The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Everyone looked at Ning Mengyao, who looked faint, and nodded. This is what the blind man gave them. If you don’t drink it, you don’t give face to you. As for Xiao Yutian... Who cares for him at this time, who is an idiot.

Ning Mengyao is not looking down, faintly said: "This is brewed into a family, there is something in your restaurant, not so painful." This wine is her, she does not hurt, Xiao Yutian is here What is the pain in the meat.

Xiao Yutian had a **** mouth. He couldn’t come up, he couldn’t go down, and he almost drowned himself.

"I said that Meng Yao can not be so big, it is money." Xiao Yutian called a depressed, used this wine? How much has to go? There is such a large group of Dionysus here.

Ning Mengyao frowned, seems to be thinking about this matter, Xiao Yutian saw what he said was useful, gave a sigh of relief, but this tone has not been completely sent down, Ning Mengyao returned him to the original form in one sentence. : "I only become a pro." That means to say that it is of course good to be a pro.

"I……"

"And it's a special brewed wine that is better than the one you sold before." Ning Mengyao seems to have not attacked Xiao Yutian enough to continue to fill the knife on one side.

"Can we taste it now?" Xiao Yutian asked seriously.

I really think that if the wine is really better than the restaurant, then he must give some back to the wine.

Ning Mengyao nodded, letting Qingxue and Qingzhu go to hold a few altars.

When the jar was just opened, everyone was intoxicated. This rich wine smelled and knew it was good wine.

"I am going, you still have a private possession? No, this time you have to give me a hundred altars." Xiao Yutian immediately opened his mouth.

Ning Mengyao frowned, although there are not many altars, but this is used for parenting. Before she became a pro, she did not want to sell it.

"No, I don't sell before I get married." Ning Mengyao shook his head firmly.

"Why?" Xiao Yutian was depressed, so good wine is only used for personal use? How can this be?

Ning Mengyao does not care how much pain he has, faintly drinking tea.

"You are my relatives, you are a hundred altars." Xiao Yutian has no face and no skin for these wines.

Ning Mengyao shook his head firmly: "This kind of thing can't be done. If you want it, you can give it another kind." It was also brewed when it was brewed. Who knows that the taste is a little worse than this, so she will I got rid of it.

She is the best in nature. Every woman wants a perfect wedding. Of course, she is no exception. So after she has decided to make a relative, she has specially distributed some people to make a drink.

"Okay, but a hundred altars are definitely not enough, more."

"three hundred."

"Yes." Xiao Yutian satisfied: "How does the wine of the scorpion compare with this wine?"

"It's a little worse, but it's a lot stronger than Zhu Yeqing." Ning Mengyao did not hide it.

Xiao Yutian thought for a moment and decided to price the wine at 152. Go back and make more money to make up for his loss.

Everyone looked down at the wine that had just been handed in, and listened to the two of them talking there. There was only one idea in mind, and that was the big handwriting of the scorpion.

But the boss is so happy, there is such a rich woman as a wife.

"Yao Yao you are really a baby." Qiao Tianchang finally could not help but swear.

He naturally knows the ability of his wife to make wine, and now she listens to her turn to prepare wine for the wedding. Then, should he also prepare something? As soon as I thought about Joe Tian Chang, I had to think about it. There are still about two months in the morning and evening. This is enough for anyway.

Think about it, Qiao Tian nodded and was very satisfied with his thoughts.

Xiao Yutian looked at Qiao Tianchang with the look of the monster: "Tian Chang, what is your bad idea?"

"What are you doing?"

"I don't care about you, can I drink alcohol?" I can't take it back and sell it. I must just drink a little more at this time.

Xiao Yu Tian Hao was drinking, and Lin Zi worried that Ning Mengyao’s eyes were bright: “Can you sell me two altars?”

"This does not sell." Ning Mengyao shook his head firmly, this wine only came out to drink this time, the other can only drink at the wedding, let her sell, it is impossible, even if it is really to sell, I have to wait until the family is left, and then I will sell it.