen to spread the word, he said: "I'm not afraid to tell you that Cai Xianggong does have a few restaurants in his hands, but a small restaurant like Yuelai Lou is not eye-catching." It's just that my old master had nothing to do and played around, and then the little master cut off the road to the imperial examination, so he gave it to the little master. Hehe, if it is really Cai Xianggong's industry, you are afraid that you will die seventeen or eighteen times. ”

You're just a slave of minions, and you dare to talk to me like that? Lu Weidao: "Your master is Cai Xianggong's steward?" In this way, you are just the lowest minion. ”

The entourage's face changed greatly, and he said sharply: "What did you say? ”

He is Zheng's father's confidant, and he is shrewd and capable, Zheng Zimu has amnesia, and he needs to mention a lot of things, so to speak, all of Zheng Zimu's things are pretended by him. Every day, he often thinks of himself as half a master, and no one has ever disrespected him, and now this hateful teenager actually says that he is a minion? It's so deceitful!

Lu Wei looked at his face white for a while and red for a while, and said with a smile: "Are you not even as good as a slave?" I don't think so, or is it that the Zheng family is born as a slave, so they are very tolerant of slaves? ”

Powerful slaves can summon slaves, those who have seen the Dream of Red Mansions know that Lu Wei is not strange, what is strange is that the slave in front of him has always wanted to be the master of the master, since Lu Wei and Zheng Zimu talked and saluted, this slave has been preventing, and even glared at Lu Wei angrily, is this what a slave should do?

Listening to Lu Wei's mouthful and one minion, the entourage's face turned red with anger, but he had nothing to say, he was indeed a slave, but no one pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey like this.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once went to Yuelai Lou for a meal, and Chrysostom boasted about Zhang San, but is there such a thing?" Lu Wei asked again.

If this matter is true, it can only be said that the crown prince Chrysostom is too worthless, and it is just enough to befriend Cai Jing, and befriend his minions, this value has dropped a little badly.

The attendant has an expression that I won't tell you.

Lu Wei shouted: "Who is outside?" Go to the kitchen and say that five servings of braised pork are canceled. ”

Youquan came in response, answered yes, and turned away.

"You abominable businessman!" The entourage roared viciously, his cheeks distorted, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to die with Lu Wei.

Lu Wei smiled and said, "What about Shangjia?" If there were no merchants, how would the capital be prosperous? The owner of your family, the high-flying Cai Xianggong, doesn't he also have several restaurants? He's a big boss, not a businessman? It's just an official position as a cover. Forget it, what's there to say about you as a minion? ”

It was a completely contemptuous tone, and the entourage's chest rose and fell violently.

Lu Wei said, he didn't look at Zheng Zimu, it turned out to be the son of a slave, and he was still called a brother and a brother, so he felt a loss when he thought about it.

He walked to the door, remembered a bowl of high liquor and a plate of braised pork, and turned to take it, but found that his entourage was glaring at him with hatred, holding braised pork in his arms, and chewing heavily.