Song Que had been brewing this wine for a long time, and now he could finally open it. Unexpectedly, the first person to entertain him was Zhao Wen.
Song felt it was a bit subtle, but he didn't intend to begrudge the drink. Diners were equal in this restaurant. Although the mullet pot stickers taste delicious, they are fried after all. If you eat too much, you need some wine to relieve your tiredness.
Zhao Wen smelled the aroma of wine, raised his head with red eyes and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"
Song Qing opened the stopper, and a strong and overbearing aroma of wine came out. It looked like a very strong wine, and people with an average drinker would not dare to drink it easily.
Song didn't ask why his eyes were red, nor why he was so drunk even before he drank. He just said: "Home-made wine is not available outside. If you like it, I advise you to drink more. You may not be able to drink it again in the future." It doesn’t taste like this anymore when you drink it.”
Zhao Wen laughed, almost bursting into tears. He asked, "What's the name of this wine? Why does it sound so difficult to serve?"
Song Que said: "This wine is difficult to serve. As for the name..."
Song Que paused for a moment, looked at Zhao and asked, "It's called "It's not drunk and it won't come back."
After saying that, Song Que looked away, so that Zhao Wen didn't know if he did it on purpose.
After Song Que finished speaking, he had no intention of talking to Zhao Wen anymore. He also brought wine to him and told him his name, which was considered as the most benevolent thing. Of the two altars Song Que took out, one was for himself.
He opened the stopper and lifted the jar with one hand. The jar was very heavy, but in Song Que's hand it was like a light feather, requiring no effort at all.
Song Que tipped the jar, and the wine poured into his mouth continuously.
Is this wine good
Delicious.
Song Que has always used mortal ingredients to make mortal dishes, but this wine is different. He deceived Zhao to ask whether he would stay drunk or not. The real name of this wine was Qianyoubaicou. It can be said that all the sorrows and troubles in life are in this altar. Even the most ruthless person will shed some tears after drinking this wine.
This is a jar of wine that even gods can get drunk on.
Song has almost no obsession. There is nothing he must do, but there are things that he feels regretful about occasionally. As the jar of wine went down, his head was filled with memories, all from the past, but the memories were memories that he could not recall, and the past was a past that he could not find.
Song Que was drunk on the table, his mind was no longer clear, but his hands were still moving, always thinking about picking up the jar of wine, and taking a few sips from time to time. When the jar of wine was gone, the little bit of clarity he had been holding on to was gone too. As soon as he dropped his hand and loosened his grip, the jar fell to the ground with a loud bang, shocking Zhao Wen to the core. But Song himself fell into a deep sleep.
After Zhao Wen saw Song Que's ridiculous and uninhibited drunken posture, he stared at the jar of wine that Song Que opened for him for a long time. He held the jar with both hands and drank it. He choked on the first sip. The wine made by Song Que is too strong and cannot be replaced by ordinary spirits. Zhao Wen choked and burst into tears. Finally, he wiped it with his sleeve and drank the rest with red eyes. Because his drinking posture was too wild, a lot of wine flowed out along his chin and neck. Unlike Song Que, who carefully cherished every drop of wine, Zhao Wen drank less wine in the end. However, this did not prevent him from getting drunk at the same or even faster speed.
The two of them were lying in a mess by the table. Fortunately, no one came in during this period, otherwise the posture would be really indecent.
Song Que's wine had great stamina, and he drank every drop in one breath. It would be strange not to get drunk. When he finally woke up, Zhao Wen was gone, leaving only a messy scene.
Song Que rubbed his head, which was aching from a hangover, and muttered in his heart. If this was a drink made from ordinary ingredients, with his immortal body, let alone a headache, he wouldn't be drunk at all. It seemed like special ingredients. The things made are also effective for gods.
After thinking about all this mess, he sighed at the chaotic scene in front of him and packed it up resignedly. When he walked to where Zhao Wen was sitting, Song smelled a strong aroma of wine. The wine in the jar had been finished long ago. Although there was a lingering aroma, it shouldn't be to this extent. There is only one explanation. Zhao Wen poured a lot of wine on the ground. What a waste.
After Song Que finished packing his things, he looked at the door and was stunned.
Don't go home until you're drunk. So some people get drunk and become cowardly, and they go home drunk.
Song Qi smiled.
When Zhao Wen came back three days later, Song had not changed the formation, so he walked in with familiarity.
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Song Que knew it was him when he heard the voice. When he looked back, he saw that Zhao Wen had behaved this time and did not overestimate his ability to attack those magic circles. He walked in calmly.
Song Que brewed a pot of hot tea, walked to the table, turned the teacup upside down, poured tea in, and pushed the teacup in front of Zhao Wen, just like when he first came.
This time Zhao Wen was not like the last time that he rejected people thousands of miles away. When he saw Song Qi pouring him tea, he took it honestly. As soon as the hot tea was in his mouth, his cold heart came alive. He exhaled a breath of white air, as if he was alive again.
He didn't speak, but Song didn't ask him, just stared at his cup. If Zhao Wen drank all the tea, he would give him more tea. After going back and forth, I don't know if Zhao Wen was scared by him giving him tea or something, but he finally spoke: "No wonder they said you can't come to this restaurant, let alone eat the food you cook."
Song Que heard this statement for the first time and raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
Zhao Wen shook his head and laughed and said: "I guess you haven't heard of it. The right way is to seek the path of immortals, and don't enter the palace of immortals."
This Immortal Mansion naturally refers to Song Que's restaurant. The other immortals are all staying in the sky dutifully.
Song Que has never heard of this statement.
Zhao Wen seemed to be addicted and said again: "Also, once you enter this door, there is no way to ascend. It's all about you and your restaurant."
Song was a little helpless: "What have I done to make you treat me as a scourge?"
Zhao Wen lowered his head and looked at the tea soup in the cup. It was slightly yellow in color with a bit of water. He said to Song Que: "Because the cultivators who entered your restaurant and ate the food you cooked didn't want to Cultivated."
But Song knew that he didn't want to cultivate himself anymore.
Zhao Wen smiled and cried: "I went back late. I can only repair their tombs, burn incense, sit on their tombs and even want to say a few words to them. And the cultivation I have always insisted on, I don’t even know what the meaning is. I once thought that God gave me another chance so that I could defeat you and have a chance to kill my own inner demons. It turns out that’s not the case. God took pity on me and cultivated myself. Crazy devil, you can even forget about the relationship between my parents and human relations. Give me another chance to never forget my original intention. But who knows, I have already forgotten the things that I should not forget the most. I have completely missed it. This opportunity. I didn’t go back late by one day, one month, one year, but ten years, six months and nine days. There is no more unfilial child in the world than me."
What could Song Que say? He will not shake his head to comfort him that his performance is okay, nor will he nod to criticize him and make him worse. He just gave the right amount of silence and silent support.
Zhao Wen didn't want to talk any more. These few words had exhausted all his strength, and the tears on his face made him assume the most embarrassing posture in front of Song Que.
He stood up and walked to Song Que's side. Song Que realized something and turned around to face him, but he was still sitting on the chair.
Zhao Wen knelt down happily, looked at Song Que, and said: "You and I are entangled in the cycle of cause and effect. Many grievances have long been offset by each other, but after all, I owe you the most. You are right, I owe you a Apologize."
Zhao Wen kowtowed three times to Song Que sincerely, then looked up at Song Que, as if waiting for him to say something. Song Que's eyes flashed slightly, but he said nothing. Zhao Wen was a little disappointed, but he also knew that he couldn't force it. Not all apologies can be exchanged for forgiveness.
Zhao Wen didn't bother anymore. He said goodbye to Song Que and left. When he saw that Song Que was the only one left in the restaurant, he said, "Did you hear that? I don't know if you think he owes you or not." , I don’t know if you have forgiven him, but this matter ends here with me, there is nothing I can do for you."
In fact, Song was doing something very stupid. If what the system said was true, and this was his own body, and the people around him evolved according to the settings, then there was no such thing as the original owner.
But he is such a crazy god, he can do whatever he wants.
Crazy Song soon welcomed a special guest.
The guest looked to be eighty or ninety years old, with all white hair and beard, and a long beard. His face was very rosy, and he walked very steadily.
Song Que came out and took a look, feeling as if he was blinded by the light. Then he couldn't help but think about another question. Did he look like this in the eyes of those monsters, foxes and ghosts, like a glowing light bulb
Song Que's weird look made the old god feel a little weird. This was not the scene he imagined, so he coughed hard, interrupting Song Que's weird thinking.
Yes, this old man who looked like a big light bulb in Song Que's eyes was a real god. He was also the first god Song Que saw besides the female fairy who played in the sky that day.
Song Qi didn't know how to greet the other party, but fortunately the old man spoke cheerfully first: "You can call me Jiu Xianren."
Song Quefu reached his heart and immediately understood why the other party was here. However, he hesitated and did not say it directly, waiting for the other party to clarify his intention.
The Jiu Xian touched his nose and felt that it was a bit embarrassing that he came just by smelling it. He couldn't say it directly, so he started another topic: "Little young man, why did you run away halfway through the ascension?"
Song Ke couldn't say that he didn't want to be a god in front of a god, so he asked: "It was too sudden. I panicked for a moment. Master Jiu Xian, what are you doing in the sky all day long?"
The Jiuxian sighed and said: "We work in shifts in the sky. We cannot directly interfere with the affairs of the world, but everything has rules. What we have to maintain are these rules. Recently, fewer and fewer people have become immortals. We are the only ones doing the work. Last time you wanted to ascend, we almost got into a fight over someone."
Heavenly civil servant, what is this
Song Que asked: "Then can you go down to earth often?"
The Jiuxian's expression changed, and the stool under his butt became hot. He seemed to be unable to sit still as soon as he heard this question. He sighed and said: "We are very strict, and you will be punished for dereliction of duty. Although the speed of time in the sky and underground is different, it is still very risky for me to run out like this."
This is a naked hint.