Old Xue rode a tricycle with Yang Jing, and after a few turns, they arrived at the entrance of a restaurant. After getting off the tricycle, Old Xue said, "Brother Yang, although this restaurant is inconspicuous, the mutton hotpot here is very authentic. The owner of this restaurant is a descendant of the Eight Banners, and it seems that he was from the Bordered Yellow Banner, so the owner is very good at making mutton hotpot, and I guarantee that the taste is no worse than that of Donglaishun."
It is freezing cold today and I have been busy since early morning. It would be an absolute pleasure to have a warm and lively mutton hotpot.
"Okay! Since you say this place is good, let's eat here!" Yang Jing was also hungry, so he immediately agreed.
Pushing aside the heavy cotton curtain, a burst of hot air mixed with a strong smell of sheep immediately hit me in the face. The small hall was already full of people.
"Lao Bao, is there any room left?" After entering the room, Lao Xue yelled at the counter. A burly man immediately looked up and then came over with a smile on his face.
"Oh, it's Brother Xue. Yes, there's room. How many of you are there?"
"It's just the two of us. This is my good brother who came from afar. You have to show off your skills today."
"Don't worry, Brother Xue, don't you know my skills? Come on, please come in, there is a small single room inside."
Yang Jing and Lao Xue followed Lao Bao inside. When they passed the counter, Yang Jing looked up and saw that there was Moutai on the wine shelf inside the counter. He subconsciously asked, "Boss, is this Moutai real?"
As soon as Yang Jing said this, he felt a little regretful. It was all caused by the rampant fake liquor in later generations. In later generations, Maotai was everywhere, and no one knew whether it was real or fake. However, in this era, fake Maotai might really exist, but it would definitely not be as rampant as in later generations.
The boss was startled, his face changed for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, "Look at what you said. Although my store is small, the things I sell here are all real. We don't sell fakes here."
Yang Jing said apologetically: "Sorry, boss, this is mainly caused by fake wine. There are a lot of fake Moutai in our hometown, so I asked subconsciously. Since you can guarantee that it is real wine, then give me two bottles later!"
When the boss heard this, he finally smiled sincerely. Nowadays, nine out of ten people who come to eat at a fly restaurant like his drink Erguotou, either Hong Er or Niu Er. But this guy opened his mouth and ordered two bottles of Moutai. He must be a big customer...
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