"Qiongjiang Yuye wine is a ball?!" As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the whole shop froze slightly.
Ouyang Sanman and Xiao Xiaolong glared at Bu Fang. They are wine lovers. The Qiongye Yuye wine is the best wine they have ever drank, but when it comes to Bu Fang's mouth, it is... what a ball
"Haha! Boss, what you said is so handsome!" Ouyang Xiaoyi happily clapped her hands and applauded. She liked Bu Fang's confidence.
"Hey, a country bumpkin in a corner, has he ever drank fine nectar and jade liquid wine? It's just outrageous words." Zhao Ruge snorted disdainfully, curled his lips, the best wine in the Qingfeng Empire, His Majesty the Emperor chose from thousands of choices How can a small restaurant owner like Bu Fang be able to taste the delicious wine
Bu Fang frowned, and looked at Zhao Ruge, he was very familiar with this guy, not for anything else, just because he wanted to use money to break open the door of his shop over and over again.
"Compared to my wine...every other wine is rubbish."
Bu Fang said lightly, full of confidence, he had absolute confidence in Bingxin Yuhu Wine.
"Boss Bu has wine here?" Xiao Xiaolong's eyes lit up, and a blush appeared on his fair face due to excitement.
Bu Fang pointed to the menu behind him, but did not speak.
Everyone understood, and turned their heads to look at the recipe...
"hiss!"
The voice came from Zhao Ruge. He entered the small shop for the first time today and saw the recipes for the first time. Although he heard a lot of rumors about the sky-high prices of the dishes in the small shop, it was the first time he saw the price with his own eyes. Take a breath of cool air.
Ouyang Xiaoyi and the others immediately rolled their eyes at him. Zhao Ruge, who has never seen the world before... is there such a fuss
"Bingxin Yuhu wine, a jar of fifteen Yuanjing." Xiao Xiaolong read in a low voice.
"Boss Bu's dishes are still as expensive as ever." Xiao Yanyu sighed pleasantly. A pot of wine with fifteen yuan crystals is much more expensive than a jar of fine wine with five hundred gold coins.
Such a comparison, in terms of price, Qiongjiang Yuye wine is indeed... a ball.
"Fifteen yuan crystals for a jar of wine? Are you crazy? Is his wine worth this price?" Zhao Ruge couldn't believe it. Five hundred gold coins for a jar of Qiongyeyuye wine is already considered a sky-high price. These fifteen yuan crystals... God!
"Boss Bu! Don't say anything, just give me a bottle! Fortunately, I know things like a god, and I know that Boss Bu's wine is definitely not cheap, so I brought enough Yuanjing." Xiao Xiaolong excitedly said to Bu Fang.
"Boss Bu, bring a jar for our three brothers too! Distiller's lees and fish are so delicious, this wine must not be bad!" Ouyang Zhen said carelessly.
Zhao Ruge frowned slightly, and looked at Xiao Xiaolong and Ouyang Sanman in surprise, they actually bought this expensive wine... Is this wine really that good
Immediately, Zhao Ruge felt ruthless, gritted his teeth and said, "Give this young master a pot too!"
Hmph, this young master would like to see how confident the wine in this small nook is compared to Qiongye Yuye wine and dare to sell it for fifteen yuan!
"I'm sorry, the supply of Bingxin Yuhu wine is three jars a day, you want to drink, come back tomorrow." Bu Fang glanced at Zhao Ruge lightly, and said expressionlessly.
Zhao Ruge froze, his eyes burst into flames, and he frankly rejected me! I have a grudge against you
"Didn't you say that there are three altars for supply? One for Xiao Xiaolong, one for the three Ouyang brothers, and the remaining one will not be sold to me? You look down on me?"
Zhao Ruge is so angry.
Facing Zhao Ruge who seemed to be in a panic, Bu Fang was a little strange and puzzled, but his expression was still extremely calm, and he said: "There is another altar that has been reserved."
Reserve? Excuse... this must be an excuse! Zhao Ruge was so angry, looking at Bu Fang's expressionless face, he wished he could give him a shoehorn, this guy deserves a beating!
"Then tell me, who ordered this third jug of wine? This young master will spend money on it until he gives up!" Zhao Ruge said with a gloomy face.
"Oh, whatever you want, as long as you don't make trouble." Bu Fang said lightly, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and asked strangely, "Don't you order other dishes? Only drink?"
"Give me a golden siu mai." Xiao Yanyu said softly.
Xiao Xiaolong grinned, and ordered an enhanced version of fried rice with eggs, and Ouyang Sanman ordered a dish of fish with distilled grains as usual, and they also felt like eating fish with distilled grains.
"What about you?" Bu Fang's eyes fell on Zhao Ruge.
Zhao Ruge narrowed his eyes and said, "Here's some drunk pork ribs! I can eat the most expensive one if I want!"
The others were surprised when they discovered that there was a new dish on the original menu. Their eyes were all attracted by Bingxin Yuhu Wine.
"Drunk pork ribs? En, good." Bu Fang nodded, turned and entered the kitchen.
Drunken pork ribs, fifty yuan a dish, the most expensive dish in the shop so far.
"Zhao Ruge, have you brought enough yuan crystals?" Ouyang Xiaoyi couldn't help asking, a dish of fifty yuan crystals, even the little princess of Ouyang's family was a little tongue-tied.
"This young man is not short of money, what is a mere fifty yuan crystal? Don't forget our bet, Misty Rain, you wait to swim the lake with me to enjoy the moon." Zhao Ruge smiled confidently, as the son of the left prime minister , he has his own industry in the imperial capital, and a mere fifty yuan crystal is really nothing.
In fact, at the level of the fifth-rank battle king, hundreds of yuan crystals are needed for cultivation, and tens of thousands of yuan crystals are needed to achieve breakthrough accumulation.
Yuan Jing is nothing to a high-quality monk. Although Zhao Ruge is not a high-quality monk, he has a lot of industries, and the marketing targets of his industry are still those monks, so he is not inferior to Yuan Jing.
Zhao Ruge sat on the chair with a light smile, took out the fine nectar and jade liquid wine he brought in the sapphire altar, he also brought a few sapphire cups, poured a few glasses of wine, and said to Xiao Yanyu and the others: "Come on, sit down and try the Qiongye Yuye wine first."
Qiongjiang Yuye Wine was selected as imperial wine by the emperor, and there was a reason why it was named the number one wine in the Qingfeng Empire. As soon as the glass was filled, the rich aroma of the wine spread instantly.
Xiao Xiaolong and Ouyang Sanman couldn't bear it anymore.
But just when they were about to taste the fine nectar and jade liquid wine, a figure slowly stepped into the small shop, and the sound of calm steps seemed to have a strange magic power.
All eyes were attracted by the figure at the door.
Dressed in a black robe, with a long sword wrapped in rags, wearing a black gauze hat, his face cannot be seen clearly, his figure is slender, and his aura is extremely mysterious.
As soon as this person stepped into the shop, the air in the shop seemed to be a little bit colder.
The muscles on Ouyang Sanman's body shrank suddenly, and they looked at this mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat with great vigilance. They felt a very terrifying aura from this man.
This breath makes the true energy in their bodies run automatically... that is self-protection in a crisis.
Both Xiao Yanyu and Xiao Xiaolong were startled, staring closely, they could feel that the eyes under the black veil seemed to fall on them.
"Who are you?!" Zhao Ruge frowned and asked coldly, this person was a bit weird.
In today's turmoil in the imperial capital, many masters of the sect are hidden in it, maybe... this person is also a master of the sect.
"Me? I'm just a diner." The hoarse voice sounded like frost, and the mysterious man sat directly on the seat by the door, and put the long sword wrapped in rags on the table.
The rag seemed to be old, it was white and stiff after washing.
"You... what do you want?" Ouyang Xiaoyi asked timidly, this man's aura was terrifying.
"I ordered Bingxin Yuhu Wine with Boss Bu yesterday, and I'm here to pick it up today." The man still said in a hoarse voice.
Get wine? !
Everyone was shocked, and then looked at Zhao Ruge strangely, this guy seemed to have said that he would spend money to buy the last jar of Bingxin Yuhu wine from the person who ordered it.
Zhao Ruge was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth curled up, and he sat down opposite the man in a graceful manner, and said to himself: "Sell me the Bingxin Yuhu wine, and I will pay three times the price."
"Not for sale." The man replied indifferently.
Zhao Ruge frowned, and continued, "Five times the price."
"I said it, I won't sell it."
"Do you know who this young master is? Are you going to offend me?" Zhao Ruge was also angry and threatened with a cold face after being rejected twice in a row.
Finally, the man's gaze seemed to finally lift up and land on Zhao Ruge, and a hoarse voice sounded like thunder.
"Even if Zuo Xiang is here, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this, what are you...?"