I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 137
Of course, these guys from Qingfengzhai don't just have a soft spot for scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

After a plate of Mapo Tofu was served, the tofu on the plate disappeared instantly before I even blinked my eyes.

Even if it's vegetarian dishes like stir-fried vegetables that are served later, they still accept them as they are ordered.

They didn't even intend to let go of the little soup under the plate.

After grabbing the dishes on the plate, pour the soup on the plate into a bowl, and stir it with the white Taiping tribute rice, the taste will not be too refreshing.

This scene left Xiong Weile and the others dumbfounded.

My dear mother, are these guys still the green forest heroes who pay attention to drinking in large bowls and eating large pieces of meat?Why does it look like a group of beggars who have never eaten?
If Song Zhongwei heard this, he would definitely be able to drool on the faces of these young masters who don't eat minced meat.

Uncle, if it weren't for the fact that life in Qingfengzhai is so difficult, who the hell would change his career to do such a hard job as a bodyguard?

Everyone wants to drink in a big bowl and eat a big piece of meat, but you can't conjure up wine and meat out of thin air, can you?

But when Xu Yang and Zhang Tianxiang appeared in the lobby of Xu's Restaurant with a plate of drunken shrimp each, those guys who were originally focused on serving vegetables with rice stopped their chopsticks in an instant.

No one else, just because the two plates of drunken shrimp in the hands of these two guys are exuding a strong aroma of wine.

As the old saying goes, there is no feast without wine.

It was because the stir-fried vegetables on the table were too delicious, so they ignored the matter of drinking.

Now stimulated by the strong aroma of wine, the wine worms hidden in their stomachs immediately came to life.

How can there be no good wine for the green forest heroes who live on the edge of a knife in the rivers and lakes?
No, as soon as Xu Yang put the plate of drunken shrimp soaked in Erguotou on the table, the guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks quickly moved his chopsticks, picked up the drunken shrimp with a strong smell of wine on the plate, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The others didn't give in too much, their speed of taking out their chopsticks was no slower than that guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and they were afraid that others would pick up more chopsticks than themselves.

Among them, Song Zhongwei, the master of Qingfengzhai, was also included.

Of course, although the smell of wine in the drunken shrimp is strong, and many guys have already eaten red-faced, it is not as refreshing as directly pouring the wine into their mouths.

When the guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks watched Song Zhongwei put the last one or two drunk shrimps on the plate into his mouth, he immediately shouted to Xu Yang, "Boy, what kind of bird shop are you opening? We've finished our dishes, why haven't we been served wine yet?"

"Guest officer, please be safe and calm, I'll get you some wine right away."

Xu Yang smiled apologetically, and served two bottles of 67-degree vertical water Laobaigan to the two tables of bandits in Qingfengzhai.

"Guest officers, your wine is here."

"You kid is really ignorant. There are so many of us, why did you serve us two bottles of wine? Is it because we are afraid that we won't be able to pay?" the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy was dissatisfied again.

Anyway, there was a big treat today, and he hadn't tasted wine for a long time, so he wanted to take the opportunity to drink him to his heart's content.

"Guest officer, you don't know something. These two bottles are good wines that have been preserved in our store for many years. The wine is very strong, and you can easily get drunk if you drink too much." Xu Yang explained with a smile.

"You kid, don't try to lie to me. I, Hou Wanshan, have been cooking with wine since I was a toddler. I still don't believe that your wine can make me drunk!"

This guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks snatched the wine bottle with disdain.

Xu Yang smiled, but did not answer.

If it weren't for ulterior motives, Xu Yang actually wanted to tell this guy who had never seen the world that there is still a big difference between wine and wine.

In the modern society of the previous life, baijiu with an alcohol content of more than [-]% was commonly called high alcohol.

If measured by this standard, the so-called spirits in this world are all substandard rubbish.

The Erguotou that was exchanged from the system inventory before has neatly knocked down those guys who call themselves heroes of the wine country one by one.

Among them were the dozen or so rough men who sat in the lobby with good wine.

But this kind of Erguotou, which is called frighteningly strong by many drinkers, has an alcohol content of only 56 degrees.

But now Xu Yang's Shushui Laobaigan has an alcohol content of 67 degrees.

The difference is probably only known to those who have personally tasted it.

No, that guy named Hou Wanshan just opened the bottle cap of Lao Bai Gan, and was instantly intoxicated by the strong aroma of wine wafting from the bottle.

Hou Wanshan, who was full of big talk just now, after taking a deep breath of alcohol, was the old Baigan who only poured himself a small half bowl cautiously.

Damn it, the kid with the broken arm probably wasn't lying. The wine list smelled like alcohol, so you knew it wasn't ordinary.

With the facts in front of him, Hou Wanshan had no choice but to act cautiously.

If he drank it openly, he, who is known as a thousand cups without drunkenness, might be knocked down on the spot.

If that was the case, Hou Wanshan would be ashamed.

It's a pity that no matter how cautious he is, he still underestimated the power of the 67-degree vertical water Lao Baigan.

Then he poured a mouthful of Laobaigan into his mouth, and his cheeks as thin as a monkey's face suddenly glowed red.

"Good... good wine!" Hou Wanshan, whose monkey face turned red in an instant, resisted the drunkenness that rushed to his forehead on the spot, and gave Xu Yang a thumbs up.

This wine is not only strong, but also extremely mellow in taste. Hou Wanshan, who has been drinking for nearly 20 years, feels that the so-called good wines he drank before were actually horse urine.

Hearing Hou Wanshan's sound of good wine, how could the other dozen bandits from Qingfengzhai control their mouths?

In the blink of an eye, they cleaned up the two bottles of vertical water on the table.

But when these guys poured wine into their mouths one after another, Hou Wanshan, who was the first in the world to taste the 67-degree spirits and drank the half bowl of Lao Bai Gan, was already drunk.

Seeing the kid's shaky appearance, Song Zhongwei, whose face turned red, twitched at the corners of his mouth and said with a sneer: "Monkey, thanks to you, you have the nerve to say that you are not drunk after a thousand cups, so you only drank half a bowl. Why can't you do that?" gone?"

But just as he sneered at Hou Wanshan, a sudden drunkenness rushed to Song Zhongwei's head.

Song Zhongwei, who found that the scene in front of him had started to spin, seemed to feel something was wrong.

It's a pity that the strong stamina of 67-degree old Baigan completely froze his confused brain.

(End of this chapter)