Zhao Xin laughed heartily and said, "Old Master, you are wrong. Life is short of a hundred years, yet we often worry about a thousand. A true man should live his life with a clear mind and not let his golden cup face the moon in vain. Why worry about age or what will happen tomorrow?"

The old soldier was stunned at first, then he couldn't help laughing and nodded, saying, "That makes sense. Then give me another bowl."

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this. Xiao Cui picked up the wine jar and was about to pour wine for the old soldier. Nan Luoying hurriedly stopped her and gave Zhao Xin a cold look.

Then he picked up another wine jar and said, "Old man, you should drink this warmer. Your health is the most important thing."

As he said this, he personally poured a bowl for the old soldier.

The old soldier laughed again, neither being modest nor reserved.

Although he knew that Zhao Xin and Nan Luoying must be noble people, but when people reach his age and have some experience, they will naturally be open-minded.

What is cheap and what is expensive? I can’t say that I have seen through it all, but I have suddenly understood it.

I didn't want to see a young man like the postmaster like this. I was so worried about him, afraid that he would offend the nobleman.

Fortunately, Zhao Xin and the others seemed very friendly and casual, so he felt a little relieved.

However, the postmaster was still frightened when he saw Nan Luoying pouring wine for the old soldier personally. Maybe it was because the barbecue was too hot or he was scared, but there was more sweat on his forehead.

The old soldier actually picked up the wine bowl and took another sip. He then shook his head in dismay and said, "It really lacks a bit of flavor."

Everyone couldn't help but smile again. They all thought that this old soldier was interesting. Although he was just an old soldier, he lived with a bit of the flavor of a wise man.

The postmaster almost sprained his old waist.

The postmen on both sides also grinned and laughed foolishly when they saw this, feeling both envious and surprised.

They had never seen a nobleman who could drink and chat with an old soldier and talk and laugh freely.

I have never seen a noble lady pouring wine for an old soldier with her own hands and caring about his health.

They all thought to themselves, "These nobles are really different from the other nobles."

But no one dared to come forward to talk to Zhao Xin and others, or ask for a bowl of wine.