"Please don't be offended, sir. We're open for business, so there's no reason to refuse guests. But I wonder what kind of wine the girl wants to drink and what kind of food she wants to pair with it?"
"Oh?" When Mu Liuli heard this, he smiled and said, "Does the store have more than one kind of wine, and do different wines need to be paired with different dishes?"
"That's not true. There is only one kind of wine in our restaurant and only one dish!"
"That's right, since it's a kind of wine and a dish, why not serve it together!"
"Young girl, you don't know. My wine has ten flavors. One flavor. A glass of wine and a bite of food. Naturally, this dish also has ten flavors!"
"Haha, interesting!" Mu Liuli said with a smile: "Then bring up all ten flavors of wine. I want to taste it!"
"Okay, wait a minute, you two!"
Mu Liuli watched the lame man leave the garden, and the two sat down at a wooden table.
"Miss Mu, this wine... doesn't cost that much!"
"Hey, it's okay. Don't you think this old man is very interesting, Mr. Lin? I want to see the difference between ten glasses of wine!"
"He is not an old man. In my opinion, this man's skills...are not inferior to yours or mine!"
"Oh...really? Why didn't I see it?" Mu Liuli felt deeply surprised.
After just one cup of tea, the lame man carried a white porcelain wine pot and walked forward swaying. A ray of morning light passed through the osmanthus branches and leaves, casting a faint shadow. The mist was thick and the water vapor was thick. The osmanthus garden was slowly changing. A rich fragrance wafts...
The lame man placed the white porcelain wine pot on the table, with an ambiguous smile on his lips, and his voice became hoarse: "You two have been waiting for a long time. The wine has been brewed. This wine is called Osmanthus wine. This store has been in the store for thirty years. Old wine!" After saying that, he opened the lid of the pot, picked up a bamboo spoon and took a spoonful of steaming wine from the pot, slowly poured it into the two empty glasses on the table, and then pushed one cup at a time to the two of them. In front of him, he said with a gloomy smile: "The aroma is mellow, the color is clear and moist, please use it slowly!" But for the last four words, he had an extremely heavy voice, which was indescribably weird!
The wine glass was not big, and could hold at most one or two glasses of wine. After pouring the one or two glasses of wine from the bamboo spoon into the glass, only half the glass was left. The lame man carefully added the wine, without even looking at them, and bent over. He picked up the wine bottle and left!
This time, Mu Liuli carefully looked at the lame man's back. Except for the ugly walking posture, there was nothing unusual about the whole person. However, when her eyes fell on the ground, she couldn't help but take a breath. Those footsteps stepped on the soft soil, but did not leave a single footprint!
"Young Master Lin, you are right, the skills of this man's legs and feet are not simple!"
Lin Feng, who had always lowered his head and said nothing, quietly looked at the osmanthus wine on the table, and said nonchalantly: "Jian is not simple. Maybe it has nothing to do with us. After drinking this glass of wine, we will leave!" He picked up the wine glass. , and slowly poured the wine into his mouth. It was just a small sip, and he would never forget it again. The wine entered his throat, lingering and moist, mellow and fragrant. In an instant, a warm current surged from his belly to his heart, making him deeply moved. The chill dissipated instantly. He was a swordsman and a lifelong alcoholic, but this glass of osmanthus wine was the most precious glass of wine in his life!
When Mu Liuli looked at him, the empty wine glass had been put back on the table. Her expression changed and she hurriedly asked: "Young Master Lin, there won't be anything wrong with this wine, right?" Lin Feng smiled faintly at her. , with a flick of his lips and tongue: "Good wine!"
"My guest is a good drinker, and you can tell from the first glance that he is a drinker!"
"Thank you to the store. I can't say I drink well. I just like to drink too much!"
"Hehehe, if you can drink this glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in one gulp without pouring it over, your guest is considered to be the first person among the drinkers!"
"Oh?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he turned to the lame man and said thoughtfully, "Could it be that this osmanthus wine is really extraordinary?"
The lame man seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "There is nothing special about this wine. It's just that it has been brewed for a longer time and the osmanthus used is different!"
While the lame man was talking, he had placed a bluestone jar the size of a bowl on the wooden table, and ten empty wine glasses were neatly placed in front of Lin Feng.
"Tell me, what's different about this osmanthus wine?" Mu Liuli asked curiously!
The lame man glanced at the ten wine glasses on the table and blinked his eyelashes twice. However, he did not answer her question immediately. Instead, he grinned and said, "The ten glasses of wine that the girl asked for are all here!" But when he saw him Take out the koji of various colors from the bluestone jar: black, red, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple...
He chanted: "This osmanthus wine is made from osmanthus, cinnamon bark, and osmanthus leaves refrigerated in the winter snow, and it took twenty years to brew. These ten kinds of wine are: Lingxi, Xinfeng, Sangluo, Jian Nan, Song Miao, Tu Su, Yu Ling, Ruoxia, Dogwood, Xie Bai, every song is an old song that has been frozen for hundreds of years. If you use them as an introduction and drink it with sweet-scented osmanthus wine, you only need to Just half a cup and you’ll be drunk!”
"There will be such a magical wine in the world. I will drink it to my heart's content. Shopkeeper, bring me the wine!"
"My guest is so generous!"
The lame man laughed evilly, stretched out his hands carelessly, and picked up a little koji on his fingertips. He flicked his fingers lightly, and heard the sound of "sand...sand...sand...". The two of them looked at the ten kinds of koji. , fell into the ten wine glasses exactly, none of them was empty, there was a lot of the same, and they were divided evenly!
"Old man, where did you learn this skill of not touching Yang Chunsui with ten fingers? Mr. Li, I feel itchy in my heart when I look at it, why don't you teach me too!"
The three of them looked around in unison, and saw six or seven men in coarse linen clothes rushing into the Osmanthus Garden with steps that they didn't recognize. The man who spoke had a pointed mouth and shrank his cheeks, and his complexion seemed to be a bit different in his green robe. In the cold, he took the lead and sat at the wooden table, tapped the table with one finger, and said with a smile: "Brothers, please sit down quickly, Mr. Li is here to treat you today!"
When he said this, the six or seven men in sackcloth did not hesitate and sat down around him with serious faces.
The man who claimed to be Mr. Li shook his calf, glanced at the wine glass on Lin Feng's table with the corner of his eye, shook his head, and said to the lame man: "I said you are an old man, and there are only two guests. I’ve bought so many wine glasses that I’m going to eat them to death!”
"Here, bring some to Mr. Li!" Mr. Li raised his right hand and pointed at the wine glass. His face was full of joy, as if there was a big happy event today, which made it difficult for him to calm down!
The lame man smiled and came up to him: "A few of our guests want to drink, so they have to wait for a while!"
"What are you waiting for? If you wait any longer, I will kill someone!" The black-faced man in linen clothes who had been sitting said a cruel word, and with a "clang", a big knife was thrown on the table: "Master Li, don't play tricks. If we delay going to the Ten Kings Palace, our heads will be gone!"
"Oh, brother, what did you say? I am true to my word and will never break my promise!"
He then shouted to the lame man: "Old man, can you hurry up? You see, the brothers can't wait any longer!"
The lame man was not in a hurry, but slowly added a little osmanthus wine to each of the ten wine glasses. He raised his eyebrows and forced a smile: "Lingnan Lingxi is the best wine, ranking fourth. You may wish to try it!" Then he moved a glass of purple wine to Lin Feng's table.
When Lin Feng saw this, he was neither sad nor happy, and asked: "Fourth in wine...who ranks first?"
The lame man smiled but did not answer...
"I should be the first in line!" The man in linen and black face finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out his knife with a clatter and struck it hard on the wooden table in front of Lin Feng. The table made a "buzzing" sound.
If it were anyone else, he would have been scared to death, but this Lin Feng didn't even raise his head!
The ten glasses of wine on the table flew off the table the moment the wooden table trembled violently. After the table stabilized, they landed on the table again. Each glass of wine was as calm as a mirror!
For just a moment, the six or seven people in linen clothes were speechless, and the six or seven people in linen clothes were stunned. The black-faced man in linen clothes who was "number one" opened his mouth wide, but did not say another word.
"Oh, master, you are so tall!" Mr. Li seemed to be so proud that he slapped the table in excitement and slipped to the ground!
Lin Feng picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Then he picked up a second glass... a third glass...
Mu Liuli just watched in surprise as the cups of wine on the table dwindled. Her clear eyes were as elegant as the sweet-scented osmanthus in September!
After finishing the tenth glass of wine, the lame man's face turned ugly, but a smile still appeared on his exhausted face: "You are not an ordinary person, can you tell me your name?"
Lin Feng's eyebrows were as green as mountains, but he didn't answer.
"Aren't you afraid that the wine is poisonous?"
"Hahahaha, the world is poisonous, what can it do to me!"
Lin Feng smiled proudly and said: "How can a mere pot of wine comfort the wind and dust? A thousand cups of incomprehensible drinking, a thousand cups of suffering and sinking, a young man who is frivolous and has a weak liver and gallbladder!"
"Your Excellency...but Lin Feng?"
"My dear, Lin Feng, yes!"
The word "Lin Feng" seems to swallow up thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
"Lin Feng?"
"Is he Lin Feng?"
"Is he dead?"
"How many Lin Feng are there in this world?"
The people in Mai have too many questions at the moment, and maybe they will never be able to answer these questions!
And Lin Feng didn't know where his fate would go.
Just listen to the lame man say: "Young Master Lin, there will be someone to meet you in the Ten Kings Palace, take care of you all the way!"
No one noticed that while the cripple was speaking, tears were glistening in the corners of his eyes, and a drop of dark red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth...
I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turns out that it’s not the same. I’m a young man traveling! Then invite the east wind to embrace the bright moon, but if the spring doesn’t allow you to look back again! Retracing my childhood journey to my old place, it snowed non-stop and my head turned white! The remaining willows are silent and the geese are not missing. The west wind is turning and the world is already autumn! Hesitantly raised his glass to Gu Ying, but before he could say a word, his tears first stayed...
