He raised an index finger towards Zhao Rong and said sincerely:

"You only have one chance to say one thing.

"If it's a lie, I'll throw the glass of wine away.

"If the truth is true, I will pour this glass of wine away."

As soon as these words were spoken, the table fell silent for three breaths.

The atmosphere solidified.

The next second, Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhu Yourong and other girls all frowned and turned their heads to look at Zhao Xifu, wondering if they had heard wrongly.

Throw it away if it’s fake, throw it away if it’s true?

Even the gentle Bing Niang couldn't help it anymore and said, "Xiao Zhao..."

Zhao Xifu turned around with a smile, shrugged and interrupted: "Bingbing, this is my wine, I set the rules."

Bing Niang hesitated to speak. At this moment, Xiao Qian'er couldn't bear it any longer and her rice bowl dropped on the table with a clatter.

She slapped the table with her little hands, stood up, and said angrily: "Good guy, I'm going to give you a hammer. If you don't want to give it, just say it. Are you interested in a roundabout person? You just mean to disgust Brother Rong'er... Bah.

Bah, bah, so shameless!"

Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong also frowned and nodded in agreement.

Then, they all looked at Zhao Rong, who had an expressionless look on his face, and shook their heads gently at him.

He signaled Zhao Rong not to force him, as the so-called Bing Niang wine was not rare among the girls.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who had been quietly enjoying the show, also expressed their comfort to their friends.

On the side, Zhao Xifu, who stirred up a thousand waves with his words and made many beauties angry, smiled and said nothing.

He did not look at Zhao Rong who remained silent after hearing the words, but glanced leisurely at the people around the dining table.

Zhao Xifu muttered something as if no one was around, then covered his mouth and yawned, reaching out to put away the pitch-black wine bottle, as if he was ready to leave.

Zhao Qian'er stood up, supporting the table with both hands straight, and her bulging chest was rising and falling violently.

At this time, she turned her head sharply and went to pull Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong'er, let's go and never come here again. Aunt Bing is really in vain following this stingy guy..."

At this moment, a big hand came back and gently pressed Xiao Qian'er's hand.

"Finish your meal first." Zhao Rong said softly, pulling Zhao Qian'er to sit down again.

Xiao Qian'er sat on the stool, crossed her chest and turned away.

Zhao Rong looked around at her and Qingjun Xiaoxiao with a calm expression, and then he gently shook his head at Bing Niang, who looked apologetic and guilty.

Then, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and turned around.

He said with a serious expression:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, by the way, is there any difference between pouring the wine away and throwing the wine away?"

The tone was slightly curious. After all, there are many fastidious people in this world who pay attention to things.

Zhao Xifu, who was about to pick up his drink and leave the banquet, paused and looked at the serious and inquiring expression of the young Confucian scholar in front of him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had gained some interest, and then nodded in the same serious manner:

"Yes. Just answer the little question first, and I will show you the performance later."

Zhao Xifu paused, grinned, and said sincerely:

"Whether you want to watch the splashing or the pouring, you can choose for yourself. Just answer the questions as needed. The rules of our Xia Chongzhai have always been like this... so... hiss..."

The bearded man dressed as a shopkeeper in gray clothes was stuck in his words and seemed unable to find the words.

Zhao Rong offered help in times of need and asked, "Humanized?"

"Humanity..." Zhao Xifu chewed and his eyes lit up, "That's right! The rules of our Xia Chongzhai have always been so humane!"

After speaking freely, he couldn't help but patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up.

Zhao Xifu gave Zhao Rong a very appreciative look and said with emotion:

"You are worthy of being an academy student. Your brain is really bright in this area. You are a quarter of the heroic figure of my uncle back then. These two sentences are really good."

Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly, indicating that it was a piece of cake and not worth mentioning.

"Shopkeeper Zhao is so polite." Zhao Rong smiled, and then he raised his hand, hugged his fist towards Zhao Xifu, who liked to make short sentences, and said with a smile:

"Young students will have to observe Mr. Zhao's teaching on pouring and splashing wine later, so he must study hard."

Zhao Xifu grinned, a little jokingly, and waved his hand, "Haha, it's easy to talk."

Everyone: “…………”

They watched with some confusion as the two men named Zhao, one older and one younger, chatted and laughed.

The expressions on the two people's faces can be said to be very congenial in their conversation, and they seem to be reluctant to meet each other at such a late date.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Did you agree to fight against the evil palm with the same hatred? Why did you stop chatting, good guys, and flatter each other and communicate about your illness?

On the field, many people could not help but twitch their mouths...

However, Zhao Rong did have a gentle expression and turned a deaf ear to the reactions of his companions.

At this time, he raised the wine glass in his hand to signal, and asked with a smile:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, apart from the rules just now, are there any other rules regarding the glass of wine in my hand? I think...it's best to make everything clear first."

"Indeed." Zhao Xifu nodded, then thought about it seriously, and said in a serious tone: "No way."

"Really gone?" Zhao Rong confirmed.

Zhao Xifu nodded solemnly, "It's okay. There is only one rule just mentioned... You only have one chance to say a word. If you tell a lie, I will throw the glass of wine away. If you tell the truth, I will pour the glass of wine.

Lose."

He shook the wine bottle in his hand, then raised his head and laughed:

"Don't worry, kid, labor and management love rules the most, and they also follow them the most. Every spit and nail, everything will be done according to the rules mentioned above."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.

Everyone around the table couldn't help but frown again.

Isn't this ungrateful rule disgusting enough? What's the difference between telling the truth or telling a lie and choosing to pour it out or throw it away? What's wrong with him? He still wants to hit him.

Zhao Qian'er, who was already unhappy, couldn't help it anymore. She and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other. It was her idea to have this glass of Bing Niang wine for Brother Rong'er tonight, but it ended up like this.

Zhao Qian'er clenched her little hands, but then she saw Zhao Rong's calm profile next to her, and when she was about to speak, she swallowed it back...

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up some vegetables, and put them in Xiao Qian'er's bowl.

Zhao Xifu glanced at him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turned to look at the sky outside the door, and waved his hand:

"You kid, please hurry up and reply. If you don't say anything, I will take the wine and leave. Although I suddenly found you interesting, it will be very boring if you delay any longer."

The man in gray clothes and bearded hair lost some of his interest and threw away the wine bottle in his hand that countless people outside were flocking to.

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw away the wine."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Zhao Xifu curled his lips boringly: "Oh throw it away, then you can answer lies, I will tell you a lie... Hey, stop wasting your fucking time, hurry up."

"Shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw away the wine." Zhao Rong nodded.

"Whether you want to throw it away or pour it out depends on your answer. It all follows the rules." Zhao Xifu waved his hand impatiently, "Speaking of which, why do you, a big man, have a mother-in-law? Please tell me quickly!"

Zhao Rong smiled.

Zhao Xifu pulled his face and looked slightly cold, "If you don't say pull me down, don't come in again, his grandma's legs are dripping..."

Zhao Rong didn't speak, and looked at him quietly, tapping his fingers on the table with his right hand, as if waiting patiently for something.

The man in gray clothes and bearded shopkeeper cursed, picked up the wine and stood up to leave.

At this time, Yu Huaijin, who always strictly abides by the gentleman's rule of eating and sleeping without saying a word, swallowed the vegetables and rice that he had chewed for forty-two times, neatly put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and raised his head:

"He has already answered it twice."

The old-fashioned girl looked at Zhao Xifu, her tone was calm, but her words were like a silent bomb, detonating among everyone in the hall.

In an instant, a deathly silence was created on the field.

"…………"

Zhao Xifu, who was cursing, was stunned for a moment. The impatient expression on his face disappeared in an instant like a receding tide. Then, in just a few breaths, several expressions flashed across his face:

Doubt, thinking, puzzlement, incredible...shocked!

Zhao Xifu suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Rong.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes and calmly looked at the wine glass in his hand, and nodded slightly.

Zhao Xifu's eyes couldn't help but widen, with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe that someone could solve the problem like this. Isn't this question a dead end?
To be continued...