Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

The old beggar picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

He said to Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang, "The wine you're selling has attracted attention, and someone will probably come looking for trouble with you soon."

Jiang Shuang recalled that several of the customers who came to the store today did have strange expressions and hurriedly finished their braised pork trotter rice before leaving.

She and Lin Xiaoqian exchanged a glance, their eyes shining brightly.

The opportunity they've been searching for to showcase their weapons has finally arrived!

They better come on strong.

Lin Xiaoqian said to the old beggar with some gratitude, "Grandpa, thank you for telling us the news."

The old beggar waved his hand: "No need to thank me, it was just a coincidence."

Looking up at the two young girls who had no internal strength and were powerless, he couldn't help but advise them, "The other party is not friendly. Young girls, if you really can't handle it, you should leave quickly."

Lin Xiaoqian poured the old beggar a glass of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and handed it to him, saying, "Old man, our little shop has only been open for one day. How can we just close down like this?"

Jiang Shuang chimed in, "Yes, old man, you can't be a thief for a thousand days and guard against thieves for a thousand days. Besides, you can't run away at the slightest sound. We're doing business honestly and uprightly, and we haven't done anything wrong."

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "Does the old man know whose eyes I've caught?"

The old beggar took the wine cup, took a small sip, and said in a low voice, "There is a wine shop called Zuixiangge on East Street, which is owned by Eunuch Cao, the Grand Eunuch of the Palace. Although it is ostensibly owned by a eunuch, many people speculate that it is actually used to amass wealth for the emperor."

Jiang Shuang raised an eyebrow and said, "What does this have to do with us?"

The old beggar glanced at her and continued, "The wine you sell is more expensive than that of Zuixiang Pavilion. You sell it for twenty taels of silver a bottle, while the most expensive jar at Zuixiang Pavilion is only five taels of silver. Doesn't that attract attention? You've stolen their thunder; how can you not incur jealousy?"

Jiang Shuang crossed her arms and snorted coldly, "That's because their wine is bad. Our wine is of superior quality and worth the price! If they want to cause trouble, then let them come." She wanted to see what tricks this martial arts world had up its sleeve.

The old beggar shook his head and said, "Young lady, this is no joke. That Eunuch Cao wields immense power in the palace and is ruthless. If you offend him, you'll likely suffer the consequences."

Lin Xiaoqian said, "Don't worry, old man, we'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Seeing that the two girls were so determined, the old beggar sighed helplessly: "Alright, alright, you should still be careful, don't blame me for not warning you."

The old beggar thought to himself that if the two girls were really in danger, he would do his best to protect them, which would be his way of repaying them for eating and drinking for free.

The old beggar hastily finished eating his pig's feet rice and went out to find a corner to huddle in.

However, her slightly closed eyes would occasionally glance at the entrance of Lin Xiaoqian's shop.

A short while later, an exquisite sedan chair came from the street corner, followed by seven or eight tall and burly men.

The old beggar sat up straight, frowned, and squinted. When he saw a wealthy middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes emerge from the sedan chair, his heart sank to the bottom.

That man was none other than Wan Chou, the manager of Zui Xiang Ge and the adopted son of Eunuch Cao!

The seven or eight burly men behind him were all top-notch experts.

Seeing that Wan Chou had brought five or six people inside, and that two people were left to guard the entrance.

The old beggar got up, stretched, and moved closer to the shop entrance, then plopped down against the wall to the right of the door.

The man guarding the door on the right saw an old beggar sitting down beside him, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "You dead beggar, get lost."

The old beggar glanced at him but didn't move. "The sun is shining brightly here. I like to sit here and bask in the sun."

The man glared angrily: "You ignorant, filthy beggar, I told you to get lost, so get lost and don't get in my way."

Seeing that the old beggar was still motionless, he immediately drew the knife from his waist and was about to slash at the old beggar.

He was stopped by the man on the left: "Jia San, don't cause trouble. If we ruin the shopkeeper's plans, we'll be in deep trouble."

The shopkeeper instructed that no one was allowed to enter or leave; all they needed to do was guard the door. The shopkeeper hated any unnecessary trouble.

Remembering the shopkeeper's instructions, Jia San could only glare at the old beggar resentfully and stand at the door, ignoring everyone else.

Seeing that the guards were no longer chasing him away, the old beggar closed his eyes, channeled his inner energy, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside the shop.

When Wan Chou, the manager of Zui Xiang Ge, entered the shop, he saw that, just as the messenger had said, there were only two beautiful young women inside, and he felt that victory was already in his grasp.

He wasn't in a hurry to reveal his purpose. Instead, he sat down and instructed Lin Xiaoqian and the other person, "I've heard that your restaurant's braised pork trotter rice is exceptional. Bring me a bowl to try."

Seeing the man's cunning and treacherous appearance, Lin Xiaoqian guessed that this was probably the person the old beggar had mentioned who had come to cause trouble.

But Lin Xiaoqian wasn't afraid at all; once you're on her turf, you have to listen to her.

She said calmly, "Sir, our shop is sold out of pork trotter rice today. If you would like some, please come back tomorrow."

Wan Chou glanced at Lin Xiaoqian, somewhat surprised. He had terrified countless people with his display of force, yet this young woman remained so calm.

However, he didn't come here today to eat pork trotters rice.

He stated his purpose: "I heard you sell wine here? I'd like a pot to try."

Lin Xiaoqian said, "We have a wide variety of wines in our shop. What kind would you like to drink?"

Wan Chou's small eyes darted around as he looked the shop up and down, and he said, "I'll drink the most expensive wine in your shop."

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at Jiang Shuang, who then turned and went to the liquor cabinet to get a bottle of Moutai.

Wan Chou's eyes narrowed when he saw the Moutai bottle. The wine pot was exquisite, and although it was neither gold nor silver, it was obviously very valuable.

When Jiang Shuang opened the lid, the aroma of the wine spread, and Wan Chou's expression became somewhat subtle.

The aroma of the wine is rich and mellow; one whiff and you know it's a rare and fine brew.

He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and his expression became quite interesting.

He knew in his heart that the wine in his shop was far inferior to this wine.

Even the five-tael Ningxiang Yuye liquor in the shop, compared to this wine, looks almost like dishwater; no wonder it can be priced at twenty taels.

Wan Chou put down his wine cup and looked at Lin Xiaoqian: "Young lady, did you brew this wine yourselves?"

Lin Xiaoqian shook his head and told the truth: "This wine is not brewed by us, it was obtained from elsewhere."

Wan Chou hurriedly asked, "Where did you get it?"

"We can't tell you that. Even if we did, you wouldn't be able to find it." Lin Xiaoqian spoke sincerely. Even if he told Wan Chou that it was made in the United States, would Wan Chou still be able to buy it?

After saying that, he added, "If you like, you can buy it in my shop."

To Wan Chou, it meant something completely different.

In his mind, the wine was brewed by Lin Xiaoqian and the others themselves. They were just afraid that others would steal the brewing recipe, so they deliberately lied and said that the wine came from somewhere else.

If it was obtained from somewhere else, then why can't we say where it came from?

With his godfather around, there's nowhere he can't find a job!