"Brother Yi, to tell you the truth, my daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was a child, and she is even more considerate to me."
"There is a saying that a daughter is her father's caring little cotton-padded jacket..."
After some eloquent emotion, Xie Hongchun's eye sockets were moist, and he returned to the topic at the same time: "Nephew Anfeng, since you agree with my family, her mother and I will not object."
"It's the end of the year. According to what the wandering Taoist said, if you are free from disaster, you must get married at the age of twenty."
"Meeting you, hey, it's fate."
"My Xie family has no special requirements. Everything follows customs."
"Wu Yi, what are you doing behind the curtain? Are you hungry?"
"My dear, hurry up and serve the food."
"Come on, nephew An Feng and brother Yi, let's drink first."
"Snapped."
The spirit wine is opened, and the aroma of the wine overflows.
An Feng's face wearing a human skin mask instantly showed a look of disbelief, and he quickly pressed it down forcefully.
"This wine..."
Lifting the glass and sniffing it, he probed with gleaming eyes: "Did you buy it from the 'Shenxian Zui'?"
What Xie Hongchun wanted was the surprised look of his "future son-in-law", and he couldn't help bragging: "The gods are drunk, the general is drunk, all the wine in Dongluo combined is not as good as the "unnamed wine" brewed by my brother Yi."
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"Look at the hops and the quality of the wine. You can't buy it in Yingjiang City."
"In other words, Brother Yi and I got married, and we drank for free without spending a penny."
"If it is really sold outside, I am not bragging. This wine will cost less than a gold coin."
"It has a proper price but no market. It's not enough to sell at all."
An Feng calmly smiled and said, "It's worth the price."
He opened his mouth and pursed his lips slightly, looking at Suning sitting opposite him out of the corner of his eye. His heart was shaking like a thunderous explosion, out of control.
Spiritual wine, the highest grade spiritual wine.
Various spiritual fruits and elixirs are fermented and brewed, then sealed in a place with abundant spiritual energy for three years or even longer.
Long-term consumption of this wine can not only strengthen the body, but also prolong life.
Let alone ordinary people who can't afford to drink, they simply can't buy it.
And Suning...
He was a drugstore owner with an unattractive appearance. He looked to be in his early thirties. He was not well-dressed and had no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations outside his body.
So where did he get this rare spiritual wine?
Thinking in the flash of lightning, An Feng had a lot of thoughts.
He directly ignored Xie Hongchun, who was suffering from alcohol addiction, and focused all his attention on Suning: "Uncle Yi, my nephew has a merciless request."
"Well, it's our first time meeting. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be so annoying."
"But the wine that Uncle Yi brews is really tempting for alcoholics. It is the best wine that I have never tasted outside in all these years."
"Good, good beyond description."
Putting down the wine glass, he gave a thumbs up and said: "So I would like to ask Uncle Yi to part with a few jars. My nephew is willing to spend a lot of money to buy them."
Xie Hongchun interjected: "We will be a family from now on. Your Uncle Yi is so generous, so why would you have the nerve to ask for your money?"
"If you really have that heart, forget about the money and buy him good tea."
"At once......"
"The "Qunfang Tea Pavilion" next door to your Muxiu Building has a very good "que'erzui". You can buy it for seven or eight pounds."
An Feng smiled and said nothing, did not answer Xie Hongchun's words, and waited quietly for Suning to express his position.
"Well, when it comes to wine, a thousand cups is too little to meet a close friend. Are ten jars enough?"
"If that's not enough, I also have a hundred altars."
Suning looked at An Feng without changing his expression. He knew that the other party was testing him.
But so what?
Xie Wuhan is on the safe side. I just hope that this guy who came here for luck can retreat and don't force him to go on a killing spree.
"Oh? Thank you very much, Uncle Yi."
An Feng clasped his fists and raised the corners of his mouth.
