Age: My Small World

Chapter 354 Wine

In fact, Yang Jun has been targeted by Zhu Yong for quite some time.

Ever since Du Quan got into trouble, his figure came into his sight.

In addition, Yang Jun himself was awarded a letter of thanks by the Provincial Office. His brave and kind appearance is really eye-catching.

But he was too young at that time, just a high school student, and could not be of much use, so Zhu Yong did not have any further contact with him. Now that the time has come, it is natural for the two to meet.

In their line of work, talent is crucial.

Those who are capable of spies are already very powerful. How can we not find someone more powerful to deal with them?
As for what Zhu Yong said about only arranging Yang Jun, just listen to it. Who knows who else is hiding behind the scenes.

Even a small character like Han Chen knows to arrange a few more undercover agents, and it is even easier for Zhu Yong to have the official support.

The two didn't talk much. After agreeing on the time and place for the next meeting, they quickly parted ways, and Zhu Yong left directly.

Yang Jun still entered the library through the back door and then came out through the front door.

Seeing that he didn't apply for a library card, the manager at the counter didn't care.

Mr. Hu, who had been observing this place in a corner outside, noticed the movement first and waved his hand quickly.

"What happened?" he asked impatiently.

Since it concerns the apprentice's future safety, we naturally have to pay more attention to it.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "What kind of accidents can happen when I do things?"

"Look at you showing off." Mr. Hu shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of joy.

Since he has been recognized by those people, I think they will not be implicated by him in the future.

The master and disciple were in a particularly good mood at the moment and decided to go for a drink.

The main reason is that Mr. Hu wants to try the old wine from Beijing.

After taking Yang Jun all the way to an old alley, the old man's face suddenly lit up with joy.

"It's still there." With surprise, he knocked on a door with a flag that said "wine".

"Would you two like to buy some wine?"

The person who opened the door was a young man wearing a coat that was steaming hot and looked like he was working.

"Is Lao Zhuyao here?"

Mr. Hu asked with a little expectation.

The young man was even more surprised.

"Do you still know my grandfather?"

Then he shook his head and said, "My grandfather passed away ten years ago. He worked hard all his life and only enjoyed two years of happiness. But he finally passed away peacefully."

Mr. Hu sighed: "Old Zhu Yao is gone, time flies."

"Old man, I haven't heard you call me that for a while. It was only when my grandfather mentioned it to me that I knew he had this title. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known who you were calling me just now."

The shop owner's surname is Yao. He is not a native of the capital. He moved here from a place called Zhuyao in the south to escape war. Later, he settled down in the capital with great difficulty and relied on Zhuyao's ability to make wine.

Everyone always heard him mention his hometown Zhuyao. Coincidentally, his surname was Yao, so over time people started calling him Lao Zhuyao.

After having a grandson, Lao Zhu Yao gradually handed over all the things to his son, resulting in the young man not knowing his name.

"Haha, the wine Lao Zhuyao brewed back then was so fragrant that it could be smelled ten miles away. Give me two pounds today to try and see if it still tastes the same."

Mr. Hu was of high status at the time, so the wine he drank wouldn't be bad. If he was interested in the wine in this store, it must be good.

"Hey, just wait and see. My grandfather taught me this skill since I was a child. I will definitely not let you down." The young man was very happy to meet someone who knew his grandfather. He hurried to get some wine for Mr. Hu.

Yang Jun had been a supporting actor for a long time, and now he hurriedly handed out two wine jugs made of gourds.

"Thank you for the trouble. Fill them all up." He didn't care what the taste was. He would just fill more first. If it didn't work, he could put it in the small world and use it as cooking wine.

When the young man went in with the wine jug, Mr. Hu turned around and asked, "When did you bring two gourds?"

"Didn't you see I put it in the car?" Yang Jun shrugged.

He often keeps a bag in his car that looks bulging, but it's actually just to hide the fact that he can take things out of it at any time.

"Okay, take a gourd back to school later. You'll be training during this period, so if you feel any discomfort on your body, take it out and rub it."

At the moment, he didn't bring any medicinal wine, so he could only make do with ordinary wine.

"Master, please don't underestimate me. This is just training. It's not like I haven't experienced this before. We've been practicing for so long. If I can't even pass this training, then I'm really useless."

Mr. Hu glared at him and said, "Even horses stumble and people make mistakes. Don't be so self-confident. Always have a respectful heart for everything. Martial artists are brave and respectful. We are not reckless men."

Yang Jun nodded hurriedly. What the master said were all golden sentences and famous sayings, which he must remember well.

"Master, I understand."

"But we are definitely not reckless. I am a student of Jingcheng University. Don't you think you should be proud of your apprentice?"

Well, students of Jingcheng University are still quite prestigious.

Mr. Hu Ba also smiled for the first time. "You little brat, do you still want your master to please you? You are simply rebelling against Tian Gang."

The two were talking, and after a while, the young man brought out the wine.

Not only two gourds, but also one in a ceramic bottle.

"Old man, this is Zhushan wine brewed by my grandfather himself. He has kept it for many years. It's rare to meet an old customer like you today. I'm giving you a bottle to show my grandfather how hard he worked in brewing wine. Now that he's gone, there are still old customers who can drink his wine."

The young man knew how to talk, and with just a few words he persuaded Mr. Hu to take over.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you very much. I wish your business will prosper."

"Haha, it's okay. If you like the wine, just come back next time. I will continue to brew my wine."

"Okay, I'll come often."

Without mentioning the matter of tasting his wine again, the master and disciple rode away on their bicycles.

Feeling that Mr. Hu was in a low mood, Yang Jun didn't plan to go back to school so soon.

They found a stall selling braised pork and sat down.

After asking the shopkeeper to cut two bowls of offal and bring two more ceramic bowls, Yang Jun directly took the bottle of wine that was said to be brewed by Lao Zhu Yao and opened it.

Mr. Hu looked at him in a daze, then looked at the wine bottle, and was stunned for a moment.

"You guys just opened it like this?"

Yang Jun said calmly, "Master, this is the right time to drink this wine. If you drink it later, it won't taste the same. So don't worry about when it's opened. The wine tastes the same anyway, but if you don't drink it at the right time, the taste will change."

Mr. Hu's mouth twitched. "Where do you get all these twisted ideas from? I want to save this for a few years to drink again, not drink it like you're chewing a peony."

He was just feeling sad, there was no such thing as sadness.

Just now I seemed to be still able to drink Lao Zhuyao’s wine, but now all I feel is heartache.

But since it was already open, Mr. Hu could only swallow the pain and quickly pour himself a bowl.

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