"Are you deaf? Since you know it's a thousand taels, you still offer five hundred taels. Do you think I'm stupid? I said I'm not selling. What, are you trying to rob me?"
The man clearly hadn't expected Song Ning to be so rude. He pointed at her for a long time without saying a word, and finally turned and left.
These people thought a thousand taels was too expensive, but now that the shop has been sold, they regret it. Why didn't they do this sooner?
"If anyone like this comes to the door again, throw them out immediately."
"yes."
In the evening, Song Ning took his people out for dinner. Huzhou was quite lively at night, with many people on the streets. They went out together to drink and eat.
On the way, we happened to run into Yang Tou.
Yang insisted on inviting her to his home for dinner, but Song Ning's original intention was to try the local dishes at a restaurant in Huzhou, so she naturally wouldn't go with Yang. She even invited him to join her.
“Perfect timing. Yang Tou is from Huzhou, so he can come with us and give us some recommendations.”
Upon entering the restaurant, it wasn't too crowded, so we chose a private room upstairs.
Several people sat by the window, overlooking a bustling, brightly lit street, a scene of peace and tranquility.
The waiter first served appetizers, followed by drinks.
Song Ning took a small sip. It was fruit wine, sweet and sour, and the taste was acceptable.
"This fruit wine is no good, it's too astringent. It's obviously not fermented properly. It's not as good as the wine I make at home," Yang said with a look of disgust.
Xiao Cui also took a sip, smacked her lips, and said, "I think it tastes pretty good."
"No, this tastes like it's made with fruit that's about to spoil. How much is this pot of silver?"
"I just looked at the menu, it should be half a tael of silver per pot."
"So expensive?"
Yang's disgust was even more obvious: "I should have brought some from home. These are simply inedible."
Song Ning seemed to understand something, so he asked, "Does Yang's family brew wine?"
Yang Tou laughed: "We do make some wine, but it doesn't sell well. It's just for our family to drink. I'll bring some to you another day, and you'll know once you try it."
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