Is it okay to not do anything after rebirth?

Na Zhiming naturally didn't want to drink. Li Dehong had strict requirements on himself. He had developed a habit over the years and almost never drank. That left only Wang Yongqing with two cents and one cent to accompany the old man.

The old man refused and poured a pot for Na Zhiming.

The wine sets that Mr. Tang left for Na Zhiming are very interesting and unique in shape. There are three sets of large, medium and small, with eight wine cups in each set. They are also old items.

The pot he is using now is the smallest of the set. Each pot can only hold one or two pieces of wine, so Mr. Yang poured a pot for Na Zhiming.

Then Zhiming thought about it, if it was just Mr. Yang and Liangmao who drank, it would be too boring. As a host, it would also be impolite.

He also asked Li Dehong to drink a little and said:

"Brother Li, we are the masters. Mr. Yang, I will accompany you, but Brother Wang, I can't accompany you. Only you can come.

We can't lose our share today. "

Li Dehong glanced at Wang Yongqing, who was two cents per cent, and then at the bottle of Fenjiu on the table, and said:

"Well sir, if you want me to drink, I can't drink this. The alcohol content is too low and I won't be satisfied with it. Why don't I try Erguotou instead?"

The last sentence was addressed to Wang Yongqing. This was considered a challenge.

There seemed to be a spark between the two of them. Their eyes met, and there was a brief calm in the scene.

The three girls had already begun to eat by themselves, chattering while eating.

Mr. Yang acted like a normal person. He picked up the wine cup and said to Zhiming:

"Xiao Ming, thanks to you this time, I can drink this wine again. It's good."

Na Zhiming glanced at the two brothers. Although he knew that this was the eternal theme at the wine table, he felt a little regretful and let Li Dehong accompany the wine.

But it doesn't matter if you think about it. It is estimated that the people around him are already under the control of Mr. Yang, so it is not an exaggeration to do such a harmless thing.

He ignored them and picked up the wine cup to respond to Mr. Yang.

As soon as he drank the wine, Na Zhiming knew that he had lost money today.

Not because of anything else, but mainly because this wine tastes so good. If I had known it tasted so good earlier, I would have exchanged it for something better with Mr. Yang.

In his last life, Na Zhiming drank a lot of Fenjiu. He had a special liking for this kind of fragrant liquor.

However, the taste the wine gave him today was something he had never tasted before.

Mr. Yang had been staring at him. Seeing his expression after taking a drink, he found it funny, so he smiled a little strangely and asked:

"How is it? Does it taste good?"

Seeing this, several other beauties also came over.

Under the gaze of several girls, Na Zhiming deliberately tried to show off his skills and said with a frustrated expression:

"I didn't know this wine tasted so good. If I had known, I wouldn't have brought it out."

Everyone knew he was joking, so they laughed loudly. Mr. Yang also deliberately blew his beard and glared, saying:

"Okay, just based on your words, I have to drink this wine today..."

But before he finished speaking, Li Songyan took over and said:

"Grandpa...body..."

Mr. Yang's momentum suddenly dropped, and his next words became:

"Take it away, I can't keep it for you kid anyway."

The crowd laughed again.

Over there, Wang Yongqing and Li Dehong had already started drinking together, with a bottle of [-]-degree Erguotou in front of each of them.

A green bottle, a label with a hint of blue on a red background, and a red star on the Erguotou.

This is the wine that makes Na Zhiming think about it.

I remember it was around the winter of [-] or [-] in his previous life, when he had just returned to Yanjing and was preparing to start a business.

One night, I was having a late-night snack at a street stall. In fact, it was just a bowl of Chaos and a few skewers of barbecue.

There was a man who looked like a homeless man standing not too far away, looking at him.

At first, Zhiming just glanced at him without paying attention. Later, after eating for more than ten minutes, he saw that he was still standing there, so he took a closer look.

From a distance, this man should be in his fifties, wearing an ordinary leather jacket on his upper body, black trousers of unknown material on his lower body, and a pair of white sneakers.

Na Zhiming saw that he had been standing there for a long time. Although he didn't see him stamping his feet and rubbing his hands, he knew that he must be a little cold.

Because he had never had a family, he always had good thoughts towards people of his age, so he got up and walked over and said to the man:

"Man, are you hungry? Come over and have something to eat together. I'll treat you."

The man seemed to tremble after hearing this, but without any further hesitation, he nodded and followed.

After sitting down, the man did not reach out and use the chopsticks like other hungry people. Instead, he hesitated for a moment, opened and closed his lips several times before saying to Zhiming:

"Can you get me a bottle of wine?"

Na Zhiming was very surprised, but he was the kind of person who was very considerate of others. He raised his hand and asked the boss to get a drink.

The man added after his voice:

"It needs to be fifty-six degrees."

Na Zhiming still clearly remembers what he was thinking at that time, that he should ask for a bottle of wine because the weather was a bit cold.

After the boss brought the wine, the man took it and opened it first. Then he took the cup and poured a cup for Na Zhiming first, and then for himself.

Na Zhiming didn't refuse. He knew that for these people, even a small rejection from you might cause harm to them. They might not seem to care on the surface, but they would feel a lot sad inside.

Moreover, it is indeed a bit cold today, so it would be good to drink some wine, so as to relax the muscles, activate blood circulation, keep warm, and think about lust.

Na Zhiming picked up the cup, clinked it with the man, and said with a smile:

"Man, you'd better eat something first, otherwise it won't be good for your stomach. I'll order you some wonton stew.

Boss, bring me a big bowl of wonton stew. "

That was the first time Na Zhiming drank Red Star Erguotou. He thought it was similar to the wine brought by his classmates, which he couldn't drink even once in half a year.

Unexpectedly, the first bite made him suffer. Because he didn't take precautions, he just drank the wonton stew, and his mouth was a bit big. He drank it in one gulp, which was almost a finger high.

hot!

Oooh~ah...

Then there was a line of fire running from the throat down to the chest and abdomen.

My body suddenly became hot.

Then I looked at the man opposite and took a sip, but he drank it from a sip, so he drank it down in one gulp.

Then he narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and exhaled a breath of alcohol. A complicated expression appeared on his face, which seemed to be a little comfortable, but also seemed to be about to frown.

He put down the wine glass and after he slowly ate a boiled peanut, he said to Na Zhiming:

"Young man, let's get to know each other. My name is Ouyang Heshi, and I teach mathematics."

When Zhiming heard this, he was stunned. He was teaching mathematics. He was a teacher.