I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Although the two of them have good wine—relatively speaking, except for the drinks in Tongfu restaurants, the price of this kind of wine is not expensive.

The most expensive, a fight is not worth it.

Even if it's just a small bucket, the price of one tael of a match is only about twenty yuan.

Bringing out drinks that cost nearly five times the price will inevitably make people feel unbalanced—especially those regular customers who are still willing to eat in their own restaurants.

So after entering the banquet, let them taste the taste of this wine, and then they can justifiably take it out and sell it.

Just as they expected.

After Qingming, a county official who held a banquet on Qingming day came in, waved his hand, ordered a few common dishes, then knocked on the table, and asked: "Treasurer, a few days ago, what about the banquet?" Is there any wine on the table? Prepare some for me too."

"I didn't expect you to be able to brew such delicious wine."

The shopkeeper of Mingyue Tower smiled slightly: "Of course there are, but the price is slightly higher."

"It's a tael for a hundred pennies."

The county uncle tilted his head back and frowned: "The price of your wine is not cheap."

The shopkeeper of Mingyuelou continued to explain: "You have misunderstood me."

"This wine is not brewed by us, but bought from Tongfu restaurant. I don't dare to earn your money black-heartedly. You still don't know what kind of person I am?"

“Left and right are just about earning some hard-earned money.”

"If we brewed it ourselves, we would have let you drink it to your heart's content."

Tung Fook Restaurant?

Heard the name again.

The county uncle frowned slightly: "Didn't I hear that you have some gaps with that Tongfu restaurant, why did you still buy drinks from him?"

The shopkeeper of Mingyue Tower gave a wry smile, and shook his head: "Discussion, that's just a competition."

"My nephew has both gone to work in Tongfu Restaurant, and the relationship between the two families is very harmonious."

The county magistrate nodded, said nothing, and went up to the private room on the second floor familiarly.

Drinks and meals come quickly.

After taking a few mouthfuls, the county uncle looked at the drink in his hand—Tongfu Restaurant is a restaurant, and those who do this kind of food business have never sold their signs to others.

But, the appearance of such drinks in Mingyue Tower means that there will be better drinks in Tongfu restaurants?

For a long time, he often heard the name of Tongfu Restaurant.

A culinary competition some time ago.
It's like the humble room motto that has been making a lot of noise recently.

But he is a person who doesn't like to join in the fun. Relying on the credit accumulated in the first half of his life, he just wants to be a peaceful county official and rest on the credit book for the rest of his life.

Mingyue Tower is enough for him.

But now it seems.
For better drinks, maybe I can go to Tongfu Restaurant?
He thought about it, wondering whether to trouble himself so much.

At this moment, Wei Zheng's mansion is here.

Fang Xuanling visits Wei Zheng.

The two were sitting in the study, Wei Zheng had a playful smile, and Fang Xuanling had a serious face.

"Why did the house servant shoot me?" Wei Zheng asked softly when the tea was served.

Fang Xuanling was generous, without the slightest sense of finding fault. After taking a sip of his tea, he said softly, "Wei Shizhong, you have gotten too close to His Majesty in recent days."

Straight to the point, without any greetings.

Fang Xuanling explained the purpose of his visit this time.

In the entire court, anyone can get close to His Majesty, but Wei Zheng can't. He is the speaker, and the speaker should be incompatible with the emperor.

When the officials and the emperor get close, it is easy to become a courtier.

Moreover, the officials in the imperial court did not want Wei Zheng, a gun that could be pointed at anyone, to carry a strong imprint of the emperor.

Wei Zheng froze for a moment, then shook his head: "These days, I just go to eat and drink with a friend named Li Shimin."

Fang Xuanling raised her eyebrows.

Decided not to believe Wei Zheng's nonsense.

What else can a man do with a man besides having fun?Is it possible that they will really find a restaurant and really go to eat?

Especially... the shopkeeper of that restaurant, can he write a good article?

What worries Fang Xuanling the most is that the prisoner has been researching some "spirits, ghosts and ghosts" recently, and His Majesty allocated a large sum of money in one go.

I heard that it is an upgraded version called "Firework" that the two princesses studied. What is it?It's a trick!

But His Majesty did this and created such a big battle, Wei Zheng didn't say a word, didn't stop, didn't persuade, and didn't curse.

Is this still Wei Zheng?

"If Fang Fushe doesn't believe it, how about going to the restaurant with me later?" Without giving Fang Xuanling a chance to scold him, Wei Zheng spoke directly and said something with a smile.

Fang Xuanling was taken aback, and looked at Wei Zheng suspiciously: "Is the restaurant serious?"

"I won't go if it's not serious."

Wei Zheng nodded: "Very serious."

The two changed into casual clothes and rode in the carriage. When they arrived at Huaizhenfang and before they reached the entrance of the restaurant, Wei Zheng led Fang Xuanling out of the carriage.

This made Fang Xuanling a little uncomfortable.

Go to the restaurant.

Ji Wen plucked up the courage to receive the two of them, but before he could ask a question, Wei Zheng ordered two dishes familiarly, one boiled sliced ​​pork and one fried pork with chili.

This little old man is very bad.

He really wanted to see Fang Xuanling's reaction when he ate chili for the first time.

By the way, I also bought four taels of Yu Jingqiu - he is also controlled by Yin Xuan, and he is a person who limits his drinks every day. At such an age, he should drink less alcohol.

Fang Xuanling looked at Wei Zheng with some surprise.

It really looks like you're here for dinner.
After a while, two dishes were served, and the tangy aroma made Fang Xuanling's eyes moist. He tilted his head back to feel better.

"Taste it." Wei Zheng poured himself a glass of wine, moved his head, and ordered two dishes.

Fang Xuanling looked at the two dishes with a bad smell, picked up the chopsticks with some hesitation, picked up a piece of meat from the slightly better-colored chili fried pork, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wei Zheng looked at Fang Xuanling expectantly.

But the picture he imagined didn't appear, Fang Xuanling's complexion was normal, and he didn't look like when he ate spicy food for the first time.

Fang Xuanling remained calm, and picked up another slice of boiled meat with chopsticks. The meat pulled out of the red soup was still covered with a layer of spicy oil.

Wei Zheng's eyes looked more hopeful.

Watching Fang Xuanling put the piece of meat into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, but the eager performance he expected did not appear on Fang Xuanling.

"Don't you think it's spicy?" Wei Zheng stared at Fang Xuanling in surprise.

Fang Xuanling raised his eyebrows: "Spicy?"

"Not at all."