The blood of the perfect world spreads all over the sky

A man in his thirties appeared in front of Baili Dongjun. He was dressed in rich brocade clothes. He was tall and had a kind face. However, his left eyebrow was white, which was a bit strange.

The man looked at Baili Dongjun and was slightly startled. Then he suddenly realized, smiled, and asked tentatively: "The waiter?"

Baili Dongjun's face suddenly turned cold. This was of course not the first time he heard this sentence, but he was very unhappy every time he heard it.

His tone was not so kind, and he corrected: "I am the boss." He always tried to look warm and welcoming, but he was actually the little bully of Qiandong City.

The white-browed man looked at the little boss in front of him who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, nodded, and said with a smile: "The little boss looks young, and his business is quite big."

Baili Dongjun is dressed in a green shirt and has a handsome face. He does look like a young man studying, but there is an aura in his gestures and a touch of arrogance in his eyes, a bit like a man doing big business.

Baili Dongjun shook his head, dissatisfied with others' comments about his wine shop. He opened this wine shop to promote his wine, not to make money.

“Whether the business is big or not depends not on the size of the restaurant’s appearance, but on whether the wine tastes good!”

“Come in for a drink and it doesn’t taste good—then go home and change your tongue.”

In the past, he might have needed others to taste the wine and give comments. Now, his wine has undergone some improvements and tastes better. Among them, Tusu wine has been improved to be poured by the glass.

Not to mention the distillation, making spirits is easy, but the bamboo pipe is not good, which gives the spirits a bamboo flavor. He wants to find an opportunity to replace it with pottery or porcelain.

"Bold!" one of the guards shouted angrily.

The man with white eyebrows waved his hand to stop the guards, then turned to the attendants and said, "We are already at the door of the wine shop anyway. I'll invite everyone in for a drink."

Hearing this, the coachman and the eight attendants all dismounted and stepped into the wine shop. They had traveled a long way, and it rained again yesterday. At this time, the soft armor was covered with mud. Now they all stepped into the wine shop, and the mud on their boots was covered with mud. All left on the smooth floor.

Baili Dongjun frowned. The white-browed man noticed this detail, smiled and said: "Little boss, I'll pay double the price of the drink."

Turning to look at the menu on the wall.

Sangluo, Xinfeng, Cornus officinalis, Songfen, Chang'an, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Osmanthus fragrans, Dukang, Songhua, Shravaka, Prajna, a total of twelve cups of wine, each cup has twenty taels.

It's wrong to call it a recipe, because it only has the name of the wine, not the name of the dish.

Baili Dongjun wanted Shi Lei to be a cook, but Shi Lei refused.

One of the attendants sneered, knocked on the table with his sword scabbard, and said solemnly: "Do you know how much the best wine in the world sells for?"

"A cup of eighteen taels. My wine is only ten times better than his. I sell it for twenty taels, which is considered cheap. If it weren't for the sake of reputation, you wouldn't be able to drink twenty taels." Baili Dongjun He looked arrogant, but his tone was reasonable.

He plans to increase the price of wine. The wine will taste better and the price will naturally become more expensive. Otherwise, it would be inappropriate to ask for all 10,000 taels of gold from his family.

The attendant was stunned. He didn't expect that the little boss in front of him would dare to utter such arrogant words. Selling twenty taels per cup was not expensive enough. He was about to curse a few words, but was stopped by the white-browed man.

The white-browed man's expression remained normal. He nodded and said, "Then I'll take one each, and the little boss will go to the bar."

After he finished speaking, he took out a banknote directly from his pocket and placed it on the table. The denomination was very clear: five hundred taels of silver.

"Wait a moment." Baili Dongjun turned around and walked towards the kitchen without accepting the bill.

The attendant who just spoke came close to the white-browed man's ear and whispered to the white-browed man: "There is only one boss in this wine shop, and there are no cooks or waiters."

"There are still two people, one should be a customer and the other may be a guard." The white-browed man glanced slightly and looked at the far corner of the shop.

There was a person lying there. It was still early in the morning, but he was already drunk and unconscious. The person was wearing white clothes. The clothes were too white and clean, and the materials were not top-notch, but there was a silver-white spear leaning on the edge of the table.

Turning his head to look in the other direction, there was a young man standing quietly there, tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and extremely handsome. He was holding a long sword and looking at it steadily, motionless.

The most eye-catching thing is his short hair, which is neat and tidy, a bit like an outsider.

I don't know if his gaze made the young man feel it. The young man raised his head and glanced at everyone, then lowered his head and ignored them.

The attendant looked at Shi Lei, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the white-browed man.

The white-browed man tapped the table with his fingertips and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of person can open a shop on Longshou Street?"

The attendant frowned slightly and looked in Shi Lei's direction with his side view. He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, ready to draw the sword to hurt anyone at any time.

After a while, Baili Dongjun came back with a tray and placed twelve bottles of wine on the table one after another. Each wine bottle had an exquisite wine name on it.

The man with white eyebrows distributed the wine to everyone and pointed to the stool beside him: "Boss, there are eleven of us, one cup for each person. After drinking, there is still one cup left. How about sitting down and drinking together? Have fun?"

Baili Dongjun hesitated for a moment, then sat down and said, "Then I won't refuse."

The white-browed man glanced around and pushed the Chang'an wine in front of Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun looked at the name of the wine and said with regret: "Chang'an wine has a long-lasting taste and is best drunk when it's dark and cold. It's early in the morning and it's a pity that the guests won't drink it."

The white-browed man smiled, took back Chang'an, and pushed the osmanthus over. Baili Dongjun still looked regretful: "The osmanthus wine is fragrant and sweet, but even if you are in a good mood, you have traveled all the way here, and you still walked on the dirt road. You must be in a restless mood, so a drink would be just right.”

The white-browed man shook his head slightly, his fake smile became more sincere, and praised: "The boss is really a wine lover. Did the boss brew these twelve bottles of wine himself?"

Baili Dongjun looked at the twelve glasses of wine and liked each one very much. He finally took the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and poured himself a glass. He said proudly: "When I was seven years old, I drank for the first time in my life, and I have been drinking since then. I am obsessed with winemaking. From the age of nine to now, I have learned winemaking from eight masters. Now I have been winemaking for eight years, and my friends have taught me new winemaking techniques. My wine is not perfect, but it is better than ordinary wines. , and looking at the world, my wine is definitely the strongest.”

The white-browed man nodded. When he talked about wine, the intensity in the boss's eyes was clearly visible. He seemed to be a really good drinker.

The white-browed man poured himself a glass of Chang'an wine, took a sip and tasted it carefully.

Just one bite.

A warmth rose from the Dantian and filled the whole body, feeling that all the irritability in the whole person was swept away.

He traveled for hundreds of miles with the purpose of killing people. The string in his heart became tighter and tighter. He couldn't calm down along the way. But now, because of a bowl of wine, his tense heart string relaxed.

The white-browed man opened his eyes, took a long breath, and praised: "Good wine, you should be rewarded."

When the attendants heard the words, they were curious and took a sip from the wine glass. Each of them had different expressions, whether they were happy or homesick... In the end, they all turned into two words: "Good wine."

After tasting the wine, the white-browed man remembered his mission and asked the little boss, "Is the little boss from Sangluo City?"