"This..." the waiter was confused, "Girl, we have good wine here, and what you just drank was one of them. But every guest has different preferences, and we don't know which one you like. Otherwise, we have different wines."
I’ll give you a pot, which one do you like?”
The woman waved her hand casually, "Get out of the way, you're blocking me."
The waiter inexplicably got out of the way, and that direction was the table where Mu Lingbo and his son were sitting.
She sniffed it with her nose, looking like she was enjoying it, and pointed over there and said, "I want the wine on their table. I love the aroma. It's sweet and refreshing. It must be good wine."
"Here, girl, do you want a different kind? In fact, the wine we have here also has Biqingzhu, Yao..."
"Stop, stop, stop, what a mess." The woman interrupted impatiently, "Are you afraid that I won't have the money to pay? I have a lot of money. Do you want to drink a pot of good wine?"
"The wine on that table..." the waiter came closer and whispered, "it's not from our place. The wine on that table was reserved, and the wine was specially shipped here. It is said to be Yuqionggan, which is usually only
Supplied to princes and nobles.”
Mu Lingbo still held a wine glass in her right hand. The copper-yellow cup had fine and delicate textures. The wine in the cup was indeed mellow and sweet, but she had never studied wine much, and she didn't know the name of the wine.
The only wine name she has ever heard of is a wine called Zuimeng, which is said to be magical. But the winemaker is only in Holy Land City, and the quantity is only a small amount each year. Even the royal family can only taste it during pilgrimage.
arrive.
However, it is said that the winemaker passed away a few years ago. Although the brewing method has been passed down, the brews made by others have always been a little inferior.
Therefore, everything brewed by the original brewer during his lifetime has become a treasure, and now even the royal family has no chance to see it.
I heard this from Bai Di, a guy who was addicted to alcohol. Every time he mentioned the drunken dreams he had, he wished he could turn back time.
"Why are they princes and nobles? It's not like I haven't seen your Haoli royal family before. There is no such person. And I am so rich, don't I count as princes and nobles? Get me a pot too."
The waiter didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "That... really belongs to others, not the wine delivered through us. Girl, you have to be reasonable!"
The woman looked over there, the back of her index finger lightly crossed the tip of her nose, stood up suddenly, and sat down unceremoniously while carrying her own baggage.
She clasped her fists cheerfully and said, "I have met this lady and the young master."
Mu Lingbo pursed his lips and looked at her with a chuckle, "Who is your Excellency?"
"My surname is Zhuang, and my single name is Yi Ning."
The waiter hurriedly followed, "Miss Mu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Mu Lingbo raised his hand, "It doesn't matter, you can go down."
Mu Xiaobao raised his eyes from the food, "Hey, sister, are you here to ask for a drink?"
Zhuang Ning waved her hand neatly, "Why are you asking for a drink? I'm not a beggar. However, I would like to come over and ask this lady if she is willing to part with her."
Mu Xiaobao said with a smile, "Xiaobao doesn't drink. Since you are so rich, sister, how about selling Xiaobao to you? Only half is left, so ten thousand gold?"
Mu Xiaobao swung the wine bottle and smiled, waiting for an answer.
Zhuang Ning's smile immediately stopped on her face, "Um...what did you just say?"
"You're kidding, Xiaobao just wants to see if you are really rich, sister."
Zhuang Ning hummed, "Are you kidding? I, Zhuang Ning, have never been a freeloader. I don't have ten thousand gold, but I have this."
She threw the package she had been holding on the table casually, and the heavy sound showed the weight of the package.
