The shopkeeper said with a sad face: "This guest officer, it's so late, where do you ask me to invite someone?"

Ling Han said: "It's not far, it's the little beggar not far from the door!"

"What?" shopkeeper raised his voice and looked at Ling Han puzzled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the rest of the guests heard the unusual voice of the shopkeeper, they all put down the wine bowl in their hands and looked at Ling Han, even the young man who had been sitting quietly in the corner looked at him.

Ling Han looked around, remained silent, and said softly: "He's my friend, what, can't you?"

The shopkeeper was naturally reluctant in his heart, because two days ago, he had driven the little beggar away, but when he saw Ling Han's sharp gaze, it seemed that there was an irresistible force. I had to whisper: "The guest officer wants to invite him, so the little one is invited!"

Ling Han knew that the second little brother of this shop was naturally unwilling and reluctant, but when he saw him agree, he nodded and said, "Then bother the little second brother!"

The shopkeeper walked out of the store and walked straight towards the little beggar, but he kept muttering in his heart: "This little thing, what kind of shit luck did you hand in, you actually recognize such a high roller!"

Not long after, the little beggar was pulled into the hall of the Immortal Wine House by the shopkeeper.

It's just that the little beggar's eyes were full of horror, and he didn't know why the shopkeeper pulled himself in, his eyes were dodgy, his head was down, and he stood at the door.

The shopkeeper took a few steps in front of Ling Han and said, "Guest officer, that Xiaodong ...... I've got you here, kid!"

Ling Han straightened up, waved his hand at the little beggar and said, "Little brother, come and sit!"

The little beggar heard Ling Han's greeting, but he didn't dare to move, because just yesterday, the shopkeeper shouted that if he saw himself enter this immortal wine house again, he would break his leg.

Seeing that the little beggar was still cowering, Ling Han walked up to the little beggar, grabbed his cold and somewhat muddy hand and said, "Don't be afraid, follow me and be fine!"

The little beggar raised his head, only to see Ling Han's gentle gaze, just like his own parents and relatives, a warmth suddenly welled up in his heart, and he obediently followed Ling Han to the table in the middle, but he didn't dare to sit down.

The beef and fat chicken on the table were still steaming, and the smell of meat came to his nose, and the little beggar took a sharp breath and licked his lips involuntarily.

Ling Han gently pressed the little beggar's shoulders with both hands, pressed him on the wooden chair, and then said, "Little brother, aren't you hungry?

The little beggar glanced around quickly, only to see that the guests next to him didn't notice him, only the shopkeeper leaned on the side of the counter, his eyes were full of disdain, for a while, the little beggar didn't dare to do it.

Ling Han picked up a piece of beef, put it in the bowl in front of the little beggar and said, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold for a while!"

The little beggar glanced at Ling Han gratefully, couldn't help it anymore, and didn't use chopsticks, he directly pinched the fast beef with his hands, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

The beef was tender and delicious, and the little beggar only felt that his mouth was full of fragrant, and he was reluctant to swallow this piece of beef like this, but he kept chewing, and in a moment, he swallowed the piece of beef.

Then he glanced at Ling Han again, let go of his hands and feet, grabbed two pieces of beef and put them in his mouth, and then quickly tore off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and stuffed the entire mouth to the brim.

Ling Han poured a bowl of wine, pushed it in front of the little beggar and said, "Drink some wine, don't worry!"

The little beggar picked up the wine bowl, then put it down again, swallowed the big mouthful of meat hard, and said, "My mother said that children can't drink, and when I come to my fifteenth birthday, my mother will allow me to drink!"

After hearing this, Ling Han smiled, thinking: his mother has never asked him to do this, and no one has ever cared about his own drinking, and there is also a drunkard master who forces him to drink. Now, Ling Han is not very fond of wine, but this stone bun wine is different from other wines, the more he drinks, the faster his divine consciousness cultivation will improve, but I don't know how mellow the stone bun wine in this immortal wine house is.

"Then eat more!" Ling Han would not learn from his drunkard master and force a child to drink.

The little beggar listened, took a deep breath, and was relieved. If Ling Han insisted on letting him drink by himself, he really didn't know how to refuse.

Ling Han picked up the bowl of wine and put it to his lips, and the aroma of thousand-year-old wine actually came to his nose. Ling Han was overjoyed in his heart: Could it be that this is the thousand-year-old stone bun wine in the Yumen Pass? Otherwise, how could there be such a mellow aroma?

In order to verify the age of this stone bun wine, Ling Han took a small drink.

The taste is light, although it has the aroma of the millennium, but it does not have the heritage of the millennium. No wonder the shopkeeper called this wine a century-old wine. It is true that there are many new wines, and once and again, this jar of stone bun immortal wine has become a century-old wine.

Although this wine is advertised as a century-old wine by the shopkeeper, it is much inferior to the small bottle of stone bun wine brought to him by the girl Meng, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

Ling Han took a sip of wine and couldn't help frowning.

Although the little beggar had been busy, his eyes always ignored Ling Han's face, and when he saw Ling Han frowning, the little beggar also stopped talking and asked with some concern: "Big brother, didn't you say that you don't have any money on you?"

Ling Han smiled: "Little brother, you don't have to worry about this, you just have to fill your stomach!"

Seeing Ling Han's light-hearted expression, the little beggar was no longer worried, but thought again: After eating this meal, there may not be a next meal, and it doesn't matter how much it is, it is important to eat first when he is full. Even if the fierce shopkeeper drives him away for a while, or beats him badly, at least he eats happily.

Ling Han watched the little beggar start to gobble again, as if he felt the little beggar's heart, so he kept tearing off the meat on the fat chicken and bringing it to the little beggar.

The little beggar was now eating with oil on his face and greasy on his hands.

Ling Han smiled bitterly, as if he saw the greedy Tianbao, and as if he saw himself when he was young.

Ling Han took a few more sips of wine, although this stone bun wine was mixed with water, but Ling Han used his divine sense and mind in every sip, and only absorbed the little bit of stone bun wine that had been concentrated for a thousand years into his stomach, and the rest of them had no nutrients, so they could only be wasted in one gulp.

The shopkeeper watched the little beggar from the side, thinking in his heart, this kid, after the guest officer leaves, there will be a good end for you.

At this time, Ling Han's jar of stone bun wine had been dried up by Ling Han in one go, and only a little was left.

And the new wine that was added flowed down Ling Han's chin and was blocked by Ling Han's picky tongue.

"Where is this drinking, is it clearly a waste!" muttered to the shopkeeper, feeling a little sorry for the wine that had been spilled on the ground.

Ling Han picked up a piece of beef, put it in the bowl in front of the little beggar and said, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold for a while!"

The little beggar glanced at Ling Han gratefully, couldn't help it anymore, and didn't use chopsticks, he directly pinched the fast beef with his hands, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

The beef was tender and juicy, and the little beggar only felt that his mouth was full of fragrant, and he was reluctant to swallow this piece of beef like this, but he kept chewing, and in a moment, he swallowed the piece of beef.

Then he glanced at Ling Han again, let go of his hands and feet, grabbed two pieces of beef and put them in his mouth, and then quickly tore off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and stuffed the entire mouth to the brim.

Ling Han poured a bowl of wine, pushed it in front of the little beggar and said, "Drink some wine, don't worry!"

The little beggar picked up the wine bowl, then put it down again, swallowed the big mouthful of meat hard, and said, "My mother said that children can't drink, and when I come to my fifteenth birthday, my mother will allow me to drink!"

After hearing this, Ling Han smiled, thinking: his mother has never asked him to do this, and no one has ever cared about his own drinking, and there is also a drunkard master who forces him to drink. Now, Ling Han is not very fond of wine, but this stone bun wine is different from other wines, the more he drinks, the faster his divine consciousness cultivation will improve, but I don't know how mellow the stone bun wine in this immortal wine house is.

"Then eat more!" Ling Han would not learn from his drunkard master and force a child to drink.

The little beggar listened, took a deep breath, and was relieved. If Ling Han insisted on letting him drink by himself, he really didn't know how to refuse.

Ling Han picked up the bowl of wine and put it to his lips, and the aroma of thousand-year-old wine actually came to his nose. Ling Han was overjoyed in his heart: Could it be that this is the thousand-year-old stone bun wine in the Yumen Pass? Otherwise, how could there be such a mellow aroma?

In order to verify the age of this stone bun wine, Ling Han took a small drink.

The taste is light, although it has the aroma of the millennium, but it does not have the heritage of the millennium. No wonder the shopkeeper called this wine a century-old wine. It is true that there are many new wines, and once and again, this jar of stone bun immortal wine has become a century-old wine.

Although this wine is advertised as a century-old wine by the shopkeeper, it is much inferior to the small bottle of stone bun wine brought to him by the girl Meng, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

Ling Han took a sip of wine and couldn't help frowning.

Although the little beggar had been busy, his eyes always ignored Ling Han's face, and when he saw Ling Han frowning, the little beggar also stopped talking and asked with some concern: "Big brother, didn't you say that you don't have any money on you?"

Ling Han smiled: "Little brother, you don't have to worry about this, you just have to fill your stomach!"