"Sir, would you like to try it?"
Seeing that Gu Ning'an was silent, Jin Xingwang asked tentatively.
Gu Ning'an smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm not used to drinking this wine. When you leave later, take it home."
Upon hearing this, Jin Xingwang suddenly showed an expression as if he had done something wrong: "Sir, did I say the wrong thing... You must accept this wine, otherwise my grandfather and my wife will Grandma, they should think that I have offended you and it’s me who should be blamed.”
Gu Ning'an shook his head and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, at least your great-grandmother will not blame you..."
After all, Jin Xingwang is a ten-year-old child, and he does not have as much ability to deal with "human relations and sophistication" as Jin Wan.
His grandfather's words didn't work anymore. Jin Xingwang didn't know how to answer the words, so he had to respond in a dull voice and sat back down.
This time, no one spoke to Gu Ning'an while he was eating. Gu Ning'an quickly cleared away the porridge and pickles on the table.
Jin Xingwang, who was "not good at giving gifts", couldn't help but feel contempt flashing in his eyes when he saw Gu Ning'an eating plain porridge and pickles so happily.
You know, before he came here, he might have thought that the "immortal residence" should be magnificent and full of immortality.
Immortals don't even need to eat, or they eat all "delicacies from mountains and seas".
As a result, from the moment he stepped into the Ansi courtyard, he could see that it was a "house with bare walls", but the antiques, treasures, calligraphy and paintings by famous people were all missing.
Take this main hall as an example. Apart from tables, chairs, benches and a few teacups, there is nothing else.
Could it be that a dignified "immortal" couldn't even afford a vase for decoration?
For a moment, Jin Xingwang didn't even want to become a disciple of Gu Ning'an.
He always felt that if the gentleman in front of him was really capable, how could he live such a simple life?
"Sir, I heard that you bought the house here more than 20 years ago... Where have you been in the past 20 years?" Jin Xingwang asked in a tentative tone.
Gu Ning'an glanced at him and said calmly: "I thought about something."
Ah!
I have been thinking about something for more than 20 years, how is it possible!
If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it. You really treat me like an idiot!
Jin Xingwang said "Oh" and stopped talking after realizing he was bored.
Just at this moment, there was a sound of brisk footsteps outside the hospital.
Looking out through the open door, I saw Hu Shi, a round-headed man, running toward the main hall with a khaki wine can in one hand.
"This idiot..." Jin Xingwang covered his mouth and glanced at Gu Ning'an not far away unconsciously.
After realizing that the other party was not looking at him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He almost blurted out his crazy words, but fortunately he quickly suppressed his reaction!
"Sir, I'm here to bring you wine. Grandpa brewed it!" Hu Shi saw Jin Xingwang sitting beside him, but in order not to affect his speech, he naturally ignored him.
While Hu Shi was talking to Gu Ning'an, he also placed the two "dirty" wine jars on the ground.
With its khaki body, rough mud seal, and dark red wine cloth, it looks like this wine is home-brewed.
Jin Xingwang looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh in his heart: It's not enough to bring the wine once, he had to bring it twice.
Mr. Gu didn't even accept two taels of silver for a jar of Fenjiu, so how could he possibly value the worthless wine brought by this idiot?
"Go and move to the corner. Go back and thank Mr. Hu for me." Gu Ning'an pointed to the wall and smiled.
"Yeah!" Hu Shi immediately followed the instructions and moved the wine.
Seeing that Gu Ning'an actually accepted the "bad wine" sent by Hu Chi'er and refused to accept his own good wine, Jin Xingwang's face suddenly turned ugly...
"Jin... Xingwang, you're here too... Good morning, hello!" After moving the drinks, Hu Chi'er greeted Jin Xingwang, whom he had ignored before.
Hu Laozhang taught him to be polite. Since he and Jin Xingwang had lifted their "estrangement" last time, they naturally had to say hello when they met now.
However, in Jin Xingwang's eyes, this scene became a naked mockery.
He snorted coldly and said angrily to Gu Ning'an: "Sir, have you ever drank his wine?"
Gu Ning'an shook his head: "I haven't drunk it."
Upon hearing this, Jin Xingwang's tone became even more aggressive: "You haven't drunk the drinks from the same two families, but you don't want the ones from my family, but want the ones from Hu Chi'er's?"
"You even say that you are not used to drinking my wine, but you haven't even drank it. How do you know if you are used to drinking it or not?"
Bang!
"Don't be rude to sir!" Hu Ying stepped on the ground hard and made a "thump" sound. He rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was about to take action.
Hu Shi was no more than five years old, with a round head and a round body, his arms were as fleshy as lotus joints, and his height could only reach Jin Xingwang's navel.
With such a huge disparity in height and size, Hu Shi actually wanted to stand up for Gu Ning'an, which made the latter laugh.
"Xiao Hu Shi, your arms are not as thick as other people's thighs, so don't try to show off." Gu Ning'an smiled and waved her hand, and at the same time looked at Jin Xingwang and asked: "Is this wine of yours really home-brewed? "
Jin Xingwang felt guilty for a moment, then said harshly: "Of course, my grandfather has always liked making wine, and his craftsmanship is much better than some people!"
Gu Ning'an pointed at the wine jar at hand and said calmly: "Then why do I think this wine jar still has a traveler's seal on it?"
"Impossible, I've already dug out the seal!" As he spoke, Jin Xingwang didn't react at all, but pointed to a spot on the wine jar and said, "Look, you can tell there was something there at this location. Pass the seal?"
Gu Ning'an nodded: "Yes, it was indeed handled very cleanly."
"Then you..." Jin Xingwang's words stopped abruptly, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he had spilled the beans.
He stood there as if petrified, and when he met Gu Ning'an's calm eyes, he couldn't help but feel his ears burning!
“Since it’s home-brewed, why do we need to clean the seal?”
This was said by Hu Shi.
He really didn't react before he asked.
But when it fell on Jin Xingwang's ears, it was really a harsh mockery.
With no face left behind, he picked up the Fenjiu on the table and ran outside with long strides.
At this moment, he completely forgot that his grandfather was still busy making yokan in the kitchen, and he also forgot that his grandfather and grandson had worked hard to prepare for this meeting, so that he could become Gu Ning'an's apprentice...
