"Suck…"
Just like the last time he had come, the pleasant aroma of alcohol wafted out from the restaurant. The aroma did not mix together at all, as if it was queuing up to enter Jiang Beiran's nose.
"Ah Zhe! Hurry up and come out! Hurry up and come out! I have something good to tell you! Hurry up and prepare the good wine and dishes!"
Lu Yangyu didn't treat himself as an outsider when he came to the dojo. He shouted at the top of his lungs before he even entered.
"I heard you. I'm coming."
As a feminine voice came from the second floor, the window decorated with the image of a wine gourd opened with a bang. A man in green clothes floated down and landed steadily in front of Lu Yangyu.
"Pa!" The man opened a folding fan with peach blossoms painted on it to cover half of his face and said with a smile,"Brother Lu, next time, just let the servant come to report. There's no need to trouble yourself to call him."
