I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 230
Xu Yang's words are true, others don't need to give it, but he really has to give Xie Baoshan's wine.

He had already prepared two jars of wine.

It's just that Xie Baoshan often went out during this period, and when he came back, he took Xu Yang directly to the training ground and practiced to death.

How could Xu Yang, who had been tortured to death, still remember that he wanted to give wine to this old boy?

Xie Baoshan immediately smiled and said: "Then hurry up and send the wine to my house. Two jars are indispensable."

He didn't care if Xu Yang really wanted to give him wine.

As long as the wine is in hand, even if it is false, he will admit it.

Meeting such an unreliable elder, Xu Yang could only grit his teeth and nod in recognition.

It's a pity that the old boy Xie Baoshan's words were like a smoking fuse, which instantly ignited the greed of those next to him.

The next moment, I saw Xu Shuqing, who was kind to everyone on weekdays, frowned solemnly and said, "Isn't it Xu Yang, you kid, you have been doing a bit incompetent recently. You are a kitchen manager, so you can't manage your kitchen well." , but always running to the martial arts training ground, if this continues, I have to consider the position of kitchen steward, whether it is time to change."

Hearing this, Xu Yang suddenly smiled wryly.

This old boy is not a good person either.

Don't you just want wine, and you have to come up with such a lame excuse?

If everyone is like me, going to the martial arts training ground to practice hard every day, you, the head of the sect, can't you laugh your ass off?
"Master, I have already prepared your two jars of wine for you. When you are free, I will move them there for you." Xu Yang forced a smile with the corners of his mouth pulled.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

He is the big head of the Canglong Sect. If he asks you for two altars of wine, he thinks highly of you. Do you really dare not give them?
Xu Shuqing suddenly laughed and said, "Haha, I just remembered that our school advocates hard work and hard work. Xu Yang, you have to continue to carry on the burden of being in charge of the kitchen."

Xu Yang rolled his eyes on the spot.

You old boy, can this explanation be any harder?

It is obvious that he is using his status as the head of the sect to suppress others, but he has the nerve to say it so grandly, it is really fucking shameless.

Of course, Xu Shuqing was far from the only one who was shameless.

Such a good wine, who can not be tempted?
No, Xu Shuqing's voice fell, and Wu Youwei, an old fellow, suddenly frowned.

"Boy surnamed Xu, our family Shixun was beaten by you some time ago, right? Yesterday he said that the place where you beat him was uncomfortable. I asked the doctor to show him, and he said that the old injury had relapsed, and he needed to use two jars Soaking some expensive Chinese medicine in good wine can cure you, don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

Xu Yang was instantly distraught.

Damn it, this is Chi Guoguo's extortion.

The old injury has recurred, why don't you just say he has a cerebral hemorrhage?

You know, when that boy Wu Shixun saw him when he came to Zhao's yard in the morning, he slipped faster than a rabbit.

Of course, he is the Great Elder of Canglongmen, who said that his son's old injury has relapsed, who would dare to check it out?
So Xu Yang could only put on a bitter face, and said pitifully: "Elder Wu, the landlord's house doesn't have any food left, you see, this two jars, that two jars, the little wine I brewed, there is not much left. "

Wu Youwei was not greedy at all, he immediately changed his words: "Then give me a jug, don't say you don't even have a jug of wine, if you dare to say that, I will turn against you."

This shameless old guy even said the word "turn his face", what can Xu Yang do?

This altar of wine should be used as a waste of money to eliminate disasters.

Seeing Xu Yang nodded reluctantly, Wu Youwei laughed on the spot.

"Haha, Xu Yang, it's over now. After I heal the old wounds of that brat at home, as long as he dares to do unreliable things to you, you can beat him up casually."

Xie Baoshan was Xu Yang's introduction, and Xu Shuqing, the head of the family, also gave him a position as a kitchen steward.

He's an old guy who has nothing to do with anyone, and he's all about fooling people with insane nonsense, and he's content with a good bottle of wine.

Hearing such unreliable nonsense, what else could Xu Yang do other than smile wryly?
Go back and beat up that kid Wu Shixun again?Will this old guy happily ask him for a few jars of wine to make Chinese medicine?
Uh, it's really hard to say.

But that's not the end.

Wu Youwei, that shameless old man, had just knocked a jar of wine from Xu Yang's hands, and the 80-year-old Mr. Zhao also jokingly said: "Xu Yang, it stands to reason that an old man like me shouldn't say that. But since this wine is brewed by our family Ru girl and you together, if you don't give me an old man, isn't it a bit disrespectful?"

Hearing this, Xu Yang's face suddenly became bitterer than bitter melon.

Knowing that you should not open this mouth, you old man still have the nerve to open your mouth?
If I don't give you an idea, won't you, an old man, have to turn against me too?

Xu Yang turned his head and saw that the other people present also looked eager to try.

Come on, if there is no heavy bleeding today, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the gate of Zhao's courtyard.

So Xu Yang was simply generous. In addition to promising two altars to Mr. Zhao, the other six people at the main table also promised half an altar each.

In this way, the wine he brewed at the beginning went to ten altars at once.

It would be a lie to say that it doesn't hurt.

The altar of pear vegetable dew that Zhao Laoer brought back from Dingzhou was worth 210 taels of silver.

The wine made by Xu Yang is no worse than it.

If calculated at the same price, in such a short period of time, he would have lost 100 taels of silver.

Faced with such a heavy loss, who the hell wouldn't feel heartbroken?

Seeing Xu Yang's miserable appearance, Zhao Weiguang, who was almost out of angina just now, felt a sense of pleasure that his revenge had been avenged.

Hey, kid, you will have today too?

But after being happy, Zhao Weiguang began to wonder again.

Is the wine made by this kid really so delicious?

If it wasn't so delicious, this group of fellows are hundreds of years old, and they wouldn't be so shameless to blackmail a boy who is only in his teens, right?

Puzzled, Zhao Weiguang found a bowl, poured out half a bowl of wine from the little Lihua drunk wine jar left, and tasted it carefully.

Although he bought this wine from Dingzhou at a high price, he had never tasted a drop of it before.

Well, it's really good, this wine is worth the price.

Zhao Weiguang felt that he hadn't been wrong.

After he poured out half a bowl of wine from the altar made by Xu Yang, he took a sip.

Zhao Weiguang frowned suddenly.

His uncle, it doesn't make sense.

The wine brewed by Xu Yang, a brat, can be compared to the pear blossom wine brewed by the best brewer in Dingzhou. Isn't this fucking unreasonable?

(End of this chapter)