In the world of hell, there are always injustices. There are too many such cases, and Zhao Huan just happened to encounter them.
He helped this girl today, it was her good luck. Zhao Huan didn't know whether he should cancel the casino, so after leaving the casino, Zhao Huan decided to find a place to have a big meal.
The most delicious food is in the snacks. The bigger the restaurant, the more likely it is that they only care about the quality of the food and ignore the original taste of the food. Zhao Huan found a small tavern in an alley called Laifu Inn.
That's right, this is the alley where Zhan Yunpeng met the dog, and it's also the alley where Wu Ge, disguised as a man in black, beat up Qin Hui. Because there's a Lai Fu Inn there, this alley is also called Lai Fu Alley.
"Waiter, bring me a pot of wine!" The first thing Zhao Huan did when he entered the door was to ask for wine, because he was attracted by the aroma of wine in this restaurant.
The waiter greeted him warmly, "Sir, you have good eyesight. Our incense is our treasure. Wait a moment, I'll bring it to you to try."
"'Scary Fragrance'? What kind of wine is this? Why haven't I heard of it?" It was the first time that Zhao Huan heard the name of this wine, Scary Fragrance. He wanted to see how scary it was.
The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, you may not know this, but this wine is the original creation of our owner. It is truly unique in the wine world. Because of its overpowering aroma, the guests who come here to drink call it 'Scary Fragrance'."
"Oh, I see. Then bring me a pot!" Without waiting for the waiter to call him, Zhao Huan found a seat by the window and sat down.
The waiter slipped into the inner room and soon returned with a pot of wine. "Sir, you are truly blessed. We don't sell this wine without advance reservations. This pot you're drinking was originally reserved for Mr. Huang of the Huang Mansion for his sixtieth birthday tomorrow. Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang suddenly fell ill and passed away yesterday, so the wine was returned. Sir, you've come at a great time."
Zhao Huan was shocked: "You said your wine is deadly? Pah! Bad luck."
The waiter knew he had said the wrong thing and slapped himself lightly: "Look at my stinky mouth, I'm really sorry, sir. If you don't want this wine, I'll take it away and replace it with something else." Then he reached out to take the pot of wine on the table.
"Wait!" Zhao Huan grabbed the waiter's arm and said, "Since it's already been delivered, there's no reason to take it away. If you have any good wine or food, just bring it up and I'll pay for it!"
The ancients paid the most attention to taboos, but this man didn't care. The waiter was delighted: "Okay! Please wait a moment, I'll prepare it for you right away!"
Zhao Huan poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. He was immediately amazed: This was indeed a fine wine, mellow and smooth, with a rich aroma. It was a rare fine wine, not only in the Song Dynasty, but even in modern times.
"Waiter! Waiter!" Zhao Huan shouted at the top of his voice.
The waiter thought he hadn't served us well and hurried out from the kitchen: "Sir, do you have any other instructions?"
"You said that this wine was brewed by your boss himself. Where is your boss? I want to meet him!" Zhao Huan was deeply impressed by the wine.
The waiter looked embarrassed. "Well, sir, I'm really sorry. My shopkeeper's late father was an old friend of Mr. Huang from the Huang Mansion. Mr. Huang died suddenly, so my shopkeeper went to pay his respects."
Zhao Huan frowned and said, "Who is Mr. Huang? Tell me about him."
Upon hearing this, the waiter became interested. This guy is also a big mouth. When there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey will become king. Today, with the shopkeeper away, he has become the owner of this Lai Fu Restaurant.
The gossip of others seemed to be the topic that this kind of people were most interested in. The waiter came over and whispered, "Sir, you don't know this, but Mr. Huang is an extraordinary person. He has a lot of wealth and treats people warmly. But he only has three daughters and couldn't leave any offspring. And my shopkeeper..." When he said this, he seemed to remember something and his face turned embarrassed.
Zhao Huan was even more curious: "What's going on with your boss?"
The waiter looked embarrassed: "This, this is nothing."
Money makes the world go round. With a 'bang', a silver ingot fell onto the table. The waiter's eyes lit up immediately. Seeing the silver ingot, he didn't even recognize its parents: "Sir, let me tell you something. My shopkeeper's late father, Mr. Tian, was an old friend of Mr. Huang from the Huang Mansion. They were betrothed to each other at birth. But fate didn't cooperate, and Mr. Huang gave birth to three daughters in a row. So they hoped that my Mr. Tian would give birth to a son, but he never expected..."
Zhao Huan was startled again and interrupted, "Is your shopkeeper a woman?"
"Shh!" The waiter was startled. "Sir, please keep your voice down. If my boss hears, she'll skin me alive. Yes, my boss is also a woman, named Tian Yingying. Tsk tsk..."
Zhao Huan didn't expect that this waiter was a Tang Monk-like character: "Just tell me the important points."
"Well," the waiter said mysteriously, "my boss will be twenty after this year, and he hasn't found a husband yet. Both the Huang and Tian families have only one daughter, so naturally they can't be relatives. Mr. Huang's three daughters are all married, but it is said that his three sons-in-law are fighting over Mr. Huang's property. Let me tell you, my boss is a tigress. You'd better not tell anyone, or you will lose your life."
The waiter continued to chatter away, his words incoherent, but Zhao Huan still managed to make out the gist of it. Mr. Huang of the Huang Mansion had three daughters, and his three sons-in-law often fought over the family fortune. Mr. Huang had originally planned to divide the estate on his birthday the next day, but he had unexpectedly died yesterday.
The owner of Lai Fu Inn, Tian Yingying, went to pay her respects today because her father was an old friend of Mr. Huang. Tian Yingying was probably a bit aggressive and arrogant, and she was still single at the age of nearly 20.
In the Song Dynasty, a girl over the age of sixteen was considered an old maid. Tian Yingying was nearly twenty years old, so you can imagine how old she was.
Zhao Huan understood a little. Tian Yingying's domineering and overbearing nature was probably one reason, but the main reason was probably her ugliness. With a face full of flesh, a large frame, and a violent temper, who would dare propose marriage to her?
But Tian Yingying's wine was indeed good. Zhao Huan had originally planned to meet this female shopkeeper and have her brew her wine as imperial wine. But for now, it seemed he'd better forget it. It was best not to mess with such a woman.
"Okay, waiter. I'm not interested in these. Go and bring all your good wine and food!" Zhao Huan slammed the table.
Laifu Inn wasn't large, with only seven or eight tables in the living room. Besides Zhao Huan, there were two other tables. It seemed as if the guests at these tables were all neighbors, each chatting about their own topics, occasionally exchanging greetings with the waiter.
With a bang, the door was kicked open. A beautiful girl stood at the doorway and said, "Humph! That's too much!"
The guests at the two tables next to them shouted, stood up, paid the bill and ran away.
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