Jiang He felt that this night banquet was very uncomfortable, and he didn't like this feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because according to the rules of the Wu Mansion, the dishes must be served together, and the people must be full, and then the chopsticks can start.

But that's not the point, the point is that Jiang He finally deeply understood the long-term rule of the southern country since ancient times.

During the entire banquet, except for Wu Qingming, who said some opening remarks, no one spoke. Except for the occasional clash of dishes and chopsticks and the slight impact of the teacups, the whole meal room was quiet, and even Hu Xiaoliu, who loved to chirp, honestly closed his mouth and chewed carefully.

The dish in front of him was already light, and he couldn't stretch the chopsticks too far, Jiang He and Old Ghost Li pinched the chopsticks with sad faces, not knowing where to start.

Instead, Hu Xiaoliu smiled and ate the plate of meat in front of him with relish.

Wu Xiaobei was taking a small sip of the pumpkin mung bean soup in front of him, and the bloated Chang Wuye could only drink it in one gulp with a tea bowl.

And Wu Qingming, the host of this banquet, only ate the dishes in the bowl slowly with his stomach up, and didn't seem to care about the wonderful atmosphere in this room.

Jiang He looked up at Hu Xiaoliu, and then at Old Ghost Li, and finally understood why Hu Xiaoliu came to this banquet to show that strange fear.

This kind of dinner party is too boiling, and the fat boss who sits in the main seat always puffs out his cheeks seriously, chewing the vegetables slowly, and does not care about the feelings of the people below.

Jiang He raised his head and quietly looked at Boss Wu, although he had conceived and imagined the appearance of this Big Brother of the White Dragon Gang in his heart many times, after seeing it, he was still a little incredulous.

In the elephant thinking about the river, Boss Wu should be a strong man wearing a crane, wearing a mink fur on his shoulders, a pair of big gold rings around his fingers, and two black-clothed guys standing behind him.

Even if it is not good, it should be a fierce guest with a dragon tattooed on his back and a tiger carved in front of him, which makes people fearful.

Seeing the face, Jiang He realized that his imagination was too far away from reality.

The Boss Wu in front of him was just a chubby, with a somewhat hunched back, slightly white temples, and bulging cheeks.

He was wearing an ordinary gray and white cotton shirt, and his chubby hands were steady, firm and steady, pinching a pair of blue and black bamboo chopsticks.

Because of his fatness, his eyes appear a little small, hidden deep in the sockets. Except for the bulging cheeks, it is really difficult to remember this ordinary face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jiang He would have found it hard to believe that the middle-aged fat man in front of him was the gangster who now dominated the entire Kyoto City gang.

Jiang He sighed softly in his heart, boredly chewing a piece of boiled beef tendons, and was about to try to open his eyes and meditate later, but Boss Wu suddenly spoke.

"Serve the wine. ”

It's as simple as two words.

Jiang He suddenly found that as these two words fell, some slight changes gradually occurred in front of the table.

Hu Xiaoliu quietly put down the chopsticks, no longer obsessively facing the greasy back pot meat, Chang Wuye slowly put down the clay teacup that he had been holding in his hand, and Li Laogui slightly loosened his back that had always been straight.

Even Wu Xiaobei finally put down the soup bowl in his hand.

Jiang He somehow, and then saw a few men carrying a few mud-sealed wine jars into the house.

Boss Wu put down his chopsticks and motioned for the guy to open the wine. The man gently knocked on the mud seal, slowly tore open the red strip and opened the lid of the wine, and a rich and fragrant aroma of wine instantly spread in the room.

Hu Xiaoliu stared greedily at the wine jar in his hand, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The maid brought a large stack of earthen bowls from outside, and laid them in front of each of them, and then the men filled them all up.

Jiang He looked at Huang Tongtong in front of him and still had some silk wine, and couldn't help but be a little greedy, the aroma of the wine was seductive, and then he saw that Hu Xiaoliu had already picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, and was urging the guy to hurry up and pour the wine at the moment.

The room no longer seemed to be so cold and silent, starting from Hu Xiaoliu's urging to the whispered discussion between Chang Wuye and Li Laogui, this dinner party finally began to liven up, and it was no longer so depressing and sad.

Jiang He looked at the wine bowl in front of him, and didn't plan to pick it up, he knew that since Fang Cai's rules were so strict, then this first bowl of wine naturally couldn't start by himself. Of course, Hu Xiaoliu's weird guy is not counted.

Old Ghost Li held the wine bowl and opened the prelude to this wine game, then Chang Wuye, Hu Xiaoliu, and finally it was Jianghe's turn.

Jiang He picked up the bowl with both hands, behaved on his chest, and said respectfully to Wu Qingming: "Respect Boss Wu for a bowl." ”

It's not a cup but a bowl, which is in line with the rules of the people in the rivers and lakes, and the cup is always too small.

Wu Qingming smiled slightly, the flesh on his face shrunk into a ball, and he looked at the young Jiang He in front of him with half-squinted eyes.

From the beginning of sitting upright to using chopsticks, this young man showed great composure and self-discipline, neither arrogant nor cowering, which made him very satisfied.

From the beginning, he just wanted to have a good relationship with Jiang He, after all, he saved the life of his precious daughter.

The identity of the Seventh Master of the White Dragon Gang is not small, but for a young man who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, it is inevitable that he will be arrogant and conceited after sitting in this position.

But none of this seems to be seen in the young man in front of him who is holding the bowl steadily.

Wu Qingming picked up the bowl, also with both hands, and then said to Jiang He: "You don't mind Xiao Qi, right?"

Jiang He shook his head and replied with a slight smile, "I don't mind." ”

"That's good, Xiao Qi, you've done a good job these days, and the old ghost also told me about your money proposal, I think it's very subtle, it seems that I didn't recruit the wrong person. ”

Jiang He bowed his head slightly, and said humbly: "It's just a small effort, thanks to Boss Wu's appreciation." ”

Wu Qingming smiled and said, "Don't be humble, dry this bowl of wine." ”

Saying that, Wu Qingming drank it all with the wine bowl, Jiang He also drank all the wine in the bowl, and the man behind him poured it for the two of them.

After a tour of wine, it was a mutual exchange between these peers, Li Laogui and others greeted the river with a wine bowl, and Jiang He had to take it all, and even Wu Xiaobei drank a bowl with Jiang He with a wine bowl.

Jiang He was already not strong enough to drink, but as a result, these bowls of belly were a little fluttering, Hu Xiaoliu drank very happily, and kept saying that Boss Wu's wine was really good wine.

Wu Xiaobei only drank one bowl, but his face was crimson, but the number of times he looked at the river gradually increased.

Of course, Jiang He didn't know it, he was only intoxicated by the anesthesia of alcohol, and although he didn't eat meat, at least he drank a big bowl of wine. He shook his head and sighed in his heart: "This is the rivers and lakes." ”

After another tour of wine, Wu Qingming instructed Jiang He to stay for tea, and Li Laogui and Chang Wuye took the drunken Hu Xiaoliu back to the Dongshi shop, and the dinner finally came to an end.

Jiang He was helped to the study by the guys, and after serving tea, he retired, leaving only Wu Qingming and Jiang He.

Jiang He picked up the tea bowl in front of him and took a sip gently, like Tieguanyin, but he couldn't tell the difference, he just felt that it was delicious. I don't know if it's Wu Qingming's habit or what, but all the cups and bowls for drinking and drinking tea are always made of rough soil, and they look very simple.

Jiang He gently covered the tea lid, and felt that his brain was much clearer after a cup of tea, so he also sat up straight and waited quietly for Wu Qingming's question. Wu Qingming also seemed to be drunk, no longer puffing out his mouth, but with a faint smile.

"Do you know why I like to use these earthen bowls instead of fine celadons?"

Wu Qingming put down the teacup and looked at Jiang He with a smile.

Jiang He shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't know.

Wu Qingming smiled again, then pointed to the rough soil teacup on the table and said: "Actually, it's not because I'm exquisite, I just think that bowls, cups, and these things are always easy to break, so if you use expensive ones and use good ones, you will always feel a little distressed if you fall in the end." ”

"I used to have a purple clay pot, I liked it very much, and every time I used it to make tea, it was very delicious, so I couldn't drink the tea made in other teapots later. ”

"But one day, it was accidentally dropped by my maid, of course I didn't kill the maid, and human life can't be cheaper than a teapot. ”

Jiang He nodded when he heard this, and suddenly felt that the fat man in front of him did not have the demeanor of a gangster, how could a bigwig feel sorry for people's lives. However, Jiang He likes this kind of big brother very much, and it is no wonder that people like Hu Xiaoliu are willing to follow him.

"Later, during that time, I always felt that the tea was not sweet and the rice was not fragrant, so I simply replaced all the expensive dishes and chopsticks in this house. ”

After Wu Qingming finished speaking, he took another sip of the teacup, and then looked at the river quietly.

Jiang He looked at Wu Qingming and the earthen bowl in his hand, and knew that he didn't leave himself to tell him the story of the purple clay pot and the mud bowl.

Jiang He suddenly felt a little big, and it was a very brain-consuming thing to talk to such an old Jianghu.

If Hu Xiaoliu was sitting there, he would definitely say, "Oh, that's it, then you can give me the expensive bowl you don't want." ”

Of course, Jiang He couldn't say such a thing, he took a sip of tea gently, and then said with a slight smile: "What you said is reasonable, I am a poor scholar, so naturally I can only use some earthen bowls, so that is true." ”

Wu Qingming suddenly smiled, feeling that the young man in front of him was really interesting.

Jiang He also smiled, but he smiled a little stiffly.

The purple clay pot and earthen bowl in Wu Qingming's mouth naturally do not refer to the tea set in his hand, but to tell Jiang He one thing, his daughter Wu Xiaobei is a purple clay pot, and it is a unique and unique product. If he fell into the hands of Jiang He, a poor scholar, this was something he could not allow.

For a character like Wu Qingming, how could he not see those little Jiujiu in his daughter's heart, this is Jiang He is just a small person after all, even if he gets the top spot in the Protectorate Academy?

Wu Xiaobei is an inner disciple of Baiheguan, only seventeen years old, he is already a cultivator in the late stage of the Tonghui Realm, although he is not a genius of the heavens, but he is not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

And Jiang He, even if he is admitted to the Protectorate Academy, how far can a scholar who does not know how to cultivate at all go in the Qingteng Society, and how can he be on the same level as Wu Xiaobei on the road in the future? Everything that Jiang He has in Kyoto City now is given by Wu Qingming, if there is no Wu Qingming, where will the Seventh Master of the White Dragon Gang come from?

Jiang He is very knowledgeable, so Wu Qingming is very satisfied.

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Standing in the pavilion boringly counting the stars, Wu Xiaobei didn't know what her father was discussing in Jianghe, she threw the dried fish in her hand to the hemp duck in the lake, and then said softly: "Dahua, what do you say Dad will say to Jianghe?"

Brother Hua quickly took the dried fish, chewed it with satisfaction, and then quacked, like a mocking voice, it seems that Jiang He did not give him a good impression.

Wu Xiaobei seemed to understand Brother Hua's words, and then shook his head and said softly: "You don't understand, Jianghe is very powerful." ”

"He's like a piece of jade, but the stone on the outside hasn't been cut yet. ”

Brother Hua quacked again, and shook his head in strong denial.

Wu Xiaobei was not annoyed, just squinted at the stars in the sky, and then said with a smile: "You just go and see." ”