At the entrance of the tavern, Tang Ming was walking in with a small jar of wine. When he saw that there were only the two of them in the tavern, he thought that these two guys had a big appetite and had closed their business just to drink the wine I brewed?

"Haha, the young man is finally here. If you don't show up again, I'm afraid I'll beat you up and lose faith." Mr. Wu sat at the table and said with a smile. At this time, his and Song Qian's eyes were staring at the wine jar in Tang Ming's hand.

"How can you be a person without trust?" Tang Ming also walked to the table and sat down, and said with a smile: "I'm not talented, so I've brewed some wine by myself. Please try it?"

As he said that, Tang Ming slowly placed the wine jar on the table and raised his eyes to both of them. The wine jar that Tang Ming brought today was not big, it was a small jar that was commonly found in the tavern. When Master Wu and Song Qian saw that Tang Ming had only brought such a small jar, their eyebrows couldn't help but start to look at each other in confusion.

"I said young man, today... is just a little wine?" Mr. Wu asked with his mouth slightly open, as if the amount was enough for him to drink a few sips.

"Wine is not about the amount, but about the essence." Tang Ming nodded and said, but he cursed in his heart: Two old guys, do you think my wine is to feed you?

After saying that, Tang Ming took off the plug on the wine jar with a "sweet!" and gently shook the wine jar. A faint sound of water came from the jar, and a strong and fragrant smell of wine suddenly drifted away, surrounding the air around him. As soon as Master Wu and Song Qian smelled such a strong and fragrant smell of wine, their eyebrows immediately flew up and took a deep breath. Their eyes were even more glaring as if they were facing lanterns, and the Adam's apples on their necks were squirming involuntarily.

"Then let's taste it first." Song Qian hurriedly took out three wine glasses, waved his hand and placed it in front of the three of them. It seemed that the old man who claimed to be a master of winemaking could not wait to taste it at this time.

"How can you be so untasteful? The wine has been delivered, why didn't you serve the wine?" Seeing the two of them slapped hungrily, Tang Ming cursed in anger: "Go quickly, get some fried soybeans, don't be fooled today's fine wine."

"This... OK, okay, I'll go right away." Song Qian was so angry that he stared at him, but as Tang Ming held the jar in his hand again, he always felt that his throat was dry and itchy, so he hurriedly got up and ran into the kitchen.

Seeing Song Qian running into the kitchen, Master Wu swallowed and asked with a smile: "Haha, we are reckless. By the way, in this gap, Wu asked the young hero's name and the name of the wine."

"I am here in Tang Ming, who came out of the countryside, has no identity." Tang Ming said: "As for this wine, I named it Qiongju Yule!"

"Qianjuice and jade liquid..." Mr. Wu licked his lips and muttered.

"Wine drinking requires many factors, just like a fairy who needs to wear beautiful clothes. This wine must be like this. The environment, mood, and things with a small mouth are the same. Come on, Mr. Wu, let's cultivate your mood first, and it will be even more pleasant to drink later." Tang Ming said happily, and after that, he couldn't help but take a deep breath in the mouth of the wine jar, and then slowly exhaled, with his face even more floating.

"This..." Mr. Wu was stunned. How could this be called cultivating his mood? This is obviously greedy. How uncomfortable would it be to just smell and not drink?

Hehe, seeing that I won’t hang around the wineworms in your stomach, Tang Ming thought to himself, before Song Qian finished preparing the wine and food, you, Master Wu, slowly fantasize.

Seeing that Tang Ming was holding the wine jar and not letting it go, Master Wu was already so anxious that he was itchy. His throat seemed to be on fire, and he always wanted to find something to extinguish it. In desperation, Master Wu could only grab the wine from Song Qian's restaurant and took a random sip to relieve his greed. But after smelling the smell of the wine, he drank Song Qian's things again, but it was as calm and boring as if drinking water.

After several minutes of hard work, Song Qian finally trotted out of the kitchen with side dishes. A butterfly fried soybeans and a plate of small river shrimps were all good things to drink.

"How is it? These two dishes are the best choice for wine!" Song Qian said proudly.

"Well, I'm a winemaker, and I know something." Tang Ming nodded and said.

Still knowing something? This sentence almost made Song Qian faint. He was also the most recognized wine brewer in Yongzhou City. Tang Ming dared to say that he "understands"? Although Song Qian was annoyed, after smelling the fragrant smell of wine, he suppressed his impulse and sat down obediently.

The side dishes also arrived. Under the eager eyes of Master Wu and Song Qian, Tang Ming finally raised the wine jar and slowly poured the wine into the cup. The jade juice came out of the jar and flowed slowly, clear and transparent, with an endless fragrance. Master Wu and Song Qian opened their eyes wide and were amazed after seeing the fine wine that Tang Ming poured out.

But what made Mr. Wu and Song Qian want to go crazy next was that Tang Ming only poured the fine wine into his cup, raised the wine glass and slowly drank it himself, and the jar was still in his hands, ignoring the two people sitting aside and standing stupidly.

"Young Master Tang? Why...forgot to pour us wine?" Mr. Wu asked hurriedly.

"Pour wine for you?" Tang Ming put down his glass and asked with a puzzled look: "Why did we make an appointment at the beginning? I said I could make a better wine than Mr. Song, but I didn't say I wanted to make it for you to drink? Mr. Song also has wine, we can just drink our own."

"Ah?" Looking at Tang Ming's rogue statement, Master Wu and Song Qian both looked at each other with strange expressions.

"But if you don't give us a taste, how do we know that the wine you brewed is better than mine? Maybe it's just a stronger aroma than the wine I brewed, how can we be sure?" Song Qian said hurriedly and dissatisfied.

"Yes, Young Master Tang, you should at least let us taste a little or two." Mr. Wu nodded and followed.

"Oh, I almost forgot, we have to make a comparison." Tang Ming nodded suddenly and realized, so he picked up a wine glass, poured half a cup of fine wine in the glass, handed it to Song Qian and said, "I am comparing wine with Mr. Song, so Mr. Song himself tasted it."

Mr. Wu was stunned. After making trouble, he had nothing to do with him. After Song Qian took the quilt with fine wine, he hurriedly put it in front of him carefully. After smelling it deeply, his eyes were almost falling out. Then Song Qian put the wine glass to his mouth, raised his head and drank it all.

Quiet, the entire tavern fell into silence. Tang Ming continued to savor the wine with a smile. Master Wu looked at Song Qian's reaction with a longing look, but Song Qian closed his mouth tightly and still stared wide, feeling the whole process of the wine falling from his mouth down his throat into his lungs.

"How is this wine?" Mr. Wu asked hurriedly.

Song Qian slowly raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, as if he had made some profound decision. Finally, the old face slowly turned red. After standing up and withdrawing for a few steps, he suddenly bent his knees toward Tang Ming, and said excitedly: "Disciple Song Qian, I am willing to worship Mr. Tang as his master! Please teach the skills of brewing wine!"

This was a promise from Song Qian half a month ago. If Tang Ming could brew good wine than him, he would be willing to be Tang Ming as his teacher.

Tang Ming raised his left hand lightly, and the true energy in his body formed a strong energy, entangled Song Qian's body and helped him up. Then he smiled and said, "I don't have that idea to accept you as a disciple. I'm not going to think about it later."

When Song Qian heard Tang Ming's words, he looked disappointed, but the truth was that he was already very old, and Tang Ming was young and energetic at this time. He probably had little prospect for recruiting disciples like him. Who would teach a disciple who was buried earlier than him?

"That... Young Master Tang, I am the city lord of Yongzhou City, Prince Wu of Wu, as my identity, I always have the qualifications to taste your fine wine, right?" This time, Wu Hou finally couldn't help but feel at all. Even Song Qian gave up without hesitation after drinking it, and was willing to become a disciple. It is conceivable how tempting this jade juice and jade juice are to it. Even his identity was shaken out, just for the first grade of this cup of jade juice and jade juice.

"Oh? It turns out that he is the Lord of the City," Tang Ming did not seem very surprised. He just made a point on his expression, and then said calmly: "But if I don't give it to you, will the Lord of the City still forcefully steal the things from the weak people?"

"This..." Wuhou was speechless, weak people? You are even stronger than me at a young age. I believe you are a weak people! I was so cursing in my heart, but Wuhou didn't dare to talk about it. After all, the young man in front of me cannot see through his cultivation. He will only be stronger than himself, not weaker than himself. Of course it is impossible to rob him forcibly, but the temptation of the jade juice is too great, which makes the wine insects in his stomach tumbling and killing people! In desperation, he could only ask with a smile: "Then... I'll buy it with Young Master Tang at a high price, which is good?"

Tang Ming thought about it, shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't need money, so I don't want to use this fine wine for business. But, it's not difficult to invite the city lord to drink some wine, so the city lord owes me a favor at that time... how about?"

Money has a price, favors are priceless, and it is also the favors of the Lord of One City, which is simply a blackmail!

"Okay! If I can taste such a good wine, just think that I owe Young Master Tang a favor!" Wu Hou said generously.

Hehe, I think you are a wine worm! Tang Ming laughed and said, "The wine jar in his hand was already filling all three cups with neatly.
Chapter completed!