The atmosphere on the field was a little quiet at this moment.

Everyone held their bowls and looked at the two men, one big and one small, both with the surname Zhao.

The former was grabbing the latter's wrist.

At this time, Zhao Rong frowned slightly and said seriously:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, I have no interest in men."

"..."Everyone.

“???” Zhao Xifu.

The atmosphere seems to be getting more intense...

The unshaven-bearded shopkeeper quickly dropped the hand of the person who was acting strangely, as if it were a hot potato.

He cursed, "Fuck you, I don't like men either, bastard..."

Well, I’m not interested in old men… Zhao Rong added jokingly in his heart.

If a student named Fan who was happily watching the show heard this, his face would definitely change suddenly and he would squeeze his legs together.

"What do you want, Manager Zhao?"

Zhao Rong said politely with a smile, shaking his hands and putting them back into his sleeves.

Zhao Xifu was wiping his hands on his clothes with a gloomy expression, and at this moment he glanced at the boy who did not play by the rules.

He glanced at the wine jug again, and after a moment, he said slowly:

"This is Ice Lady wine."

Zhao Rong thought about it and nodded, "I have heard of it."

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and pursed his lips, about to speak.

"Xiao Zhao."

At this time, Bingniang, who had been watching the young people eat with a smile, suddenly spoke and interrupted Manager Zhao.

She said seriously: "You promised me before."

Zhao Xifu shrugged helplessly, "I didn't say I wouldn't let him drink."

The stern-faced Bingniang smiled and nodded, "That's more like it. I can't go back on my words."

The next second, she suddenly turned her head and said softly:

"Mr. Zhao, drink as much as you want. He can't get away with what he promised me."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Sister Xia."

Bingniang smiled and seemed to be very pleased with the title, but she continued:

"Although this wine has a ridiculous name, and it shares the same name as my sister, it was brewed by Xiao Zhao alone. I have no right to make decisions, and Xiao Zhao sometimes has some strange rules... Please be tolerant of him, Mr. Zhao, and don't argue with him."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Sister Xia, you are too polite. That's right."

She spoke these words politely and sincerely, but she was able to distinguish between insiders and outsiders after all, and she was not one of those ignorant women who turned their arms around.

Zhao Xifu, who had drooped his eyelids, suddenly brightened up and became energetic.

He rubbed his hands and smiled, "That's right, that's right, this is my wine, I make the rules. This glass of wine was begged for you by that girl named Qian'er, she begged me for it, it's really annoying, okay, I'll give it to you, but there's only one glass, and you can only drink it yourself, you can't pass it on to others."

Zhao Xifu paused, raised his index finger, turned it over, and pointed at the ground below.

"This is the rule of Xia Chong Zhai. Once you enter here, you must abide by it honestly."

He paused again, as if thinking for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, rules. I like rules the most. Hahaha, rules, rules are good things. Haha..."

The shopkeeper in gray clothes held his stomach, and I don't know what he was thinking about, but he was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

The laughter echoed in the empty hall, as lonely and absurd as the sound of the old bronze bell hanging at the door.

Zhao Rong and everyone else looked on curiously.

"What the hell are you doing? The guests are eating..." Until Bingniang couldn't bear it anymore, she frowned, put her hands on her hips and twisted the flesh on Zhao Xifu's waist, then the latter smiled and slowed down.

Shopkeeper Zhao, your condition is a bit serious... Zhao Rong muttered to himself.

He curled his lips, pointed at the black wine jug, and said:

"The shopkeeper means that only I can have a drink. This is what Qian'er asked for alone. No one else has it, and it cannot be transferred?"

Zhao Xifu clicked his tongue and nodded.

Zhao Rong said sincerely, "Shopkeeper, I just heard from my friend about the rules here. It seems that this Bingniang wine has the effect of keeping one's youth, but I'm a grown man, what's the point of this?"

He paused, glanced at the unkempt and unshaven bearded shopkeeper, then looked at Xiao Qian'er who was pulling his sleeve, frowning and shaking her head.

Zhao Rong smiled and patted Xiao Qian'er's hand under the table, knowing her sincere and kind intentions.

Isn't it because she is afraid that her brother Rong'er's cultivation level is low and he will slowly turn into a bearded uncle like this shopkeeper Zhao? The most important thing is that she and Qingjun have long lives and their black hair and beautiful faces remain the same.

It’s not that I refuse to grow old together, but... I want to grow old together, and the important thing is... together.

Moreover, Xiao Qian'er and Qingjun are probably worried that when he grows old alone, he will feel uncomfortable facing his young childhood sweetheart.

Even the most open-minded and generous man would probably feel lost and depressed when faced with this matter.

So the fact that my wife and Qian'er chose this place to have the meal before leaving tonight actually has a hidden meaning. It is very likely that they just want to ask for a glass of this icy wine?

Zhao Rong thought to himself.

At this moment, facing the quiet glances from Qian'er and my wife.

Zhao Rong nodded and admitted, "Well, okay, it is still somewhat useful."

Under the gaze of everyone, he reached out to pick up the wine jug and poured wine while speaking.

Zhao Xifu did not stop him this time and let Zhao Rong pour a glass. However, the shopkeeper curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"Ice Lady Wine keeps you young? Those people outside say that? Oh, it's been so many years, and there are still only a bunch of ignorant people on Wangque Mountain. The guys who come into the store these years are getting more and more boring. There are only about one and a half who can chat to their heart's content. I'm so tired that I can't even spit..."

He waved his hands in a disinterested manner and muttered, "Okay, you can use it as a beauty wine, it's just one cup..."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, silently memorizing these words, but did not ask further questions at this time, and suddenly said:

"but."

He lowered his eyes, looked at the wine glass in his hand and shook his head, "I won't drink this glass of wine."

He is a grown man, drinking this anti-aging substance in front of so many women. Does he have any dignity left? He will probably be laughed to death by some sword spirit when he goes back home at night. Well, maybe he has already started laughing.

Zhao Rong curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

He glanced at Xiao Qian'er who was biting her lips and asked, "Manager Zhao, this glass of wine was requested by Qian'er, so can you let her choose someone else..."

"no."

"no."

Two opposing voices sounded in the hall almost at the same time, interrupting Zhao Rong's words.

One sentence was said by Zhao Xifu, and the other sentence... Zhao Rong frowned and turned around to glance at the willful Xiao Qian'er who was eating with her head down.

Zhao Xifu crossed his legs, waved his index finger at him, and said deliberately:

"No, you are bound by the rules. Drink it quickly, or I will pour it out. Hurry up, Xia Chong Zhai doesn't have time to store or transfer it to you."

Xiao Qianer nodded. She held the bowl and whispered, "Yes, drink it quickly, don't waste it. This is good wine, not bitter medicine. Well, if you want sugar, I have it too..."

She narrowed her eyes and muttered, looking away at the frowning Rong'er.

This was a rare time when the little girl went against Zhao Rong and "shared a common hatred of the enemy" with outsiders.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, then calmly said, "You bind me according to the rules? Then may I ask if there are other rules that I don't know about, which can be used to transfer the binding to someone else?"

"Oh?" Zhao Xifu raised his eyebrows and nodded in acknowledgement, "That is true, but..."

He looked up and down at the young scholar who he disliked and sneered, "Are you sure you want to try? Okay, according to the rules, those guys who asked for drinks before have to chat with me. Ha, they have to say a few words to me. If I find it interesting, they will pour wine for me."

Zhao Xifu paused, shaking the wine pot with his hand, "You are being hypocritical and don't want to drink. You want to change people. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. Well, I won't embarrass you. Then you can answer a small question for me. It's quite simple."

When he said the last few words, the shopkeeper looked very sincere.

Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Xifu and nodded calmly.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been silent all this time, could no longer hold back. How could this question be so simple? It was clearly meant to embarrass her husband.

She wanted to speak, but someone spoke faster than her.

"Ziyu, why can't a man drink the anti-aging wine? Besides, this is Miss Qian'er's good intention. Good wine can be tempting, but beautiful women are hard to disappoint. Why are you refusing?"

Zhu Yourong chuckled, shook his head, and picked up a piece of food for Su Xiaoxiao.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at the female teacher from the academy that her husband had brought with her, pursed her lips, and said softly to Zhao Rong, "Mr. Zhu is right."

Su Xiaoxiao also wanted to persuade Zhao Rong, but it was not convenient to speak out at this moment, so she bit the chopsticks with her pearly teeth, nodded her head, and agreed with everyone else.

Afterwards, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying also spoke up to persuade them.

Zhao Rong looked at everyone quietly without saying a word, then turned around and spoke directly to Zhao Xifu:

"A simple question... Well, Shopkeeper Zhao, please ask."

Zhao Xifu looked at him with a beaming smile, "Are you sure? If you can't answer later, the glass of wine that girl asked for will be gone."

Zhao Rong took the bowl and took a bite of rice. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, as if asking why you talk so much nonsense.

Zhao Xifu snorted a few times when he saw this.

He then pointed at the girls at the table and asked jokingly:

"There are so many women tonight... who do you think is the most beautiful?"

Zhao Rong suddenly felt something was wrong... This question...

Sure enough, the next second, the field suddenly fell silent.

The several women who were about to persuade him shut their mouths one after another.

Then, their eyes began to glance at someone vaguely...

These wandering eyes seem to be saying: Yes, it is indeed a simple question, a matter of one sentence, go ahead and tell the truth.

Zhao Rong: @!#$%^&*(!@#@￥……???