With this greeting, the people around who were originally envious of the literati ordering a table of meat dishes, looked at Yan Qingrui and were immediately envious and jealous.

Why didn't they have the same table as the middle-aged scribes?

This middle-aged scholar obviously can't eat so much by himself, and the person who sits at the same table with him is really a blessing.

Think about it, radishes and cabbage are delicious. The meat dishes on the table are so delicious that people feel so beautiful that they feel so beautiful that they are so beautiful that they feel?

I didn't expect that this black and thin boy would have such a good taste.

Yan Qingrui smiled and said, "Thank you uncle, the food you are going to be served. Please do whatever you want!"

The middle-aged scholar rolled his eyes and looked at Yan Qingrui and said, "Why are you so unhappy at such a young age? Just ask you to eat it! Isn't there enough food for you?" He said to the waiter with a stern face: "Refuse his two dishes."

The waiter smiled and said, "Okay, it's just that we haven't started to fry yet!"

Yan Qingrui couldn't help laughing. She was just a free and easy person. Since the scholar invited her, she wouldn't be polite.

Yan Qingrui picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in her mouth. The fish meat was tender and melted in her mouth. It was fresh and beautiful. The juice and soup all tasted unique and fragrant.

The middle-aged scholar ate happily and said to Yan Qingrui while eating: "Little brother, you are too thin. Your little body is blown away by the wind when walking on the road. Eat more."

He said again: "It's not beautiful if you have food or wine."

Yan Qingrui said, "Uncle invited me to dinner, I'll invite me to a bar!" She said, "Waiter!"

The guy stepped forward and said, "What are the instructions for the guest?"

Yan Qingrui said: "Is there any wine in Gui Pavilion?"

The guy shook his head and said, "There are rules in the Shadow Valley. If you don't sell wine today and tomorrow, not only this building does not have it, but there are no restaurants in the valley. On the next day, there will be wine at the jar. If the guest wants to drink, you can enjoy the full amount of wine the next day!"

What is this strange rule?

Yan Qingrui looked at the scholar apologetically. She was not talking empty words, but she really wanted to invite the scholar to drink, but she didn't expect there was no alcohol to buy it.

The middle-aged scholar waved his hand and asked the waiter to go down. He touched the sleeves and took out a small wine gourd. The two belly of the wine gourd was not much bigger than the child's fist, and at most he could only hold two taels of wine.

The scribe took it out and looked at it, then put it back.

But after eating a few bites of the dishes, he seemed to be unable to help it, so he took it out again, looked at it, and put it back with a painful expression on his face.

Yan Qingrui: "..."

The dish worth thousands of taels of silver was so much that he didn't frown. It was really interesting to have a little wine that made him tangle for a long time.

Finally, the scholar took out the small wine gourd for the third time, with a look of sacrificing expression, and said, "Good food must be served with good wine. I don't have much wine, little brother, we each drink one."

Yan Qingrui shook her head and smiled, "It's not good to drink it, uncle should drink it yourself!"

Such a small gourd and the scribe's painful expression, he was obviously a good wine person. Not to mention one cup, two cups are not enough for him to stuff his teeth, right?

A gentleman does not win over what he likes, and she does not really like the things in the cup.

Unexpectedly, the scholar was so stern and said unhappily: "How can you say that? Am I such a stingy person? Since I have a meal at the same table, I am destined to drink with you, so I will naturally have wine."

He took two wine glasses and opened the lid of the wine gourd.
Chapter completed!