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Su Xiaoxiao quickly checked the payment information using her tablet.

"Okay, please wait a moment for the noodles, I'll pour the wine for you now."

Seeing this, a shop owner wearing a jacket who was behind him also got anxious and squeezed forward two steps.

"Give me three pots too! I'll transfer the money directly!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked up, maintaining a polite smile, and pointed to the blackboard on the wall.

"Excuse me, sir, according to the store's rules, each person is limited to one item of each type. You can only buy one pot."

The shop owner was taken aback, somewhat unwilling.

"Can I pay double? I have an important engagement tonight, and I need this wine to make an impression. Please do me a favor and make an exception."

"No way. The rules set by Brother Lin can't be broken no matter how much money you offer." Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, her attitude resolute.

The owner glanced at Lin Fan, who was cutting meat in the open kitchen, and knew how stubborn the owner of this restaurant was.

He didn't dare to argue any further, so he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? Xiao Wang, take a taxi to Jin Street right now. Yes, the one I usually eat at. Hurry up, get me a group of people to buy a bottle of wine. I'll reimburse your taxi fare!"

After hanging up the phone, the shop owner turned to Su Xiaoxiao and said, "I'll buy this pot first, and the rest can be ordered when my assistant comes over."

"Okay. WeChat payment of 1288 yuan."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became somewhat anxious.

Many regular customers who came alone took their phones and ran to the side to call their wives, drivers, or assistants to help them queue up and reserve a spot.

The small restaurant, which is usually quiet and serves noodles, is now filled with the sounds of people making phone calls to recruit others.

Lin Fan stood in the kitchen, listening to the commotion outside, his expression completely unchanged.

Rules are rules. He had no intention of making a fortune from those few jugs of wine.

The production in the system farm's cellar is limited; if it were allowed to be sold freely, later buyers would completely lose hope.

Only through steady and consistent effort can a good reputation and brand be firmly established.

"Brother Lin, eight jugs of wine," Su Xiaoxiao called out to the kitchen, holding the bill.

"understood."

At this moment, the water in the stainless steel deep bucket next to them had reached a temperature that was almost boiling.

Lin Fan removed the cork and placed the several white porcelain pots that had been prepared on the table into the hot water to warm them.

Within minutes, the fermented aroma of the Daqu baijiu, which had settled in the constant-temperature cellar, slowly wafted out with the steam.

The pure aroma of grains wafted into the hall, causing several diners who were making phone calls to call for more people to stop and take a deep sniff.

"This tastes just right." An old man sitting by the window swallowed hard.

The old man's surname is Sun, and he lives in an old neighborhood nearby. He has a decent pension and enjoys having a drink or two.

From the cheap, loose liquor that cost two or three yuan a pound when he was young, to the vintage liquors that his son brought back from his business that cost several thousand yuan a bottle, he has tasted both the expensive and the cheap.

He can tell the quality of liquor on the market—whether it's genuine pure grain aged liquor or blended with alcohol and flavorings—just by taking a sip.

I only witnessed that scene today because I was just joining in the fun, so I gritted my teeth and ordered a pot of tea myself.

Lin Fan pressed the bell.

Su Xiaoxiao carried a tray and delivered a steaming bowl of beef brisket noodles and a warmed white porcelain wine pot.

Grandpa Sun rubbed his hands together and eagerly picked up the wine pot.

The teapot is warm to the touch and feels comfortable in your hand.

He tilted his wrist slightly and poured the wine into the glass.

The amber-colored liquid flowed out of the spout, thick and stringy, creating a layer of dense foam in the glass.

He held the cup to his nose and smelled it.

"It tastes good."

The old man nodded, tilted his head back, and slowly poured the wine from the glass into his mouth.

The liquor touches the tip of the tongue, releasing a spicy yet not harsh flavor.

Then, the sweet and mellow flavor of aged fermentation slid down my throat.

Grandpa Sun closed his eyes.

He caught a chill a couple of days ago and has been coughing all night, feeling like he has phlegm stuck in his chest that he can't cough up.

But as soon as that sip of warm rice wine went down, a burning sensation immediately rose in my stomach. This heat surged up my esophagus, instantly dispelling the stuffiness in my chest.

"Cough cough..." Grandpa Sun coughed lightly twice, and immediately felt his entire respiratory tract become clear.

Moreover, the heat flowed to the limbs with the blood, and the hands and feet that were originally a little stiff from the cold quickly warmed up.

"Great stuff! Really great stuff!"

Grandpa Sun opened his eyes, his face glowing, and hurriedly pulled a smartphone with the font size turned up to the maximum from the pocket of his thick cotton coat.

He squinted his presbyopia, skillfully found his son's number, and dialed it directly.

The phone rang twice before it connected.

"Hey! Jianguo, are you at work?"

The son on the other end of the phone was clearly startled by his father's booming voice: "Dad, what's wrong? I'm about to start the morning meeting."

Grandpa Sun held the white porcelain wine pot on the table tightly with one hand, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

"What kind of stupid meeting is this! Hurry up and ask for leave, right now, immediately, bring your wife to this noodle shop on Phoenix Golden Street that I usually eat at!"

"Your dad has stumbled upon a lifesaver today!"

"Dad, did you drink too much and get scammed...?"

"Stop talking nonsense! You two get over here right now, or you'll never see your father again!"

At this time, the friends and relatives who had been temporarily called over also arrived one after another, panting as they lined up at the back of the queue.

Su Xiaoxiao's tablet computer kept refreshing the order list.

She glanced at the inventory on the back end, then turned and called out to the kitchen, "Brother Lin, there are only three pots left."

Upon hearing this, the people still waiting in line immediately became anxious.

"Xiao Su! Save me a pot of tea! My friend will be at the door soon!"

"I was in line first! Scan my code!"

Lin Fan washed his hands in the kitchen and came out.

He walked to the small blackboard by the wall, picked up the chalk, and steadily drew a diagonal line after the words "Ancient Cellar Aged Craft Beer" and wrote two words.

"sold out".

"Today's wine is sold out. If you want to buy some, come early tomorrow morning to line up." Lin Fan's tone was flat, leaving no room for negotiation.

A few people at the back of the line let out a regretful sigh.

"Sigh, even though I rushed as fast as I could, I still couldn't get one."

"Well, since we're already here, let's have a bowl of noodles."

Diners who couldn't buy alcohol had to settle for noodles and rice bowls instead.

The dining atmosphere in the hall has returned to normal.

The wine is sold out, but the food still needs to be cooked as usual.

Lin Fan picked up a bunch of fresh garlic shoots from the cutting board, removed the ends, and cut them into short sections.

On the other side, the dried black mountain pig sausages had already been sliced ​​into evenly thin diagonal slices.