The two guests went down the stairs. On the table in the middle of the lobby, four delicate small dishes were already arranged. Eighty Electronic Book The dishes were: steamed broad beans mixed with water spinach, sliced braised beef with sauce, a variety of golden mushrooms, and a fresh roll of bok choy and tofu skin. Though the plates were modest in size, they were exceptionally refined, with a pleasing combination of red and green colors that immediately attracted the guests’ attention. "Madam and sir, these are cold dishes," the young attendant smiled, offering them seats and adding, "Our general manager has personally prepared them and is now cooking the hot dishes for you. Would either of you like anything special? He said we should do our best to accommodate your preferences!" One of the most distinctive features of this inn is that guests are not required to order dishes—there’s simply a tradition of serving what’s available, with the ultimate goal of ensuring everyone is well-fed. Qin Feng said, "Please serve more meat dishes—compared to vegetables, I personally prefer meat." "The young waiter smiled and said, 'No problem at all. Yesterday, our boss hunted a male deer and had it slaughtered this morning. He was just about to make it into cured meat. Since both of you enjoy meat dishes, I'll prepare a few more courses!' After he left, Lin Caivé said, 'Feng, your luck is truly exceptional. Master Mili rarely cooks himself, and he never gives guests the chance to choose their dishes. It's rare indeed that you've managed to experience all of this!' 'Heh, my luck has always been this strong, I suppose,' Feng replied with a cheerful smile, then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily. The small dishes were absolutely delicious—his beef dish was finished in just a few bites. In the kitchen, Master Mili was holding his wok, preparing a stir-fried deer tenderloin. This dish requires precise control of heat; if not handled carefully, the meat easily turns tough and loses its flavor. He first seared it over high heat, quickly stir-fried it, added seasonings, and then stir-fried it again before serving." The waiter standing by, waiting to serve the dishes, looked puzzled and asked, "Master, those two guests outside aren't exactly distinguished. Why are you being so generous to them?" The plump Mílè wiped a strand of sweat from his forehead with a towel and replied, "When dealing with fat sheep, we naturally have to treat them well—otherwise, how could they possibly stay calm and be slaughtered without resistance?" "Fat sheep?" the waiter was taken aback. "Those two young men don't seem that way at all. I'd say they're no more than twenty or so. Usually, such cultivators aren't particularly well-endowed!" The owner scoffed, "You don't know what you're talking about. Last time Lin Fenglei passed through here, didn't I treat him well? After a few cups of Zui Xian wine, he finally opened up!" "What kind of revelations?" the waiter became genuinely interested. The plump Mílè lowered his voice and said, "Lin claimed he had a daughter-in-law who had found a truly capable partner—someone who could handle alchemy, write incantations, and even offer many other valuable skills!" “Well, then, they truly are a fine target.” The waiter’s eyes sparkled. “Indeed. So we must attend to them carefully—what are you waiting for? Hurry and bring the dishes over, or the food will grow cold and lose its appeal.” Fat Mílè huffed. The waiter quickly picked up the plates, only to be called back by Mílè, who added, “After setting the dishes, go fetch a large pitcher of Zui Xian wine for them. Remember—make it a big one!” “A big pitcher? Really?” The waiter looked genuinely reluctant. Mílè narrowed his eyes. “If it’s not a big pitcher, how can we make the guests feel truly drunk? Are you really that stingy? It’s just one pitcher of wine. We’ve stored dozens of bottles in our cellars—enough to serve you for years!” The waiter smiled awkwardly. “Got it. Don’t worry—I’ll definitely bring a large pitcher!” After placing the dishes on the table and waiting for Qin’s younger brother to praise them, he said cheerfully, “Ladies, would you like to try our specially brewed wine? It’s quite excellent.” Lin Beauty looked up and asked, "The young attendant nodded: 'Yes, it seems you truly know what you're looking for!' Qin, the young noble, couldn't help but ask: 'What is the Wine of Drunken Immortal?' Lin, the beautiful lady, replied: 'It's a wine specially brewed by the fat master, Mílè. It's said to be made with very refined ingredients. My grandfather, Lin Lao, always orders a few cups every time he comes, and he never stops praising it!' Even Lin Fenglei, the iron-fisted one, finds it impressive—there's no way he could be wrong. He then slammed the table: 'Serve the wine!' 'Of course!' The young attendant beamed and left. Lin added: 'This wine isn't something every guest can easily enjoy. Each time, my grandfather has to beg for it, and only then does the master hand him a small pitcher. The price is incredibly high—ten pills of medicine are required to exchange for just one pitcher!' Qin's lips twitched, thinking how expensive it truly was. Even if it were just one pill, he could easily trade it for a full truckload of Wuliangxiang or Maotai wine. When a large pot of Zui Xian wine was placed before the two of them, Lin Beijia was completely stunned, her eyes fixed straight on him. This made Qin Dashi feel a bit uneasy, and he spoke with care, "What's wrong? We've known each other so well—why are you staring at me like this? I know you admire me, but there's no need to look at me like that!" Lin Beijia gave him a withering glance and said, "Such a large pot! I remember Grandfather can only enjoy a small one, at most one-third of it. What's going on today? Why is the fat Mílè treating you so well?" "Heh, I'm just a good person," he boasted proudly, then poured himself a full cup, and instantly the aroma of wine filled the air. It's no wonder Lin Fenglei loves this wine—it's no worse than the hundred-year-old elixir he brought to the Plain City last time. "Would you like to have some too? Let's enjoy a couple of cups—this is such a fine wine," he suggested. Lin Meiyuan nodded. "Well, today I've truly sacrificed myself for the sake of the gentleman. But just you wait—this wine is quite strong. With the old man's drinking capacity, even a single pitcher can send him staggering!" "Don't worry," he said with a smile, lifting his cup and drinking it down. The rich, smooth wine flowed smoothly into his belly, instantly bringing a sense of unparalleled comfort—like receiving a full-body massage. "Excellent wine," he praised, then immediately poured himself another cup and finished it off. To be honest, the legendary Mao X wine is said to never make you drowsy even after drinking three bottles continuously—this truly demonstrates the power of Zhui Xian wine. "Feng brother, don't drink too quickly; have some dishes first," said Lin Beauty, ladling a few pieces of deer meat onto his plate. "It's easier to stay alert when you're full, and drinking wine on an empty stomach can actually harm your health!" Qin, the young man, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, fine wine should be sipped slowly. Let's enjoy the dishes—by the way, the master chef's skills are absolutely outstanding!"