Meng Yuanjian didn't understand, but the Steward was very clear. The aging brewing masters before him could be said to be Zhuma Town's finest brewing team, and any one of them could hold their own if taken separately. It was one thing for the young master not to coddle them, but to actually scold them! Did he think he was the master himself? These men were scolded by the master only when they did something wrong, but now it was clear that the master had scolded them wrongly. And here was the young master scolding them again—it was simply a death wish!
Just as Liu Limin entered, she overheard Meng Yuanjian's scolding and couldn't help but snicker to herself. Was this the intelligence of Meng Tong's son? Nothing like the son of that old fox, Meng Tong—he was just a fool!
