Chu Tianqi nodded bitterly, turned around and strode out.
There was such a big battle today, even the patrol camp was dispatched, but he was still pushed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly. It was already embarrassing enough. If Huangfu Zhaonan threw him out again, he would really be embarrassed to see others.
He knew that Huangfu Zhaonan was not just talking.
After Chu Tianqi and his party left, those Xuanjia quickly drove out the armored vehicles, and also sent some people to clean up the mess on the ground and the bodies of the snipers upstairs.
Chu Xidao strode towards Junlin Pavilion and shouted loudly: "Old Wangtou...is he still alive? Old Wangtou..."
A short, fat old man, wearing a neat black chef's uniform and a striking rosacea, strode out from behind and said in a trembling voice: "I am... Third Young Master, Lao Wang is still alive..."
He strode forward and knelt down directly in front of Chu Xidao, with tears in his eyes and looking very excited.
Chu Xidao held the wine jar with one hand and lifted Lao Wang's head up with the other hand. He smiled and patted the wine jar in his hand and said, "Did you see that?
Xiaoyaozui tastes exactly the same as the one brewed by Xiaodi back then."
Upon hearing this, Lao Wangtou's tears immediately fell.
"A man whose body is half buried in the ground is still crying?
Don’t you think it’s embarrassing?”
Chu Xidao patted Lao Wangtou on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm happy today and I'm going to get drunk before I stop. Have your skills become rusty over the years?"
"No."
Lao Wang patted his chest and said, "I guarantee it will still taste the same as before."
Chu Xidao smiled and said, "Okay, let's stick to the old rules."
Lao Wangtou wiped away his tears and nodded heavily: "One hundred and eight bowls, please wait a moment, I will make them right away."
Chu Xidao nodded, turned around and waved to Chu Tianshu and Huangfu Zhaonan: "Come in and drink with me."
Chu Tianshu said to Ye Shaoliu: "Master Ye, please send Mr. Cao to the clinic first."
Ye Shaoliu responded: "Don't worry, Mr. Chu."
Chu Tianshu patted Ren Changfeng's shoulder again: "There are still a few jars of Xiaoyao Zui on the second floor of the clinic. Please help me move them over if you go."
Ren Changfeng nodded and said, "I'll go right away."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
After leaving the Forbidden City, Ren Changfeng scratched his hair and realized why he was so happy now that he was being driven by Chu.
When did it feel like an honor to be sent by Mr. Chu in my heart?
Ren Changfeng shook his head, smiled bitterly, and cursed: "Grandma's."
I don't know if he is scolding Chu Tianshu or himself.
…
In the car, Chu Tianqi and Chu Xijun both had gloomy faces and said nothing.
The white-haired young man sat across from them, a red chain snake slithering between his fingers, spitting out scarlet letters.
Chu Xijun felt a little numb when he saw it, and said angrily: "Wan Lang, can you put away that disgusting thing?
Otherwise, believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car?"
"It's so cute, how can it be disgusting?"
The white-haired young man muttered, but he kept the red-chain snake away and said with a grin: "Aunt Jun, don't be angry..."
Looking at the sultry arc created by the crossed legs of Chu Xijun, his eyes instantly became hot: "I will feel bad if Aunt Jun is angry."
Chu Xijun subconsciously leaned towards Chu Tianqi, but there were all independent seats in the car, and she couldn't lean over.
She leaned back again, her long and beautiful legs close together, and a hint of imperceptible disgust flashed in her eyes.
Chu Tianqi's eyes flickered and he winked at Chu Xijun without leaving any trace.
Chu Xijun cleared her throat and said with a cold face: "How could I not be angry?"
The white-haired young man slapped himself twice in the face: "Aunt Jun, please don't be angry, it's all my fault, I'm a bastard."
"none of your business."
Chu Xijun choked and said: "I am so humiliated by being bullied today. How can I go out to meet people in the future?"
A sharp look flashed in the white-haired young man's eyes: "Don't worry, Aunt Jun, I will definitely help you get rid of this bad breath."
"Let's forget it. I can't bear this tone."
Chu Xijun looked at the white-haired young man and said quietly: "That bastard is backed by Huangfu Zhaonan, and now even Chu Xidao is openly supporting him. You can't afford to offend him."
After saying that, she added: "Wan Lang, I don't mean to look down on you, I just don't want you to get into any trouble for venting your anger on me."
"In this tone, I will make a decision for you. I, Wan Lang, have never known what it means to be afraid."
The white-haired young man's eyes were stern: "Not to mention the boy named Chu who made me anxious, even Huangfu Zhaonan and Chu Xidao, I will do the same!"
He licked his lips with a ferocious expression: "Today is the beginning of his nightmare. I want him to watch the people around him die in front of him one by one, and fuck his woman to death in front of him."
Seeing the evil light in the white-haired young man's eyes, Chu Xijun couldn't help but shudder.
Chu Tianqi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "His woman is not just the one beside him, there is also a more charming and sultry woman. He attacked me because of that woman last time."
"Yeah?"
The white-haired young man's eyes flashed, "Where is that woman?"
The corners of Chu Tianqi's lips curled up: "Don't worry, Mr. Wan, I will help you find out the whereabouts of that woman."
…
Lao Wangtou's one hundred and eight dishes of imperial cuisine are indeed worthy of their reputation, and each dish is a top-notch delicacy.
Chu Tianshu and the three of them drank until it was almost dark, and then all the dishes were served. After a few leisurely drunkennesses, they all drank up.
Huangfu Zhaonan's face turned red after drinking, and he looked at Chu Tianshu and Chu Xidao, whose expressions remained unchanged and whose eyes became clearer the more they drank, with meaningful eyes.
Chu Xidao had some unfinished thoughts, looked at Chu Tianshu and said: "When will the next batch be brewed?"
Chu Tianshu said: "It depends on when Uncle Nan can prepare all the materials."
Chu Xidao looked at Huangfu Zhaonan with hope again.
Huangfu Zhaonan said hurriedly: "We are preparing, but there are a few things that are not so easy to find."
Chu Xidao said: "Assign someone to take charge of this matter. How many raw materials are needed?"
Huangfu Zhaonan said: "Third Young Master, can I find you another place to live?"
The corners of Chu Xidao's lips curled up: "Are there any conditions?
Or threaten me?"
Huangfu Zhaonan said with drunken eyes, "Both of them."
Chu Xidao gave a rare laugh, and after a moment, he said: "No need to find a place, I will live in Junlin Pavilion."
Huangfu Zhaonan looked happy: "Okay."
Chu Xidao's promise not to go back to the pavilion to eat and sleep in the open was already a rare concession. Moreover, the conditions of Junlin Pavilion were no worse than those of the top hotels in the northern capital. Huangfu Zhaonan naturally had nothing to dissatisfy.
Huangfu Zhaonan hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Third Young Master, my birthday is coming soon, and guests from all over the world are arriving one after another. Do you want to go back and show your face then?"
Chu Xidao picked up the wine jar on the table, turned it upside down, poured the last few drops into his mouth, and said lightly: "We'll see when the time comes."