He nodded with satisfaction.

"Yeah, that's right, ask him if he has any wine?"

Since it is called a tavern, there is naturally no shortage of wine.

Zhang San took the wine pot and poured a glass for Zhang Zijing attentively.

"Young Master, try it!"

Zhang Zijing picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Puff."

He spitted the wine on the ground.

“What kind of wine is this?

Is it someone drinks?"
Chapter completed!