The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

"Let's start eating."

Lan Luochen was not around, so she had to prepare meals for the two children. Everyone was in no hurry to eat, so they just watched Lan Wangshu busying himself, picking up food for one and wiping the mouth of another. The sunlight from above their heads sprinkled down, with a holy tenderness.

"Sister, that's enough. This is enough for you to eat. Come and eat. We are grown up now and can eat by ourselves."

Lan Wangyan has been brainwashed by Lan Luochen in various ways recently, and he also feels that these little things should not be left to his sister to do, and that men can take care of themselves.

Lan Wangshu smiled and nodded, then began to invite everyone to eat.

Zhou Xingnan was unconsciously mesmerized by the way she looked just now. He thought of his mother. Since his younger brother was born, his mother had increasingly ignored him.

The girl's eyes swept across Zhou Xingnan's somewhat dazed pupils, as if she reminded him of something sad. Otherwise, when had this person ever been so quiet? After all, he was still a child.

She stood up and pushed a long wrought iron table over from the outside. On it were various glass bottles in various colors, and a strange-looking iron cup.

"You guys came at the right time today. This is the bartending show prepared by Zui Fusheng."

Lan Wangshu reached out and took an hourglass-shaped dosing cup, took some light golden liquid and put it into the cup, then took some thick red syrup and put it in, shook it slightly, and poured it from the cup into a straight-up glass.

He took out a washed bitter gourd from the second layer of the small table, cut it lengthwise, took out the long and thin strip in the middle, twisted it twice and put it into the light red liquid, sprinkled some osmanthus on it, and placed it in front of Zhou Xingnan.

"Don't you want to drink? Try it."

Once again, she mixed different drinks for everyone, except the two little ones and Li Yanhuan.

"Why didn't I?"

"What kind of wine does a little girl drink?"

Li Yanhuan was so angry that she almost laughed. What was he saying? Lan Wangshu was obviously younger than her, so why could she drink?

Lan Wangshu looked at her with an unconvinced expression, shook his head helplessly, and scooped a little from her cup with a clean spoon.

Li Yanhuan took a sip. This wine was not spicy at all, but sweet. Is this also wine? He wanted to drink more, but was rejected by Lan Wangshu.

"Why can you, but I can't?"

"This is mine. Besides," Lan Wangshu looked around, "I can be responsible for myself. Can you? If one day you can support yourself, I will let you drink."

Li Yanhuan closed his mouth angrily and stuffed the cake into his mouth.

Lan Wangshu narrowed his eyes, looking intoxicated, like a little fox stealing wine. Li Yanhuan bit the cake at hand even harder.

The villain in my heart is scratching the wall like crazy, bad Lan Wangshu, stinky Lan Wangshu.

"This wine is interesting. It has a floral and fruity aroma at first, followed by a burning sensation, and the aftertaste is surprisingly bitter."

Zhou Xingnan took a sip and savored it for a long time before he began to comment.

"Is the taste different? My cup smells sweet, but it tastes spicy, bitter on the tip of my tongue, and a little sour."

Liu Huaian put down the wine in his hand and drank a cup of tea. The taste was really too complicated.

"Of course they are different. If they were the same, I would just make a jar and you can divide it up."

Lan Wangshu spoke with a smile in his tone, and tilted his head to pour a milky drink for the two children, which looked like milk.

"Why? This cup of mine is very refreshing, as if a cool breeze is passing through my mouth."

"This is a special drink, tailor-made by the boss for the guests. This cup of Jinyu is my impression of him, this cup of Jingyang is because I saw you were in a trance just now, and this cup of Yunan is life. As for what you can drink, it all depends on what you think. Come, eat some tofu first, this is something you can't even order."

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and nodded from time to time. No one spoke, and it seemed that they were still savoring the glass of wine they had just had.

This wine is the bridge. After a few drinks, the atmosphere became lively. After eating, several people sat in the room with a hanging chair to experience it. Li Yanhuan liked it very much and wanted to move home directly.

She rubbed her hands on the rope and listened quietly to their conversation next door. At this moment, she realized a problem: she could not speak in front of those men like Lan Wangshu did.

Li Yanhuan didn't understand why this happened. Her background was much better than Lan Wangshu's, and she was brought up as an aristocrat, so why couldn't she get respect from men? She did receive a lot of care, but she often had no say in things. The little girl shook her head, and the tassels on her hairpin were messy and hung randomly on her hair.

Another room separated by a wall.

"So Zui Fusheng is going to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival event together with Dingzhenlou?"

"Yes, the tone of both stores is elegant, and the main customers are scholars. Since they are both profitable businesses of mine, let's go big together in the county."

She looked nonchalant, as if she was talking about something insignificant, and she hadn't thought about what her actions would bring to the entire county.