Fast travel: the host is attacked again

Ren Dongliu brought him to a tavern. The tavern is located at the innermost corner of the street. The store is not big, so you can't find it unless you look carefully.I heard that many of the wines here are brewed by the boss himself, and you can't drink them outside.

Standing at the door of the tavern, Shan Huai blinked and said: I want to ask two questions.

"Ask." Ren Dongliu walked in without stopping.

"First." Shan Huai grabbed Ren Dongliu, "There are so many people here, are you sure you have a seat?"

"Sure." Ren Dongliu answered neatly.

"Then second, how do we go back after drinking? There are no hotels nearby."

The reason why he chose which bar at that time was mainly because there were many hotels nearby, and there was a place to stay when he was drunk.

Reluctantly, Ren Dongliu pulled his arm out of Shan Huai's hand, held his hand behind his back and said, "Let's go, I won't let you sleep on the street."

Shan Huai had no room to maneuver, and was dragged straight into the tavern by Ren Dongliu, all he could think about was—whether his mission of holding hands was a success!

As soon as he entered the tavern, Shan Huai ran into a woman who was very gentle at first glance. This was the owner of the tavern.

The owner of the tavern is a girl in her early forties. The reason why she is a girl is naturally because she is not married yet.Shan Huai thinks that such a person is still suitable to be called a girl, not as vulgar as a big sister, nor as abrupt as a young lady.

"I brought someone here today." The girl walked over with a smile, and the long red dress on her body fluttered up and down with her quick movements, showing a thrilling beauty.

Ren Dongliu hummed, and asked, "I'm here for a drink, and I miss your dream of Lugu here."

"Okay, I made a few new pots today, and you came just in time." The girl smiled, and directly took Shan Huai's hand and said, "This Mr. Wei is really handsome, come with me."

Shan Huai was a little stupid, and was dragged into a very elegant private room by the owner in a daze.

The owner of the tavern is surnamed Chen, but the exact name was not revealed, but he just said, just call her Sister Chen.

Shan Huai did not call Miss Chen, but called Miss Chen directly.

Miss Chen was taken aback by Shan Huai's call, then burst into laughter, boasting that Dan Huai had a sweet mouth, and then went to get the wine.

Ren Dongliu sat opposite Shan Huai, looked at him and said with a smile, "I don't know yet, you are still so good at talking."

Shan Huai didn't answer the words, looked at the surrounding layout, and was even more amazed at the elegance of the place.

"I arranged this private room with my own hands." Ren Dongliu narrowed his eyes and flipped through the book in his hand, "I'm the only guest to be entertained."

Ren Dongliu met the owner of this tavern in a small street in the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, she had not opened the tavern, but she made good wine.

When she was a teenager, she buried two altars of daughter red on the ground with her own hands, and she dug them out to entertain guests when she got married.It's a pity that the family was too poor, and no one wanted to marry her, so they dragged on until they were in their 30s.

When Ren Dongliu met her, she was already over [-] years old, and she had no expectations of getting married. Seeing that Ren Dongliu was good-looking, she gave him the wine she brewed.

The two got acquainted like this. Ren Dongliu thought the wine was delicious, and Ms. Chen thought this young man was good.

Later, Ren Dongliu sponsored her to open a tavern in City B, which has been open until now.

Shan Huai sighed, not knowing what to say.That seemingly gentle woman, if she really married, would definitely become a good wife and mother, but she has been wasted until now.

Seeming to see Shan Huai's pity, Ren Dongliu smiled and said: "She is at ease here now, don't think she is not married, but in this street, there are bachelors in their 50s, down to seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy, how much does that guy admire her?"

"What are you saying bad things about my old lady?" Miss Chen opened the door and scolded with a smile, glared at Ren Dongliu, and then turned to Shan Huai with a pleasant face: "You guys drink first, there are still guests outside."

Several altars of Lugu Meng were put on the wine table, and Shan Huai couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the exquisite packaging.

Seeing Ren Dongliu's expressionless face, Shan Huai couldn't help sighing that the world of the rich is really a luxury.