Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

Everyone in the flower farm is extremely smart.

One look at Shopkeeper Zhu's reaction and the boy's mother knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Mei laughed twice, then patted her mouth gently with her hand.

Mrs. Zhu's face looked better now.

"Okay, you six come in and say hello to Shopkeeper Yan, Shopkeeper Zhu and Mrs. Zhu -"

The male mother spoke.

Six waiters walked in from outside the door and stood in front of Yan Xia, forming a line from left to right.

"Good evening, Shopkeeper Yan, good evening Shopkeeper Zhu, good evening Mrs. Zhu -"

"Shopkeeper Yan, take a look, which one suits you?"

The male mother moved closer to Yan Xia.

As soon as he got closer, a strong scent of powder came over him, making Yan Xia choke and want to sneeze.

She felt disgusted in her heart, but moved her body away without showing any signs of it.

"Just the one on the far right."

Yan Xia pointed at one at random. In modern times, when she often browses short videos, she can see male models dancing and posing in bars. Their abs and faces are so handsome and so sexy.

She imagined that if she became a rich woman one day, she would go to a bar to find a male model and have a good experience.

Sure enough, dreams always come true.

The day finally came.

The waiter who was called looked shy, sat down next to Yan Xia, and poured two glasses of wine. One was placed in front of Yan Xia, and the other was picked up with both hands, with his two little fingers still raised.

"Sister Yan, my name is Xiaosheng. Thank you for ordering me. Xiaosheng would like to toast you with a glass of wine. I hope your sister will take care of you~"

Looking at his appearance, I thought he was a cheerful young man with rich literary talent, but as soon as he spoke, he looked exactly like the old sister-in-law.

The coquettish voice made Yan Xia's skin crawl.

"Stop, change it."

After Yan Xia finished speaking, she couldn't help but curl her lips, which happened to be seen by Zhu Changji.

"You've already told me how to do things. Don't use the broken sleeves. What's going on!"

Zhu Changji raised his eyebrows, which was quite bluffing.

The male mother immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, Shopkeeper Zhu. This person is just making up the numbers. Xiaosheng, please get out immediately and don't taint Shopkeeper Yan's eyes."

Xiaosheng's flirtatious eyes suddenly lost color, and when everyone was not paying attention, he rolled his eyes at Yan Xia, twisted his butt and left.

Fortunately, Yan Xia has a good ear and heard Xiaosheng curse in a low voice as soon as he walked out of the door: "What the hell."

"Shopkeeper Yan, I'm really sorry. In this case, the slave family will recommend two people to you. When the time comes, Huai'an, you two will come over and serve shopkeeper Yan. If there is any neglect, I will not spare you!"

"Yes."

The two of them came out of the queue and sat next to Yan Xia, one on the left and one on the right.

Yan Xia moved his eyes over and saw the young man on the left with picturesque eyebrows, a clear chin, and fair and tender skin, even better than most girls. He was wearing a white robe, and his hair was pulled up high by a silver crown. He looked timid, like a little white rabbit that strayed into a pack of wolves.

The young man on the right is completely opposite to him. He is wearing a red gauze dress that shows his chest. His chest muscles are slightly bulging. When he bends down to pick up the wine glass, he can vaguely see his abdominal muscles. I wonder if he has eight packs. The young man has long hair. It was tied up with a thin red chain, leaving two tufts of broken hair in front of his forehead. It was hazy and charming. The thin chain seemed to break if it was pulled. His lips were very sexy, thin but not deflated, and his face was smooth and perfect like a sculpture. The nose is high and the slender eyes are bright and deep.

"A toast to Shopkeeper Yan. I hope Shopkeeper Yan has a good time today."

The speaker is Fengshi sitting on the right.

His voice is cool and magnetic, making people want to listen to it again.

Yan Xia felt like her saliva was about to flow out.

She took the wine glass and had a drink with Fengshi.

Finally there was a smile on his face.

Seeing her expression, the boy's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shopkeeper Yan, how about a few more?"

"No, no, that's enough."

Seeing that Zhu Changji wanted to give her a few more people, Yan Xia immediately refused.

"Okay, then you can step back. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Okay, Shopkeeper Zhu, Shopkeeper Yan. Let's chat slowly. Please take good care of me when the time comes."

"Yes--"

The male mother twisted her waist and led the large army away.

Only shopkeeper Zhu, his wife and Yan Xia were left in the house.

"Come on, Shopkeeper Yan, I would like to toast you with this glass of wine. You have really helped me a lot. This apricot wine is a specialty of Wanhualou. Every year, the apricots are picked before they are ripe and have not yet softened, and are brewed using a secret method. Wine, the longer it is stored, the mellower it will be. This pot is the five-year-old apricot wine that I often order. You can drink it and see how it goes."

As soon as Shopkeeper Zhu finished speaking, the two waiters stood up and poured a glass each for Yan Xia and Zhu Changji.

After the three clinked glasses, Yan Xia took a sip. The taste was slightly sour, then bitter. After swallowing, her throat felt a little burnt, but in less than three seconds, the sweetness came out. The taste has many layers, which is really magical.

Then she drank the whole glass of apricot wine.

The energy seemed a bit strong, and she narrowed her eyes unconsciously.

A "hiss" sound came from his mouth.

It’s spicy.

"Haha, can you drink it, shopkeeper Yan? Otherwise, I'll serve you a bottle of two-year-old apricot wine. I forgot to tell you that the older you are, the stronger your energy will be."

Zhu Changji was expressionless, and so was Mrs. Zhu.

Both of them can drink it with a knife, let alone this kind of fruit wine.

"No problem."

Yan Xia's face turned red. In fact, she had drank alcohol in modern times and had a good drinking capacity.

Her grandmother was able to make rice wine by herself since she was a child, which was very exciting.

I don’t even know the degree.

After one bowl, I slept until noon the next day, my head hurt.

I just didn't expect that the original owner's body would become addicted after just two glasses of wine.

She had to take it easy.

The three of them chatted for an hour while eating. During this period, they kept picking up food for her. Huai'an lowered his head and took a sip of tea from time to time, like a newbie in the industry. Yan Xia didn't pay attention.

Let him be.

Yan Xia drank apricot wine, and Zhu Changji and his wife drank high-alcohol liquor.

After drinking the same few glasses of wine, the three of them were all a little tipsy.

"Go and call someone to take away the food and bring two more bottles of wine, the same two bottles just now."

Zhu Changji patted the table, stood up immediately, opened the door and called for someone.

Soon, several servants and maids came, cleaned the table, replaced it with a plate of melon seeds and peanuts and a plate of snacks, and then brought two jugs of wine.

Yan Xia could feel her body getting hot, but she was still conscious.

I'm just tipsy, but I don't drink quickly, so I drink while eating.

Another trip to the toilet was bearable.

"Hey, what is this for?"

Yan Xia looked at the servant carrying the musical instrument.

Somewhat puzzled, she remembered that Zhu Changji didn't even order a performance.

"Shopkeeper Yan, if you choose me, then I will perform my talent. Next, I will play a simple song for you to show my shame."

At the right time, I walked over to the guqin and sat down, trying out the sounds a few times.

Then he started playing.