On a rainy day, Maomao is running rampant in the barn. What could happen?
Yu Sheng was wondering, and he and Bai Gaoxing rushed to the barn in the rain and saw Maomao walking back and forth in the barn.
It raises its legs high and steps like a horse in dressage, extremely elegant.
The donkey's head swayed from side to side, its tail swung, and from time to time it bumped the strong horse blocking it with its shoulder, and those who disobeyed were treated with saliva.
After going back and forth, all the guests' horses were driven into corners, even exposing their butts to the rain.
Only the buffalo remained calm and composed. Maomao bumped into it and was pushed back three or four steps.
It shook its head, swayed, changed direction, and walked towards Yu Sheng and the others who were standing at the door.
"What's going on?" Yu Sheng was also confused, "Is Maomao crazy?"
While they were talking, Maomao had already walked in front of them. When Yu Sheng refused to step away, Maomao squeezed towards Yu Sheng with a glare.
Yu Sheng turned up his palms and said, "When I hit you, I have a back-up."
Seeing Yu Sheng raise his palm, Maomao stopped. Just when Yu Sheng thought it was shocked, a mouthful of water spurted out.
Yu Sheng subconsciously avoided it, "Pfft, it smells so strong of alcohol." Bai Gaoxing, who was hit, said.
He wiped his face and asked Yu Sheng: "Are you drunk? You're drunk from a jar of linden wine?"
Yu Sheng took a sniff and said, "What is the wine? It went to steal the wine again."
"What kind of wine did you steal?" Aunt Qing stood behind them holding an oil-paper umbrella.
"I brewed strong liquor and can light it up." Yu Sheng turned around and ran towards the room where the wine was stored. When he opened the door, he saw a can of cannon and the light was turned on.
The cannons and lights were very strong, but the donkey was not fucked in one bite. It was just that the rest of his life was not easy to sell to customers, so it was still his.
Opening another vat, Aunt Qing used a wine pick to scoop out some wine.
After taking a bite, she felt like a knife was stuffed in her mouth. She didn't dare to stop for a moment and hurriedly swallowed it.
As soon as the wine fell into the stomach, a surge of alcoholic energy rushed to the top of the head. After a moment of fainting, the entire alcoholic energy disappeared.
Aunt Qing frowned, "Is this the strong wine you brewed?"
There is no gentle and long-lasting taste at all. It only pays attention to the momentum and not the taste.
"Why, it's not strong enough?" Yu Sheng said.
"It's strong enough and has enough energy, but it's also called wine and has no taste at all." Aunt Qing said.
"But it's cheap," Yu Sheng said. "The price is cheap and the wine tastes great. It's most suitable for poor people who are on the road."
Aunt Qing's eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be sword energy condensing in the air. Bai Gaoxing could clearly feel it.
For the rest of my life, I was still complacent about my cleverness, thinking who dared to say that my inn didn't have strong liquor, I would kill him with a cannon and a lantern.
Bai Gaoxing said hurriedly: "I'm going to take care of Maomao so that I don't scare the guest's horse."
As soon as Bai Gaoxing went out, he heard Yu Sheng's cry of pain coming from the wine room, "It hurts, it hurts."
"If your wine is tasted by the Jiu Xian, your skin will be peeled off. Is this also called wine?" Aunt Qing said.
"Why isn't this called wine?" Yu Sheng said, "Who is the wine master?"
"Jiu Xian is a master of wine making and never drinks bad wine in his life." Aunt Qing said.
"It's not like I asked him to drink it. What he drank was fine wine, and what I brewed was something to forget about worries."
"Then what should I drink?" Aunt Qing asked. She had been looking forward to the strong wine she would make for the rest of her life for a long time, but she didn't expect that just strong wine didn't count as wine.
Only then did Yu Sheng realize that it was not the wine master who disliked the wine, but that he had disappointed his aunt.
Yu Sheng stood on tiptoes to reduce the pain in his ears, "I'm still drunk as a tourist."
"A tourist is drunk?" Aunt Qing let go of Yu Sheng's ear, "Tell me earlier, come here, let Auntie see if the ear hurts."
It was only when she lowered her head that she saw Yu Sheng standing on tiptoes and leaning on her chest. She subconsciously stepped on his foot, causing Yu Sheng to hold his foot and cry out in pain.
"Why are you stepping on me?" Yu Sheng said in pain.
The blush disappeared in a flash, and Aunt Qing straightened her clothes, "It's nothing, bring me the wine quickly."
"My feet hurt." Seeing Aunt Qing glare at him, Yu Sheng said hurriedly, "I'll go right away."
They came out of the house and saw Bai Gaoxing pulling the donkey's tail to prevent it from kicking and biting a horse. "I don't believe you can't control your donkey's temper."
Maomao's struggle became more intense. Aunt Qing went over to the oil-paper umbrella and turned it around. The rainwater hit one end of it, and Maomao suddenly calmed down.
Yu Sheng said: "This is not the temper of a donkey. This is the temper of a dog who bullies the weak and fears the strong."
"Why don't you bite the horse?" Bai Gaoxing wiped his sweat and pulled the horse that was squeezed away by Maomao back to comfort him.
When I spent the rest of my life getting drunk from tourists, I remembered that the guests still wanted soup.
The child in the woman's arms was less than one year old, so steamed egg custard was just right.
Yu Sheng went into the kitchen and steamed egg custard with the eggs sent by his fifth grandma. He accidentally made too much, so when he brought it out, he also handed a bowl to Aunt Qing.
"Why should I eat this?" Aunt Qing was drinking happily.
"Let you recuperate." Yu Sheng said and took another bowl and went upstairs.
The woman was coaxing the child. When she saw that Yu Sheng was bringing egg custard, she said, "He seems to dislike eating custard. He didn't eat a bite of the one I made last time."
After Yu Sheng was stunned, the woman said again: "I'll give it a try."
She scooped up a spoonful with her spoon, blew on the hot air and handed it to the baby. To her surprise, the baby didn't reject it at all.
"He ate it." The woman was very happy, "He is still a human being... the food cooked by the inn suited his taste."
She looked at Yu Sheng, "How did you do it?"
Yu Sheng told her the steps, and the woman said: "I did the same thing, why doesn't he like to eat it?"
"Perhaps I added a few drops of soy sauce for seasoning," Yu Sheng said. The soy sauce was redeemed by the inn and it tastes great.
"Soy sauce?" the woman asked, "Can you sell me some when you leave?"
The inn’s soy sauce was originally for cooking and taking out, so Yu Sheng immediately agreed.
Seeing that the woman had no instructions, Yu Sheng turned around and left the room. When he closed the door, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the child was missing a little finger.
When he closed the door, he met Chu Sheng and the others coming downstairs, and in the midst of the noise, he forgot about the matter.
"Shopkeeper Yu, come on, let me try your tofu." Chu Sheng said, "We both came here because of its reputation."
Yu Sheng wondered: "What's the reputation of my tofu?"
"You don't know?" Chu Sheng said.
"I should know?" Yu Sheng looked at him.
"Oh, right, you don't know." Chu Sheng pointed at Zhou Dafu, "Thanks to his brother, you are now very famous in Yangzhou City."
"Young man from a poor family?" Yu Sheng said, it must have been Zhou Jiuzhang's big mouth that spread the word to him.
Zhou Dafu was shocked, "Are you the most ruthless person in the world?"
"Isn't that what you are talking about?" Yu Sheng said.
"No." Zhou Dafu shook his head. He was more interested in this nickname, "Shopkeeper Yu, you are awesome. Fortunately, we are not enemies."
"I heard that Shopkeeper Yu specializes in men's vitals and became famous in one battle." He approached Yu Sheng and said, "Shopkeeper Yu, why are you so immoral in your skills? Teach me a lesson."
"Only your Zhou family's "Nine Chapters of Sword Art"." Yu Sheng said, "How can I specialize in killing people's vital points?"
"The Zhou family's swordsmanship!" Zhou Dafu was stunned, "Our family's swordsmanship has such power, why didn't I notice it?"