The oriental minister kept silent and did not want to continue to speak.

"what would you like to eat, two guests?" The waiter, clutching the cloth towel, nodded and bowed to inquire.

Feng Fei Yu said, "two jin of beef, a plate of peanuts, a plate of Kung Pao chicken, a plate of shredded potatoes with vinegar." What kind of good wine do you have? "

"Why are you ordering wine?" interjected Dongfang Xianqing with an eye-popping voice.

She took it for granted: "drink, or can you wash your hands or gargle?"

Dongfang Mengqing shut up again, with the expression of'OK, what do you like, I don't care what you drink', and sat by determined not to speak any more.

When the waiter saw that there was a decision between the two people arguing, he quickly introduced Feng Feiyu with a smile: "do you want to drink something spicy, or do you want something mild?"

Feng Fei Yu raised his eyebrows: "what do you say?"

"as for this spirits, the small shop has burning knives, daughter red, and Dukang, while the ones with mellow flavors are Zhuyeqing and Tusu wine." The waiter smiled and introduced to her: "recently, the new wine in the shop came out of the cellar, which is called 'Hantan fragrance'. The entrance is thick, clear and sweet." But. "

Under the inquisitive eyes of Feng Feiyu, he said sheepishly, "but don't talk about the girl. I'm afraid that if the Childe has drunk, he will get drunk before he has had three drinks." So far, no one has been able to have three good drinks and leave the shop without a problem. "

"Don't order!" Dongfang Yuqing did not know what was wrong with her, but she saw a bright light in her eyes, reached out and patted the table hurriedly, and leaned forward to stop her.

But Feng Feiyu is also an easily obedient master?

"then two more altars of cold pool incense." She made up her mind with a big wave of her hand.

Dongfang Yuqing almost lay down on the table, bowed her head in despair, and wanted to wave her sleeves and leave now.

The waiter happily flung the cloth towel on his shoulder, answered, and hurriedly went to order food while placing an order.

Dongfang Qingsheng asked Feng Feiyu unlovably, "what kind of wine do you drink in a girl's house?" What you ordered is still food and drink, so don't tell me it's for me. "

Feng Feiyu shook his head and smiled Lang Lang: "of course, it is for myself to drink. If you are a scholar alone, you are not a drinker. I don't expect you."

"do you still remember that I paid for the clothes you were wearing?"

"Yes, I already thanked you."

"."

Dong Fang Qing buried his face in his hands and felt that life was hopeless. why did he share such an ancestor?

"so you're going to get me wrong, aren't you?" With a long sigh, he gave up hope and accepted his fate.

The waiter served two dishes in succession and brought wine and chopsticks and cutlery.

Feng Feiyu opened the wine altar and smelled it, and the fresh aroma came from the nostrils, accompanied by the smell of alcohol. Just smelling it made her mind clear in an instant.

"that's right," she said as she poured the wine. "after all, I haven't made any money yet. You have to look at me, or what if I run away?" What do you think? "

She looked up at the somewhat lifeless oriental minister.

The other party just looked up and looked into her eyes. Although he did not feel the movement of the spell, the evil look alone made his heart sad.

A seven-foot man, like a snake caught seven inches, died under control.

This damn bad feeling that can't turn over!

He said with a wry smile, "Yes, I'm a creditor, and I have to look at you!" The more he went to the back, the more he clenched his teeth, and the more helpless he became.

Now that he had reached a consensus, Feng Feiyu Zhanyan smiled again, picked up chopsticks and gave him a piece of beef and other dishes.

Although the oriental concubine is not as good as chewing wax, it is not much better. He felt that he was eating his future in one mouthful, and there was no room for redemption at all.

A mouthful of mellow cold pool incense into the throat, Feng Fei Yu can not help but open his eyes.

"good wine!"

Dongfang Yuqing pulled a mouthful of rice and could not help saying casually, "you look only 17 or 18 years old. where did you learn to drink?" The waiter just said, it's a lot of drunkenness, so take it easy. "

Feng Feiyu looked up and took another sip, slightly opened his mouth and exhaled a little, and said, "well, just right, try to see if this body can drink, and it will be easy to weigh it later."

Maybe the strength of the wine really came up, or maybe she didn't care about this kind of thing, and what she said was confusing. But for Dongfang Ying Qing, her words are enough for him to analyze the ingredients.

". Anyway, you drink less. " He said nothing more, but told him not very forcefully.

Feng Feiyu nodded randomly and continued to drink and eat food.

……

The consequence of not listening to advice is that the results of Fengfei Yu's experiment come out-this new body really hasn't had a drink, doesn't say three cups, and looks like a dead pig.

When Dongfang Yuqing came forward to check, she deliberately reached out her hand to probe her nose, felt the pulse at the edge of her neck, and took it back when she felt the heartbeat.

The waiter covered his mouth and said, "Master." What are we going to do about this? Is there anything wrong with the drink? " He doesn't want anything to happen to his own inn because of the new wine.

Dongfang Yuqing stood beside her and thought about destroying the body | exterminating | the trace is more likely, or it is more likely to swallow it and keep it low in order to protect itself.

Finally, he took out an ingot of silver from his arms and told the waiter, "I want one to go to the room. I'm preparing a basin of Scald and cooking a bowl of sober soup.". "

The waiter took the money and asked to leave.

He added: "by the way, put more Coptis chinensis in the sober soup."

Waiter: "Ah?"

He repeated it patiently and meticulously, showing that he was very concerned about the appearance of Feng Feiyu. The waiter suddenly realized and immediately went over and the chef ordered him to go.

He turned his head with a smile and looked at the sleeping man on the table.

Isn't it just a promise?

Just stay with me to the end.