Tang Huan sat down with Li Daikui and Qin Yu at a window near the street.

The window was propped up with small wooden sticks to ensure air circulation.

It also allows guests to enjoy the view outside the window.

"Even Wanfuji doesn't use glass, so it seems this business can be put on the agenda..." Tang Huan muttered softly.

"The wine is here."

The waiter approached carrying two jugs of wine and enthusiastically introduced them: "Sir, this is Wanfuji's finest wine, Thirteen Spices. As soon as you open it, the aroma will waft for miles. At the same time, the price is reasonable, and it is one of the most popular wines in the capital. Please enjoy."

When I inquired about the price, it was indeed a reasonably priced drink.

People in the business class can afford it, and it's not considered beneath some officials to drink it.

If the taste is really as the waiter described, it will indeed be very popular.

Tang Huan sniffed and looked at the guests at the next table.

There sat a young man in his early twenties, dressed in white, with bangs on his forehead.

Judging from his profile alone, he's a handsome man who's no less dashing than Tang Huan. Of course, that's just Tang Huan's opinion.

With Tang Huan's confidence, he couldn't find many people in the capital who were more handsome than him.

"Was that the Thirteen Spices drink?"

The waiter glanced to the side, his expression turning somewhat strange, and nodded slightly.

Tang Huan ignored the waiter's actions, paid the bill, and waved for him to leave.

Immediately afterwards, we prepared to open the bottle and taste the famous Thirteen Spices.

"Sir, why buy wine? We brought our own wine with us this time. Is our own wine inferior to this so-called Thirteen Spices?"

Li Daikui touched a wine flask at his waist.

Qin Yu added, "And it's expensive too!"

To be honest, the price of Thirteen Spices is quite reasonable in Beijing; it's neither expensive nor cheap.

This was also Tang Huan's idea.

However, Li Daikui and Qin Yu had become somewhat accustomed to the prices in Qihuai County and had some complaints about it.

After all, the liquor they brought was less than half the price of Thirteen Spices in Qihuai County.

Upon hearing this, the guests at the next table immediately turned to look at them.

Tang Huan smiled at the other person.

He ignored Li Daikui and Qin Yu and opened the wine pot.

The aroma of the wine immediately filled the air.

Tang Huan poured herself a glass and took a small sip.

"This is not bad, you should try it."

Tang Huan pushed another unopened jar of wine toward Li Daikui and Qin Yu.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: he would drink one pot by himself, and the other pot would be for the two of them.

Li Daikui, skeptical, opened a flask of wine. He leaned in to smell it, then frowned and shook his head, saying, "Sir, can you really drink this wine? Why don't you drink our own wine instead?"

After saying that, he took the wine flask from his waist.

Unlike Li Daikui, Qin Yu didn't go straight for it; instead, he simply tasted the Thirteen Spices.

Then, he couldn't help but frown and say, "The aroma is nice, but it's a bit spicy and irritating, making it hard to swallow..."

As soon as he said this, the guests at the next table looked over.

Tang Huan noticed this and raised her glass to the other person from afar.

It was only a little past nine in the morning, and there was already an empty wine jug on the young man's table. He was drinking his second jug of wine, clearly an old drunkard.

Li Daikui placed the wine pot on the table and then opened the cork on it.

Compared to Thirteen Spices, its aroma is not as pronounced.

But a moment later, a delicate fragrance began to waft through the air, even overpowering the aroma of the Thirteen Fragrances on both tables.

Out of the corner of my eye, a dark shadow appeared.

Tang Huan looked up and saw that the young man in white had already come to her side.

His gaze fell on the wine jug in Li Daikui's hand. "What kind of wine is this?"

"This is our homemade wine, it doesn't have a name, but you can try it if you're interested," Tang Huan said with a smile.

It's not a bad thing that an old drunkard is interested in his own wine.

The young man in white cupped his hands in greeting, and without any hesitation, plopped down next to Tang Huan.

"Da Kui, pour the wine."

Following Tang Huan's instructions, Li Daikui poured a glass of wine for the young man in white.

Before Li Daikui could make any other move, the young man took the wine glass to his own face, picked it up, and smelled it intensely.

The faint fragrance is not obvious and is almost negligible compared to the Thirteen Spices.

But the fragrance is long-lasting and lingers.

The young man looked intently at the wine glass, then took a small sip.

Then, his furrowed brows immediately relaxed.

"Does this wine really have no name?" the young man pressed.

"Indeed, no, but some people like to call it Fenjiu."

"Fenjiu?" A name he had never heard of before. The young man recalled all the wines he had drunk, but had no recollection of them.

Tang Huan chuckled and said, "The names were all taken from the stories by the people below. They liked the story by the Fen River, so they named it Fenjiu."

"I just heard him call you 'sir'? May I ask where you hold your post?" the young man asked solemnly.

Tang Huan waved his hand, "It's nothing special, just a minor county magistrate position."

The young man immediately asked, "Tang Huan?"

He showed no surprise, no speculation, as if confirming a fact.

Tang Huan didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Wan Xin?"

The next moment, the young man drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down and gestured to Tang Huan.

Tang Huan shook her head slightly, raised her own cup of Thirteen Spices, and drank it all without changing her expression.

The glass was turned upside down, and not a single drop fell.

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