Chapter 7 Never lost a fight, never won a bet
The young man also had only a pot of tea on the table at this time. He must have just arrived and was drinking tea, waiting for the food to be served bored.
Yang Yifei also poured a cup of tea on his own and took a few sips. The place he was sitting opposite the young man, but the young man was facing him sideways.
At this time, there were only the two of them here, and the young man subconsciously turned his head and looked at Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei pretended to sense his gaze, looked up at the young man, smiled and nodded. The young man nodded kindly when he saw this, and then turned back.
A moment later, the dishes ordered by the young man came, with only two dishes, one soup, and a small bucket of rice.
Although the dishes are simple, they are all signature dishes from Shanhaiyuan, including the "clear stewed fish".
Shanhaiyuan is not inefficient. A few minutes after the young man's dishes were served, Yang Yifei's dishes were also served one after another, with a full twelve dishes, plus a pot of wine.
Because when Yang Yifei ordered dishes, he said "a table of dishes", and the definition of "a table" in the inn usually is twelve dishes.
After the waiter finished serving the dishes, he poured a glass of wine for Yang Yifei and smiled respectfully, "Please use it slowly, please."
"Thank you." Yang Yifei nodded, Xiaoer bowed, turned around and walked down the stairs, and stood at the corner of the stairs waiting.
This will not disturb customers' dining, but stand next to you and get upset. When the customer calls, he can hear it immediately, go up to serve and take care of the bottom. If a distinguished guest enters the door and wants to go to the living room, he can also take the guests in time.
Of course, he would not be the only waiter in such a big inn. The distinguished guests on the third floor themselves need to be waiting for them at any time.
Yang Yifei picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully. It turned out to be fragrant and tender, and it was extremely delicious. Just drinking a cup of mellow wine while drinking a cup of delicious wine is indeed a top enjoyment.
"Ha..." Yang Yifei drank a glass of wine, and his face looked intoxicated, and he breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
The young man couldn't help but look at him again, and saw his table of dishes, especially the pot of wine, his throat moved, and an envious look flashed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, he didn't get much money when he went down the mountain, so he had to save some money. It was his limit to being able to stay in Shanhaiyuan for a night and have a good meal.
Yang Yifei's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Brother, eating alone is really boring. We are the only one here. Since we meet is fate, why not come and have a drink together?"
The young man's eyes lit up, but hesitated: "This...is not good! I'm short of money, this..."
Yang Yifei laughed in his heart, and it turned out that he was afraid of AA. It was indeed an immature young man with an immature temperament. Anyone who was a little mature would not say this, because this would give people a feeling of being petty.
"Haha, brother Tai is too worried. Since he is taking the initiative to invite him, he is naturally treating him."
The young man was so happy that he immediately picked up the dishes on his table, moved them to Yang Yifei's table, and laughed and said, "Since that's the case, I'll have a drink with my brother. Thank you for your invitation."
The waiter there was very eye-catching. When he heard Yang Yifei's conversation with the young man, he quickly walked up, took a wine glass from the cupboard placed against the wall, put it in front of the young man, carried the wine pot for the two of them, and smiled respectfully: "Please use it slowly, two guests."
Yang Yifei nodded with satisfaction, reached into his arms, and when he took out another ingot of silver and threw it to the waiter. This time it was a tiny of silver. "It's not bad, the service is very thoughtful, this is a reward for you."
The waiter caught Yinzi, held it directly in his palm, hugged his fist with his other hand, and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, please give me some instructions if you have any questions, and the young man will be on call."
Then he turned from a guest to a young man. After the waiter said that, he ran back to his original position and guarded him, feeling very happy. Such a wealthy man is rare. He has to serve him well, and maybe he will get a reward.
After sending the waiter, Yang Yifei smiled at the young man and said, "The big inn is the big inn, and even the waiter's quality is much higher than that of the ordinary inn."
The young man agreed, Yang Yifei picked up the wine glass, signaled to the young man, and smiled and said, "Yang Yifei, a native of Changhecheng, Donghai, traveling around the world, I have the honor to meet my brother, and I have a cup of brother to respect my brother."
The young man also hurriedly picked up the wine glass and said, "I'm here to read Du Bishu, the people of Qingyun Mountain are lucky to meet you."
A glimmer flashed in Yang Yifei's eyes. It turned out to be him. So it was clear what time it was at this time. It was three years after Zhang Xiaofan entered the Qingyun Sect and Du Bishu went down the mountain to find materials for sacrificing magic weapons.
In other words, three years later, the seven veins of Qingyun Sect will be the period of martial arts, and it will be the time when Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi go down the mountain. Well, in this way, I still have three years of preparation, which should be enough.
Yang Yifei thought to himself, but his face was completely different. He looked at Du Bishu with a strange expression and said in surprise: "You will lose your bet? Your name... isn't your father's name? If so, how much revenge will your father have to do with you!"
"Puff...cough cough cough..."
A laughter came from the corner of the stairs corridor, and then it seemed that he forced himself to hold it back and suppressed his laughter with a cough, but the waiter couldn't help laughing when he heard Yang Yifei's words.
Du Bishu smiled bitterly and said, "This is really not what my father asked about, it was my master's wife. Actually, I used to be called Du Dashu. My master's wife thought the name was homophonic to "Uncle". If it was against the elders, she changed my name to Du Bishu."
"Don't say it, it's really amazing. Since I changed this name, I really lost ten bets and ten losses."
"Hahahaha..." After hearing Du Bishu's words, Yang Yifei laughed constantly, stretched out his fingers and pointed Du Bishu repeatedly, and said, "Why don't you say we are destined to bet! I am not a good person to gamble, but I like to bet with others."
"But since I was a child, I have never lost a fight or a bet. This is also a different sense of losing ten bets, right? Come on, just rely on this fate, we have to have a good drink."
Du Bishu's eyes lit up, and he quickly clinked glasses with Yang Yifei, drank the wine in the glass, and then put down the glass and said happily: "Brother Yang also likes to bet with others? You don't know, after my master's wife didn't let me gamble, I made bets with others when I became addicted to gambling, but I never won."
Yang Yifei said in surprise: "No! Is it true that there is a fate in this world that you will lose every gambling? I don't believe it, why don't we make a bet and see who is worse than who?"
"Okay! What are we betting on?" Du Bishu suddenly felt energetic. I have to say that Yang Yifei's trick to be his favorite and looking at the dishes made him perfect.
Yang Yifei's eyes rolled, swept the table, pointed to a plate and said, "Let's bet on whether this plate of green beans is even or odd. If anyone loses, whoever drinks three glasses of wine, how about it?"
Du Bishu was overjoyed when he heard this. The bet was good and the bet was wonderful. The wine that Yang Yifei drank was called "Hantan Xiang", which was the top fine wine in Shanhaiyuan. It costs two and a half taels of silver for a pot, so he couldn't afford it.
If you win this way, you will be happy, but if you lose, you will be happier, because you can drink fine wine with justification.
Chapter completed!