If you traveled back to ancient times, while others ate Guanyin clay, you would actually have giant

"Is there a problem, Young Master Zhu? If it's really inconvenient, then forget it."

"No, no, no, it's nothing, it's nothing."

Zhu Zhiyong quickly patted his chest and assured her that although he didn't even know where Zhou Wu lived, he couldn't let such a beauty go to waste.

"Then I, Tianji, thank Young Master Zhu."

"Miss Wu, you're too kind. If you need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to come to me."

When Zhu Zhiyong left, he was still lightheaded, as if he had lost his soul.

Zhu Mansion.

"Someone is coming."

"What are your orders, young master?"

"Go and find out where Zhou Wu lives?"

"Young Master, which Zhou Wu?"

"It's Zhou Wu, the one who recently wrote the poem."

Zhu Zhiyong thought about it for a long time at home and finally came up with a way to find Zhou Wu. Zhou Wu's reputation has risen recently, so as long as he sends people out to inquire, it shouldn't be difficult to find him.

. . . .

Zhou Wu was playing mahjong at home with Li Baiwei and a few others when a servant came to report that a friend had come looking for him.

Are you sure the other person said they were my friend?

"Yes, sir. It was because the other party claimed to be your friend that I dared not delay and came to report this."

Zhou Wu had only been to the capital a few times. Although he was staying in the capital this time, he tried to keep a low profile. So apart from the Crown Prince and Gu Xinyuan, he didn't know anyone else. Now that his servant said that his friend had come to see him, Zhou Wu thought for a long time but couldn't remember who it was.

"Does he even have a surname?"

"Sir, he said his surname is Zhu."

"Zhu?? It's him, please come in quickly."

The surname is Zhu, so there's no one else but Zhu Zhiyong. After all this time, it turns out it was him. Zhou Wu remembered that he didn't seem to have told Zhu Zhiyong where he lived, but he didn't expect the other party to actually find him. He truly deserves to be the son of the Prefect of the Capital.

"Brother Zhu, what a rare guest you are!"

Knowing that guests had arrived, Li Baiwei and the others went back to the backyard.

"Brother Zhou, I've been looking for you everywhere! We parted in such a hurry that I didn't get to have a proper chat with you, which is a real pity."

Zhu Zhiyong actually had to contact his father, Zhu Keduo, to find Zhou Wu's residence. Otherwise, in the vast sea of ​​people in the capital, finding someone would be really difficult.

"Brother Zhu, you're too kind. Please have a seat. Someone, pour some tea and take the mahjong tiles away."

"Wait a minute, Brother Zhou, what is this mahjong? It looks quite novel."

Zhou Wu ordered his servants to take away the mahjong set, but Zhu Zhiyong stopped him. As someone who was proficient in all kinds of entertainment, Zhu Zhiyong could tell at a glance that mahjong was just a pastime.

"Brother Zhu, are you interested in this mahjong?"

"Brother Zhou, would you be willing to explain?"

"It's easy."

Zhou Wudang then pulled Zhu Zhiyong aside to practice and explain at the same time. Zhu Zhiyong listened attentively and nodded in praise. This was much more interesting than rolling dice.

It wasn't until Zhu Zhiyong's stomach started growling that he realized it was already noon.

"Time flies, it's almost noon."

"Brother Zhu, since it's already lunchtime, please don't mind eating at home."

"How can this be? By the way, Zhou Wu, do you have any wine?"

This unexpected twist in his thought process was a bit overwhelming even for Zhou Wu, a modern person.

"Of course."

At noon, it was just Zhou Wu and Zhu Zhiyong. Li Baiwei and the others ate alone in the inner courtyard because they didn't like strangers.

"Brother Zhou, is this what you meant by 'just grabbing a bite'?"

"Don't be offended, Brother Zhu, you've eaten at every restaurant in the capital, so you're just having a simple meal at my place."

“Brother Zhou, please don’t belittle me. I’ve eaten at almost every restaurant in the capital, but compared to your food, it’s like pig swill. Your food is about the same level as Fu Man Lou.”

Fu Man Lou? Isn't that just Gu Xinyuan's restaurant?

"Brother Zhu, please try it and see if it suits your taste."

"Alright, then I won't be polite."

Zhu Zhiyong started eating the unfamiliar dishes. Although he came from a wealthy family, he didn't have the typical aristocratic personality. His biggest hobby was eating, drinking, and having fun, and he didn't have any other problems.

"Mmm, not bad, delicious, really delicious. I take back what I just said, your dishes are even better than those at Fu Man Lou."

Zhu Zhiyong's mouth was dripping with oil as he ate.

"Brother Zhu, slow down, don't choke, have a drink."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Zhou."

After a glass of wine, Zhu Zhiyong made another new discovery.

"Is this Niu Lan Shan?"

"Yes, Brother Zhu doesn't like it?"

"Haha, of course I like it. Brother Zhou, I really underestimated you. My old man only has a few jars of Niu Lan Shan tea in his collection, and he usually keeps them hidden away and is reluctant to drink them."

This was the second person Zhou Wu had heard mention Niu Lanshan wine in just a few days. Although Zhou Wu knew that the wine would sell well, he did not expect it to be so popular.

However, he produces this wine, so its popularity outside doesn't affect his enjoyment of it.

"Brother Zhu likes to drink, so when you leave, I'll give you a few jars."

"Then thank you, Brother Zhou."

After lunch, Zhu Zhiyong felt embarrassed to bother him any longer, so he left, taking with him several jars of Niu Lan Shan liquor and two sets of mahjong tiles. He left satisfied.

Zhu Mansion.

"Old man, old man."

"You insolent brat, shouting and yelling like that, what kind of behavior is this?"

As the Prefect of Jingzhao, Zhu Keduo always appeared dignified and unsmiling in public. He could handle his superiors and manage the common people. No one knew that this dignified Prefect of Jingzhao was actually full of helplessness when facing his own son.

"Hey, you're all home now, aren't you tired? Look what nice things I brought you!"

"This is Niu Lanshan? You stole my wine? Alright, I knew it! You've been eyeing my Niu Lanshan for ages, finally made your move, huh? You..."

Zhu Keduo thought about how his son was usually idle and good-for-nothing, wandering the streets all day. He never expected that his son would actually resort to such tricks. He suddenly felt that he was completely out of control.

"Stop yelling. This isn't yours. A friend gave it to me, and I kindly brought it back for you. You're accusing me of stealing your wine? That's going too far."

"You really didn't steal mine and then give it to me? Just to scam me for pocket money?"

"Hey, I have a short temper. If you don't want it, I'll drink it myself."

"Yes, yes, yes. Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood. How could I not know how filial my son is?"

"Humph."

Although his father accepted the money, Zhu Zhiyong was still a little unhappy. He had meant well, but his kindness was taken for granted.

"Son, what kind of friend do you have? He's so generous!"

Zhu Keduo realized he had wronged his son, so he tried to change the subject to distract him. Sure enough, this tactic worked. As soon as Zhu Zhiyong heard his father asking about his friend, he immediately perked up.

"Hehe, my friend is no ordinary person. You should have heard of his name."

"Oh, I'm actually quite curious about your friend."

Zhu Keduo had only asked casually, but when he heard my son say that, he immediately became interested.