At this moment, Mayfly is halfway up the mountain.

A round-faced girl with a double bun was walking on the winding path while carrying a three-layer food box.

Not long after, she arrived at the door of a secluded courtyard.

Just as the girl was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, the door was already opened from the inside.

"Qian'er, you're finally here. If you're one step later, your Uncle Bai will starve to death."

The person who opened the door was a man with a playful smile and a sloppy beard holding a sword. He was rubbing his hands and looking at the food box the girl was carrying with bright eyes.

When Qian'er saw that it was him who opened the door, her pretty face was slightly cold, and she ignored him and walked straight to another person in the front yard.

That was a tall old man.

"Uncle Kun, I brought you the cold tofu and bean paste you like to eat."

As Qian'er spoke, she took out several plates of vegetables and fresh rice from the first layer of the food box and placed them on the table in front of the old man.

Uncle Kun smiled and nodded.

"Ahem, Qian'er, where is Uncle Xiaobai's?"

The man holding the sword came to the table and looked at Qian'er with a fawning expression.

Upon hearing this, the round-faced girl reached out and took out the lone bowl remaining on the first layer of the food box, and "knocked" it on the table.

Li Bai's eyelids twitched and he glanced at the few white-faced steamed buns in the bowl that were probably harder than his teeth, feeling a little bit lucky in his heart.

"Ah, good Qian'er, didn't you say a few days ago that you would bring some plum wine to Uncle Bai?"

"Humph, it fell down."

Qian'er closed the food box hard, shattering Li Bai's last illusion, got up and went inside to find her young lady.

Uncle Kun was minding his own food, pretending he didn't see anything.

Li Bai was immediately dumbfounded.

In the morning, he went to report to the lady with an indifferent attitude that he gave Zhao Rong half a pot of Huangliang Wangyou wine on their wedding night.

The little girl was also present at that time, but he didn't pay much attention.

Moreover, he later repeatedly explained the general function of the pot of wine and reiterated that his original intention of giving the wine was to make Zhao Rong stay.

But the boy was kind-hearted and thought he was a donkey's liver and lungs. In the end, he still insisted on leaving, and he had no choice.

What Li Bai never expected was that the young lady who was most likely to be angry in his opinion was not angry at all. He didn't notice it anyway. After hearing what he said, the young lady was just stunned, and then nodded gently.

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However, Qian'er, who was not supposed to have much of a problem, reacted greatly.

She felt that if it hadn't been for the pot of wine, Brother Rong'er might not have left...

After that, Qian'er ignored him all morning, and now, he only had two steamed buns for lunch, not to mention the plum wine he had been craving for for a long time.

Li Bai only felt that the days without alcohol were simply darkness, which was even more uncomfortable than when he had his natal flying sword broken.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"Zhao Rong, fuck you!" Thank you, thank you, thank you, the boss of "The Stove Is Not Warm", and the brother of "I Can Be With You" for your reward! Thank you, brother of "Seeing Snow in the Mist" for your book recommendation! Thank you, brothers, for your recommendation votes.
Chapter completed!