Chapter 261 Elderly People Should Smoke Less

After hearing this, Zhang Xingwang felt that the two old brothers had a pretty good imagination. His master was indeed very powerful before, after all, he was an arhat, and his things should have been placed on the table, but nowadays they are probably about to rot in the ground.

But you gave such good reasons, I would be ungrateful if I didn't continue, so I just said casually:

"Uh...he used to be quite tall, but lately he's just average."

It took two hours for the grandfather and grandson to direct a few strong young men to weigh the fruits. Coincidentally, the weight was about the same as last time, more than 6300 kilograms. The grapes also weighed more than 420 kilograms.

Looking at his grandson's painful and happy eyes, the steward said angrily:

"You've always been clamoring to do something big, haven't you? This time you've been given the opportunity, so just continue to take the lead."

"Master, isn't this a bit too big? I think I should start with small things. Don't you always say that we should be down-to-earth and not aim too high? How about you take charge in person in the future?"

The steward glanced at the grandson in annoyance, and replied with a grin:

"If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak. I didn't ask you to show up in public, but to attract business at the entrance of the market. Look how scared you are, a coward.

"How can I take charge of the place now that I live there? How about I bring the tablets of your great grandfather and great grandmother and let you take charge of the place?"

"Master, I'm here to discuss this with you. Everyone is here. Please give me some face and don't speak ill of others..."

The manager looked at his grandson, whose face was red and his neck was thick, and said with a frown:

"If you don't praise someone, how can you still praise him? I would like to praise you, but you have to have something I can say. I can't praise you for being polite when you were a child and calling whoever gives you food daddy!"

Then he looked at his autistic grandson and sighed again:

"A sin..."

The three of them sat down around the copper pot. Zhang Xingwang casually took out some wine from his cloth bag. Looking at the thinly sliced ​​mutton and washed vegetables on the table, he felt that the Third Master knew how to enjoy life.

However, there were indeed mosquitoes flying around in the middle of the night, which was a bit different from last time. Looking at the Third Master posing, I decided to match his style and find a place to hang out at the same time. After all, it was not the first time that I had been provoked by these two brothers.

The Third Master, who was craning his neck to admire the moon, secretly glanced at the five bottles of wine on the table and felt that today's matter might not end well.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Zhang Xingwang had already filled a large cup for each of the three people. He frowned and his expression became more serious...

"Third Master, Sixth Master, a thousand cups of wine are not enough when you are with a good friend, let's go first..."

The three of them drank a glass together. When the Third Master was about to light a cigarette tactically, the unpretentious man next to him had already picked up the wine that had been poured at some point, drew a beautiful arc, and quickly stuffed it into his hand that had just been raised.

After feeling the opponent's attack speed, the Third Master's heart tightened, thinking that the opponent might be on par with himself...

Zhang Xingwang pretended not to notice the surprised look on Third Master's face, raised his head towards the dark night sky and said:

"Singing to the moon, Third Master, let's drink this cup together..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xingwang drank the cup in one gulp. Looking at this scene, the Third Master thought that this kid must have a brain disease. He should have said "the moon is dark and the wind is strong". However, he also drank the cup right after him.

Putting the cup down, San Ye felt that the cup he held today might be a bit big. He tilted his head slightly, inadvertently stretched out his tongue which was spicy, and then turned around with an expressionless face.

Looking at the filled wine glass in front of me, placed alone on the table, it seemed as if the wine I just drank was all an illusion.

Zhang Xingwang looked at him with a smile in his eyes, but the Third Master noticed a hint of coldness flashing across the other's eyes.

As they stared at each other quietly, steam began to emit from the copper pot, but it seemed to be dispersed by the invisible aura of the two people and floated towards the direction of the manager.

The Third Master's expression remained solemn, but the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

Seeing the other party's half-smile, the Third Master turned around and gave a look to the manager who was fiddling with the pot, then turned around and raised his hand as if nothing had happened, ready to take the pipe on the table.

It seems casual, but he is actually using all his strength. San Ye's martial arts skills do not seem weak at all. Although he has been injured, his hands are still very steady. It is estimated that Zhang Xingwang's medicine is effective.

The Third Master's hand was not only steady but also extremely fast, slightly faster than Zhang Xingwang's last move. It was like a shadow in the night that was unclear, and it was as if the Third Master's hand was already there.

Unexpectedly, he touched the cup that was clearly on the table. Before the Third Master could react, his hand as fast as lightning picked up the cup. The whole process was smooth, as if he was really preparing to take the cup, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

The Third Master turned his head and faced Zhang Xingwang. The confident smile that had just appeared on his face gradually disappeared like ripples in the water. His slightly trembling arms and white fingers showed that his heart was not as calm as his expression.

After taking a look at the pipe that inexplicably ran to the cup, San Ye felt that the cup in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He looked at Zhang Xingwang in front of him with sharp eyes.

There was a faint smile on the other person's face, as if he had done something insignificant, and as if he was blaming himself for looking at him like that.

He looked carefully at the other person's hands which were placed steadily on the table. His fingers were still tapping the corner of the table bit by bit, like some kind of wonderful melody that made people unconsciously intoxicated by it.

I felt a surge of admiration in my heart. He was worthy of being the disciple of the Eight-Armed Arhat. His skills were truly terrifying.

"Third Master, you are my elder, how can you offer me wine? It's better for us to drink together..."

Ten minutes later, the stubborn San Ye was already numb. He had tried half a bottle but still couldn't find the pipe...

As long as he dared to stretch out his hand, the pipe would always be replaced by a wine glass filled with wine, which would naturally appear in his hand. Later, he also tried to make a fist.

But the unrefined guy next to him just made the cup appear in his fist, and then he started to speak endless clichés:

"Third Master... well... drink together...

"How do you raise fish, Master San?"

San Ye was full of MMP in his heart. This kid obviously couldn't play. I didn't even hold the pipe, how could I hold chopsticks? Can't I even eat...

He rubbed his stomach, which was filled with unbearable pain, stood up with his hands behind his back, looked at the pipe on the table reluctantly, and then said with a stern face:

"I'm going to relieve myself..."

The manager looked at the Third Master who was staggering away, and then looked at Zhang Xingwang who was also blushing from the spiciness.

Although it was very enjoyable to watch, I still wondered if these two people were idle, and said helplessly:

"Why bother? The pot is already boiling. Why don't we wait a little longer?"

Zhang Xingwang casually picked up the chopsticks and put half a plate of meat into the pot. After putting down the chopsticks, he casually took out a pack of cigarettes and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay. The meat will be ready when the Third Master comes. Old man should smoke less. Come, I'll light one for you..."