Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Although the business of "Meituan Elema" is slow, it is the closest.

Chengfeng didn't think much and walked towards the restaurant.

Several men who looked like servants were walking out of the hall, each holding a food box in their hands, and walking excitedly into the distance.

One of the servants was passing by Chengfeng. He looked at Chengfeng and then left quickly.

The aroma from the food box wafts in.

Chengfeng curled the corners of his mouth and felt his stomach rumbling in protest.

"It smells so good!" Chengfeng praised inwardly and quickened his pace towards the restaurant.

Suddenly, a thin figure hurriedly passed by him, and then a cursing voice came from behind.

"Stop right there, you blind man!"

Chengfeng turned around and saw a burly man with a fleshy face walking towards him quickly, panting.

However, he did not continue chasing the figure, but stopped ten meters away from Chengfeng.

He was breathing heavily, with one hand on his waist and the other pointing at the thin figure and cursing.

"You turtle bastard, you walk without eyes, don't let me catch you."

It turned out that he had bumped into someone. Chengfeng shook his head, turned around and walked into the restaurant.

"Waiter, cut me a pound of beef and a bowl of plain noodles."

Chengfeng found a nearby table and sat down, then gave instructions to the waiter who was coming over.

"Okay! Sir, what else would you like to order? Would you like to try our specialty beer?" the waiter said with a bow.

"Sir? Beer?"

Chengfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking puzzled, and felt unfamiliar with the words used by the waiter.

The word "sir" is a little more understandable.

However, it seems a bit inappropriate to use it on oneself.

As for this beer, this is the first time I've heard of it.

My dad is an alcoholic. He has drunk more different kinds of alcohol than he has walked.

Although not everything he drank was real, he knew the names of various kinds of wine by heart.

Countless times, I heard my drunken father bragging in front of me about what he drank and what kind of wine he drank.

I also know a little about wine.

However, I have never heard of the name of beer.

"Sir, you have never heard of beer, have you?"

The waiter saw Chengfeng's confusion and put on a smile.

"I can see you're from out of town, so that's a good sign. Beer is a specialty of our town in New York, and it's delicious and not intoxicating. Would you like to try it?"

"Beer?" Chengfeng hesitated and shook his head slightly.

"No need, we have to hurry and drink, so hurry up and serve the food!"

"Sir, you really don't want to give it a try?"

The waiter continued to persuade him with a shameless face: "Speaking of this beer, it is exclusive to our Mei Tuan Ele Ma. You will never find such good beer again if you leave here. Since you are here, you must not miss it."

"Exclusive? This wine is only produced by your family?"

Chengfeng's gaze lingered on the waiter's face for a moment, and he asked in confusion.

"Sir, you are absolutely right!" The waiter nodded hurriedly, revealing a scoundrel's face.

"Sir, if you're talking about this beer, it's only produced by my family. No one else does."

"This wine is brewed by my shop owner Situ Yifan using his own secret recipe."

"It has a delicious and fragrant taste and is sold hundreds of miles away. If it weren't for the inconvenience of transportation, it would have been sold all over the country long ago."

"haha, really?"

Cheng Feng's mouth curled up, as if he was persuaded, and smiled, "Okay! Give me two taels to try!"

"Two taels?"

The waiter hesitated for a moment, stared at Chengfeng for a few seconds, and nodded, "Okay! Sir, wait a moment!"

While waiting, two black horses appeared outside the door, and two guys in yellow clothes jumped off the horses.

The two men carried a food box in each hand and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Chengfeng was sitting on a chair and could vaguely hear something coming from the kitchen: "How many orders have been run?" and "How many orders have been run?"

Complaints like "Everything is being imitated, and business is hard to do."

Not long after, two more black horses came back, each carrying two food boxes, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

However, when someone passed by Chengfeng, he looked at Chengfeng a few times, then quickly lowered his head and went into the kitchen.

After the man entered the kitchen, Chengfeng only heard one sentence, "Not as good as when we were in the mountains," and he could no longer hear their conversation clearly.

They seemed to be talking in low voices, and nobody knew what they were talking about.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the food and drinks had not yet arrived.

Chengfeng sat at the wooden table, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the table, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Waiter, why hasn't my meal been served yet?"

"I'm coming!"

Finally, the waiter slowly came over carrying the food that Chengfeng had ordered.

The dishes on the tray made a slight clash sound, and Chengfeng couldn't help but frown.

"Sir, your food is here."

This time, the waiter changed his address and his facial expression became much colder.

He placed the dishes on the table one by one. Although his movements were not rude, they were definitely not careful.

"What's going on? You made me wait so long just to order this dish?"

Looking at the wine and food that were served so late, Chengfeng's tone was clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Chengfeng was a little annoyed, the waiter's words became much stiffer.

"You don't understand, you outsider. Our store is doing so well that we are too busy to handle it all at once. It will definitely take some time."

Chengfeng looked around. The hall was empty. There seemed to be no one there except himself.

"Business is too good?"

Chengfeng chuckled and fixed his gaze on the waiter's slightly stiff face.

"I can't see how good the business is here."

The waiter's eyes flickered and he was about to speak.

A waiter walked out from the kitchen. He was the one who passed by Chengfeng.

When he came closer, he winked at the waiter and nodded at Chengfeng with a forced smile.

"Sir, I was delayed for some time because of something in the kitchen. I apologize here and please forgive me."

Although he looked a little stiff, his words were still audible.

The anger in Chengfeng's heart subsided a little.

"Okay, forget it this time. But I hope that next time I come, this won't happen again."

"Next time?" The guy laughed dryly and nodded, "Yes! Yes! This situation will never happen next time."

Chengfeng ignored the two of them and lowered his head to eat.

He picked up two ounces of beer and sniffed it.

The fragrance that I had never experienced before filled my throat and tongue, and a sense of anticipation rose in my heart.

When the silky liquid touched the tip of his tongue, Chengfeng's expression changed suddenly and he almost vomited.

"What is this? Why is it so sour? Did you deceive me with fake wine?" Chengfeng said dissatisfiedly.

"Fake wine?"

The waiter and the guy's faces changed when they saw this.

"Outlander, this 'beer' is a novelty, and perhaps you are not yet accustomed to its unique flavor."

The waiter looked at Chengfeng with contempt.