Lu Chen smiled a little awkwardly and said, "How could it be, this is what my friend got through a relationship."

Qi Xiaoxiao said casually, "Brother Lu Chen, I've always been straightforward, and I'm joking, shouldn't you be angry?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "How could I be angry with you."

Qi Xiaoxiao vaguely knew that her mother Lin Zifang was somewhat interested in trying to match him and Lu Chen.

However, she obviously has no interest in such a big brother who has not been seen for more than ten years.

In particular, hearing that Lu Chen didn't have any serious work and was dressed so old-fashioned, it made him feel a little disgusted in his heart.

However, although Lu Chen does not smoke or drink, and he is not very familiar with these tobacco and alcohol things, he is very confident in his gifts.

After all, Liu Yunqian looks like he is either rich or expensive, and the things he gives away will definitely not be tattered.

Qi Mingshui opened the He Shou Wu box again, just glanced at it, and said with a look of disgust: "What is this, it's black."

Lu Chen hurriedly said, "Uncle, this is a hundred-year-old He Shou Wu, you can usually cut it into small pieces and soak it in wine, and after drinking it, it will strengthen your body."

"It can also be used to make soup and stewed meat for food supplementation, the effect is very good, usually only need to use a small piece of ......"

Before Lu Chen's words were finished, Qi Mingshui said impatiently, "Ah, okay, okay, I know, I know, take the kitchen."

After finishing speaking, Qi Mingshui directly threw He Shou Wu to the servant next to him, too lazy to take another look.

He turned his head to look at Lin Zifang again and asked, "When will Ma Lao come over?"

Lin Zifang said: "I just called, and he said that he is on the road now, and it will be in a few minutes at most."

Qi Mingshui nodded and said, "That's okay, let's serve the food directly now, don't let people wait."

Lin Zifang nodded, and then instructed the servants to bring the wine and food to the table one by one.

Until the last beef hot pot is served, the whole room is filled with a fresh fragrance.

Lu Chen glanced at it, and the hot pot was directly black, and there was a whole thing like a long sweet potato inside.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, shouldn't he have stewed his entire He Shou Wu just now?

Qi Mingshui also saw the hot pot, couldn't help frowning, and asked the maid loudly, "Sister-in-law Li, what's the matter with my Wagyu hot pot?" Why is it so black, have you burned it?"

Sister-in-law Li hurriedly said, "Just now, sir, you asked me to bring that Chinese medicine to the kitchen, and I put it in this hot pot and stewed it for a while, but I didn't expect it to become like this."

Qi Mingshui glared at Sister-in-law Li fiercely and said, "This is the best Wagyu beef imported from Japan, which was specially prepared for the hospitality of Ma Lao."

"This is an A3-level high-grade Wagyu cow, and you actually ruined me like this."

"Okay, okay, no more talk, just take this thing down quickly, I think you're bad."

Although he was blaming Sister-in-law Li on the surface, the meaning in and out of his words was clearly scolding Lu Chen.

Lin Zifang hurriedly stepped forward, stopped Sister-in-law Li, and said, "Wait, don't be busy serving it, I smell this hot pot and it's quite fragrant."

"If you don't eat it, Lu Chen and I will just eat it."

Qi Mingshui's face turned pale, and he said to Lin Zifang, "Look at this hot pot is black like this, do you say that this is eaten by people?"

"Ma Lao will come after a while, let the family see what it looks like this?"

"Hurry up and take down this hot pot, and take down all the cigarettes and alcohol, we can't afford to lose this person."

Listening to Lin Zifang's explanation to Lu Chen, this Ma Lao is the president of the Tianzhou City Calligraphy and Painting Association and the top boss in the literary and entertainment industry, and it is said that he is as famous as the master of the fire eye and the king of jade.

This Qi Ming level often has to do things and do business, so he naturally doesn't dare to slack off.

Listened

Qi Mingshui's words, Sister-in-law Li was about to send the hot pot back to the kitchen.

"Hahaha, Lao Qi, Xiao Fang, I came here with a meal." An old Xie who was about fifty or sixty years old and wearing a Tang costume walked in quickly.

He sniffled lightly and couldn't help but say, "Hmm...... This is the best Wagyu beef, and it tastes so good."

"Sister-in-law Li, what are you doing with that hot pot? Don't you want me to eat it?"

This Ma Lao is obviously very familiar with Lin Zifang's family, so he is not so polite when he speaks.

Qi Mingshui took a step forward, stopped Ma Lao, and said with some embarrassment, "Ma Lao, in fact, this is the best Wagyu beef hot pot I specially prepared for you."

"But this sister-in-law Li accidentally put some messy Chinese medicine in it, and this hot pot was completely wasted." "I'll ask Sister-in-law Li to cook you another dish and make it up for you."

"Messy Chinese medicine? I'll see." Ma Lao was not polite, he directly opened the lid of the hot pot, just glanced at it, and immediately his eyes widened, and he said excitedly: "A hundred years of He Shou Wu!"

He didn't even bother to hold the chopsticks, he directly pinched a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly: "A3 grade Wagyu, the most important thing is to add this superb He Shou Wu, this taste is amazing."

"This hundred-year-old He Shou Wu is the best of the best, and it has been speculated to a price of one million in the market, which can be called the king of medicine."

Ma Lao said bitterly, "Lao Qi, I didn't say you, your family really has a mine."

"Usually, it is enough to cut a small piece of stewed meat and soak wine in this He Shou Wu, but your family actually stewed a whole rod into it, which is simply a tyrannical thing."

"This pot of meat is worth at least a million."

"If you don't want this He Shou Wu, give it to me, it's a waste."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine next to him again, and said with a surprised face: "Oh, Lao Qi, your family really has a mine, and you actually have this kind of 30-year-old Moutai in your family?"

Qi Mingshui was a little embarrassed, and said to Ma Lao, "Ma Lao, this wine is fake, you see that this color is yellow like this, and there is sediment underneath."

"How can you drink this wine? I'll have someone change a bottle of Qiliangye for you."

"What bullshit Qiliangye, can he compare to this wine?" Ma Laoyi snatched the wine bottle and said to Qi Mingshui, "Do you really don't understand or fake don't understand?"

"Let me tell you about this wine, it's a puree wine made from pure grains."

"It's 10,000 times stronger than the current blended and distilled industrial liquor."

"At that time, there were only tens of thousands of jars of wine made that year, and this wine was equivalent to the 82-year-old Lafite abroad."

"Now this 30-year-old Moutai, that's drinking one bottle and one bottle less."

"The last time I drank this kind of wine, I saw it at a cultural exchange fair led by the city."

"That time, after drinking this old Moutai, I drank other wine, it was like drinking urine."

"I didn't expect to see this kind of wine again in your house."

"I'm really going to kill my old man, hurry up, fill me up, fill me up."