"In this river?"

At the table, Zhao Rong looked quite serious.

"Ahem," Fan Yushu coughed awkwardly. He also felt that it was absurd for everyone to come and chat with a strange shopkeeper with a foul mouth after eating a lot, so he stopped keeping the secret and said directly, "Actually, it's all for the drinks here."

Zhao Rong glanced at Xiao Qian'er who was asking for wine, with no expression on his face, and nodded:

"I knew that those groups of people who came to eat at this remote restaurant were probably not here for its fame or the desire to eat. Either there are good things hidden here, or the proprietress is famous for her beauty, so they have to try one of them."

Fan Yushu raised his thumbs in front of his belly, "I knew that with your intelligence, I couldn't hide it from you. Ziyu is more experienced."

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, away from him, and said with a slight smile, "Brother Yushu, you are too kind. I don't know as much as you do."

"I'm so sorry."

“…”

The two of them praised each other's business tacitly.

Fan Yushu continued:

"It is rumored that the wine of Xia Chong Zhai is very magical, but it is very difficult for customers to drink it. Because if an outsider wants to enter Xia Chong Zhai, in addition to obtaining information about its location through some hidden channels, he must also please the owner of Xia Chong Zhai before he can enter and sit at the table."

He paused, and then said, "After serving, if you want to drink the wine and beverages collected by Xia Chong Zhai, you must meet some strict conditions."

"What conditions?" Zhao Rong asked, thought for a moment, and twitched his lips, jokingly saying, "While chatting with Shopkeeper Zhao, did I trigger a key plot?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, but didn't receive the package, but nodded anyway:

“I do have to chat with him, but the chat has to be about things that interest the shopkeeper, or things he doesn’t know. Sometimes I also have to answer some of his questions.

"I heard that how to discuss it specifically and what the rules are depend on the mood of Xia Chong Zhai's owner. He has to be satisfied. Only then can you drink Xia Chong Zhai's wine. However, whether it is to his liking is entirely up to him. Otherwise, he will never sell you a glass of wine."

Zhao Rong showed some curiosity, "There is such a weird thing... Well, now it seems that this person is indeed capable of doing it."

Fan Yushu stole a glance at the black-hearted shopkeeper who was arguing with Fairy Zhao, and nodded in agreement, "Indeed."

Zhao Rong nudged his friend's forearm with his elbow, "Brother Yushu, you haven't told me what's so special about his drink."

Fan Yushu's face became serious, and he whispered quietly: "I heard that there is a kind of wine in Xia Chong Zhai, called Bing Niang Wine, which has the miraculous effect of keeping one's youth. Those guests who can enter the door and sit at the table, if their 'chatting' can satisfy the shopkeeper, most of them will have a drink."

"Eternal beauty?" Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and thought softly, smiling, "Wouldn't that make him very popular among the women on the mountain?"

Fan Yushu thought about it and nodded, "Indeed, Bingniang wine is a rare commodity with a high price in the black market on Wangquezhou Mountain, because there are very few people who can be favored by the shopkeeper of Xia Chongzhai and enter the shop and ask for wine to drink."

He turned and looked around, then moved closer to Zhao Rong and said:

"However, in my opinion, although it is rare for us mountain people to maintain our youthful appearance, it is not a big adventure. I think... what is attracting all kinds of strange monks outside the gate to come in an endless stream is... the other three kinds of wine that may exist in the rumors."

"Are there any other drinks?" Zhao Rong interrupted curiously.

Fan Yushu nodded, "It is rumored that there are three kinds of wine in Xia Chong Zhai, named Xia Chong, Jing Wa, and Qu Shi."

He stopped talking.

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly when he heard that and glanced at his friend who was whispering nervously.

His eyebrows were slightly raised.

The latter understood what he meant tacitly, and just shrugged his shoulders, saying helplessly:

“I don’t know exactly what effects the Summer Insect Wine, Well Frog Wine, and Qushi Wine have. I only know that Bingniang Wine has a general effect of maintaining beauty, because even though it’s hard to get, some people have drunk it after all.

"But the other three possible wines have never been drunk by anyone, but have never been heard of in recent years. To the extent that many people in the mountains generally believe that they are just deliberate hype by this mysterious and weird old brand in Duyou City, and they don't exist at all."

Fan Yushu scratched his head. "But it seems that there are quite a few people who believe in it. You saw those strange people who came to visit just now. They should all be here for the three kinds of wine that are rumored."

As the two were talking, the voices of Zhu Yourong, Su Xiaoxiao and others chatting at the table could be heard.

However, although these women did not participate in the conversation between Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, they heard a lot from the side. Especially after hearing about the anti-aging Bingniang wine, they all looked at him with different reactions.

Zhu Yourong looked normal.

Yu Huaijin still had the same stern face as always and his back was straight.

And a certain little fox demon was completely focused on someone, stealing glances at the unfaithful man from time to time, and didn't seem to care about the anti-aging wine.

Li Xueyu, who had always been shy, turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter with a calm profile.

At this time, Jingzi hugged her chest and sat on the cushion handed to her by a lackey. She frowned and muttered:

"Zhu Yan... Doesn't that mean I will never grow up again? What a lousy wine, it's really harmful!"

Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu: "..."

Several women at the table: "..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch his eyes. He wanted to tell this little girl that there is such a thing as a babyface in the world. A permanent face does not mean permanent age. A canteen somewhere has to grow up. But after thinking about it, he gave up. It's not easy to drive with so many people. Besides...

What if this 'little' girl listened to him and drank Bingniang wine, and really didn't live long, and blamed it on Zhao Rong and the wine, and asked him to take responsibility?

She is so petty and vindictive that she is likely to do something like this.

Zhao Rong had no doubt.

Fan Yushu, who was standing by, didn't know his friend was silently complaining about this. He glanced at Zhao Rong, who was sitting upright in front of him and seemed to be thinking quietly. He thought Zhao Rong was digesting what he had just said. Fan Yushu pondered and said:

"I don't know much about the three kinds of wine rumored in Xia Chong Zhai. I just heard from my grandfather..."

He paused, and said seriously:

"Summer insect wine, a glass of it can make you talk about ice."

"One cup of Well Frog Wine can reveal the sea."

"One cup of Qushi wine can lead to enlightenment."

Zhao Rong frowned and whispered, "Yu Bing, Jian Hai, Enlightenment..."

There was silence between the two.

After a moment of silence, Fan Yushu shook his head, took out two pots of fine wine from the hollow jade gourd-shaped Sumeru object on his waist, placed them on the table, reached out to take out two small cups, and poured a cup for Zhao Rong and himself.

Fan Yushu smiled and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.

"Whatever, it has nothing to do with us small fry. Let's not think too much about it. We are here today because Zhao's sister-in-law is treating us to a meal. Tsk tsk, Fairy Zhao is indeed the most outstanding genius in Taiqing Prefecture. She has extraordinary reputation and connections. She can treat us to a meal at the legendary Duyou's best restaurant. As a local, I couldn't find the way before..."

Fan Yushu laughed, looked around and drank leisurely.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at him and nodded slightly, but his brows were still slightly frowned. He was not bored and obsessed with the wine. Right now, he just wanted to get through dinner safely and didn't care about any unexpected encounters.

What is "Yu Bing", "Jian Hai", "Wu Dao", Zhao Rong has no time to guess this riddle, who knows if it is deliberately mysterious...

I have to ask Qingjun later how he has connected with Xia Chong Zhai and how he knows the shopkeeper Zhao... He thought about it in his mind, took the wine glass handed to him by his friend and took a sip.

Zhao Rong had just put down his wine glass when he suddenly turned around to look at Xiaoxiao, who was biting her lip and glancing at him while chatting with Zhu Yourong and Jingzi.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhao Rong was about to speak, but the next second, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure appearing in the passage leading from the hall to the kitchen.

Concubine Zhao Ling was coming over with a bowl of hot soup, with a strand of black hair hanging down from her forehead.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, shifted his eyes, stood up and went to meet him.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Rong smiled, raised his hand, then put it down and said seriously.

But then, his eyes couldn't help but fall on his wife's originally beautiful face, which was now stained with oil and dirty water. Her cheeks were red at this moment, and he didn't know if she was burned by the splashed oil.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, not daring to look at Xiaoxiao behind him. He raised his right hand, which had drooped down, and tucked the black hair on her forehead behind her left ear. He took out a handkerchief and wiped her rosy cheek with his fingers, then he took the hot soup for her.

"Be careful with the heat."

Being gently caressed and cared for by her husband, she looked at him being gentle and careful, smiled sweetly, then couldn't help but express her concern, walked forward and gently took Zhao Rong's arm, supporting him together.

The latter nodded slightly.

The intimate and loving actions of the two were seen silently by everyone at the table.

Zhao Rong brought the soup and returned to the table with Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

He was about to say something.

At this time, Xiao Qian'er returned with a smile on her lips and her hands behind her back.

Following behind her was a bearded man with disheveled short hair. He was holding a black lacquered wine jar in his hand and mumbling something.