"What's wrong with you, old man? Didn't I give you some wine? Why did you pour it out again?"
The shop owner stared with his eyes wide open and even his voice became hoarse. God knew this old man who came out of nowhere and sat down at the door of his wine shop would not leave unless he was given wine. After he was given wine, he poured it out. It was really frustrating.
Old Master Feng curled his lips and said with disdain: "Who told you not to give me good wine? Those wines are as bland as water. You can drink them, but I can't!"
The shopkeeper was so angry that he pointed at him and yelled, "You, you old man! Whose family are you? Why are you so unreasonable? You don't pay and you still want to drink good wine? I'm willing to give you all that wine and you should be grinning and still not satisfied! I warn you, if you don't leave, I will be rude to you!"
Old Master Feng swung the wine gourd and knocked it on the shopkeeper's head, lecturing him in a stern voice: "You have no respect for your elders. Didn't your parents teach you not to point at your elders? You are so presumptuous. Too presumptuous."
When the people around who were watching the fun heard this, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The shop owner's face flushed, and he even wanted to cry: "Grandpa, I beg you, isn't that enough? Please, please leave! Go home quickly, and don't block my business. I only have a small business. How can I do business if you sit at my door?"
"Go home?" The old man held the wine gourd and tilted his head slightly. He frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Where am I from? I seem to have forgotten again."
Upon hearing this, the shop owner knelt down.
He rushed forward and hugged Old Man Feng's thighs, crying and begging: "Old Man, I beg you, please don't waste time here, I apologize to you, I shouldn't yell at you, I shouldn't be disrespectful to you, please don't hold my faults against me, go home quickly!"
Old Master Feng looked stern and said with disdain, "You are such a loser! You're kneeling down for such a small matter? And you're crying? Don't you know that men shed blood but not tears? Look at what you've become? It's too ugly. I don't even have the face to look at you."
As he said this, he actually turned his eyes away, not looking at him, and just pushed the wine gourd into the store owner's arms: "Go, get me half a pot of good wine, good wine, I won't drink inferior wine."
The people around looked at the shopkeeper with some sympathy, and some even shouted, "I say, just pour the old man a glass of good wine! Judging from the clothes he's wearing, he's definitely not an elder from an ordinary family. Are you afraid that you won't pay for the wine?"
"That's right, I'll pay for your wine." Old Master Feng smiled and nodded, urging: "Hurry up, I'm craving for wine again."
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment before taking the wine gourd inside to fill the wine. He was afraid that the old man would pour it out again, so this time he filled the wine with really good wine. He felt pain in his heart as he filled the wine, wondering if the old man could pay. And whose wine was it
After the wine was ready, the shopkeeper hesitantly handed him the wine gourd and asked, "Old man, whose wine is this?"
Old Master Feng snatched the wine gourd and glared at him: "Didn't I just say that? I forgot whose it is again. But don't worry, I won't ask you for the wine."
He stood up and unbuttoned his clothes, saying, "This old man's clothes are valuable, so I'll give them to you as wine money."