"Sister, why aren't you with those young people? Is it because Afeng is only interested in playing by himself and not taking good care of you?"
An old man with a goatee choked on a mouthful of Longjing tea when he heard Zhan Kunpeng call a teenage girl "sister," and started coughing so hard that his nose and tears came out. The other two men were not much better than the goatee, and their faces were filled with indescribable mockery.
Qingshan originally wanted to come over to say hello to Zhan Kunpeng and go upstairs to rest for a while, but she was a little embarrassed when Zhan called her "girl" in public.
"No, I'm not familiar with those people, so I asked Afeng to greet them for me."
Qingshan's appearance alone attracted the attention of many young men, many of whom were eager to strike up a conversation with him. Zhan Feng had long been instructed by Master Xiao Luo to keep an eye on his master and prevent anyone from taking advantage of him. Zhan Feng, keeping a vigilant eye on everything, fended off any who might have tried to strike up a conversation with Qingshan. That's why Qingshan was able to sit in the rest area for so long without being disturbed.
Zhan Kunpeng said "Oh" and turned to glare at the old man with the goatee.
"Old goat, is there chicken feathers in your throat? What are you coughing for?"
The old man with a goatee is called Chu Shanyang. Like Zhan Kunpeng, he is an elder of Tianan.
Chu Shanyang wiped his tears, his face flushed red, and gave Zhan Kunpeng an expression that said "you are awesome".
"Ahem, Master Chen, my name is Chu Shanyang. I've heard Zhan Xiaoniao talk about you a long time ago, and seeing you today, you're even more famous than I've heard! Let me introduce you. This fat guy is Liang Cheng, and the one with the goldfish eyes is Wang Jinsuo."
Qingshan knew that the people sitting here were all close friends of Zhan Kunpeng, so he relaxed and had a happy look on his face as he greeted the three people one by one. Suo Ye knew Qingshan better than anyone else. Remembering that Qingshan still owed him two jars of wine, he asked:
"Qingshan girl, when will you pay me for the two jars of wine you owe me?"
Qingshan smiled and took out a small jar not much bigger than a can of beer from his embroidered shoulder bag and put it on the table.
"Master Suo, I came to Hong Kong Island in a hurry and only brought this small jar with me. Everyone, please try it first. If you old gentlemen don't mind, I can give you two large jars each, but I have to wait until I return to the mainland to fulfill this promise!"
Zhan Kunpeng quickly asked the servant to bring four small wine cups and poured a glass for each person.
Qingshan took out the medicinal wine he had mixed in the space, choosing the lychee flavor, and gave it to the elderly people to taste. The medicinal wine had been stored in the space for more than ten years, and it contained various longevity herbs and spiritual water. The wine was rich and fragrant, mixed with sweet fruit flavors.
The four old men were all prominent figures in Hong Kong Island. They had drunk countless fine wines on a daily basis, but the taste of Qingshan's medicinal wine was so delicious that they exclaimed that it was nectar. The four old men drank cup after cup, and the small jar of wine was quickly divided up.
Suo Ye said to Qingshan with a drooling face:
"Sister Qingshan, you promised me two jars a long time ago. Adding the two jars today, that makes four jars in total. Don't make a mistake, sister!"
Zhan Kunpeng's nose was crooked with anger.
"That's enough, old lock! Qingshan is my sister, why are you yelling at me? Two jars per person, that's not too much, take it or leave it!"
Liang Cheng also interjected, "Then give me two 50-jin jars!"
"Get lost!"
Chu Shanyang savored the taste of the wine and asked:
"Sister Qingshan, where did you buy this wine?"
Zhan Kunpeng was getting fed up with these people. They had just been making fun of him, but now they were all calling Qingshan a girl. What the hell was going on?
"I bought some loose liquor and processed it myself to make this medicinal wine!"
When Chu Shanyang heard Qingshan say this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Chu Shanyang's family owned a winery, and he was a connoisseur of wine. Just one sip of lychee wine revealed it was at least fifteen years old. The flavor of the Chinese herbs was balanced by the sweetness of the lychee, creating a rich aroma with a lingering aftertaste. This was the first time he'd encountered such a delicious health-preserving medicinal wine, and Chu Shanyang immediately considered collaborating with Qingshan.
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