"The store's new Royal Imperial Wine, Xunxian Brew, an antique recipe reborn into the world, fifty-one bowls' worth, hurry if you want a taste~"
Gu Chen stood next to the large jar and called out to the people in front of him with a long shout.
Then, with a smack, he broke the clay seal on the top of the wine jar and a strong, crisp scent of wine wafted out.
Almost instantly, it spread rapidly with the breeze at the door.
The crowd on the scene burst into a clamor after hearing Gu Chen's shout, unable to refrain from discussing among themselves.
If the five-yuan steamed buns had refreshed their understanding of pricing,
then the thought of paying fifty yuan for a small bowl of wine
made them so indignant they wanted to hang the con artist Gu Chen from the streetlights.
But considering he was an Imperial Chef, they thought maybe they should add a touch of humanity.
For example, allowing him to choose his own favorite streetlight...
