Tang Yu grabbed the wine glass and was waiting for Meng Yu to take action.

Sudden.

Bei Mingyin, the purple-haired woman opposite him, stood up and walked to the opposite table, No. 17, to sit down. This made Tang Yu stunned.

That’s not right!

That's not how the script works in the novel. Shouldn't he pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, then Meng Yu comes and steps on him, and then he steps back on him, and finally he pretends to be a cup and slaps her in the face successfully, winning the hearts of three beauties?

Damn it!

People with the surname Meng don’t have martial ethics!

Don’t play by the rules!

"Classmate Yin, do you know him?" Tang Yu asked strangely.

Bei Mingyin turned her head and gave him a fierce look, "Tang, you are so lenient! I just promised to have a meal with you, but you are still a thousand miles away from becoming my boyfriend! Don't

Dogs are meddling in other people’s business!”

Meng Yu coughed a few times and almost choked on the wine in his mouth.

He might be used to being a lady, but suddenly a fierce little girl showed up. For a moment, he really couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, he didn't strike up a conversation, otherwise he would have been severely beaten.

Although he is rich and handsome, it doesn't mean that every girl is like this, right?

"Yinzi, is that you? Why did you come to Nanhang?" Su Ningyun asked weakly.

Bei Mingyin didn't ask any questions, she ran over directly, hugged Su Ningyun and spun around, "It is indeed His Highness Qin, I said, who else has such a temperament except you! What's wrong with your face? What's the matter?

You've become such a ghost, I didn't recognize you even if you didn't speak."

Su Ningyun quickly shook her head, "It's a long story. Yinzi, put me down quickly. Let me introduce you. This is Brother Meng Yu, who is very kind to me. This is Murong Qianyu, from the Murong family.

Thousands of gold.”

Bei Mingyin frowned slightly, "Murong's family in Nanhang, oh, how come your highness eats with her! I don't like these local snakes, they always like to dominate their own one-third of an acre of land, who can come out of Nanhang?"

What do you know about the Murong family?"

She just said whatever came to her mind without any fear of offending anyone.

Completely ignoring Murong Qianyu's livid complexion.

Come to think of it, if Meng Yu hadn't been sitting here, there might have been a real PK show staged in Dongpo Xuanli. Most children of aristocratic families attach great importance to family honor.

"Meng Yu? I've never heard of any big family with the surname Meng. The largest one in Xia is the Meng family in Shandong, but it's not as good as Murong in Nanhang! He's quite handsome. Can this handsome guy be a friend? I'll introduce you to a girl.

!" Bei Mingyin grinned.

While she was talking, Meng Yu was toasting and drinking.

Hearing this, the beer in Meng Yu's mouth spurted out and sprayed directly into Bei Mingyin's face.

Introduce girls?

this?

Would it be too direct?

Meng Yu said that the little hearts born in the 90s can't stand it.

Bei Mingyin's face instantly darkened. She touched the wine on her face with her slender fingers and looked at Meng Yu with an extremely blackened sick and charming look, which made Meng Yu feel a chill on his neck.

Meng Yu handed her a tissue apologetically, "Sorry, I lost my temper. Miss Yinzi, please wipe it first. As an apology, I will cover your expenses tonight."

"Miss? Your sister is the miss, and you also called her Yinzi. I will not change my name or surname, Bei Mingyin. If it weren't for the sake of your acquaintance with His Highness Qin, I would have asked you to crawl out today.

"

"I'm sorry, Miss Beiming. I am an only child and have no sisters. If you need compensation, we can discuss it. If you insult your relatives, the consequences may be a little serious." The apologetic smile on Meng Yu's face gradually turned cold.

Bei Mingyin wanted to say something else, but Su Ningyun immediately stood up and covered her mouth.

"Yinzi, stop making trouble. Brother Meng Yu didn't mean it. Besides, Brother Meng Yu has already apologized."

Under Su Ningyun's pleading gaze, Bei Mingyin snorted and nodded slightly.

What!

This Meng Yu's saliva sprayed into her mouth.

Bah! Why do boys like to drink such a bitter beer?

How could this matter be left alone, knowing that she didn't even like the Lamborghini given by Tang Yu, so she would be short of food money? It's simply funny.

However, it is better to retreat than to advance, so as not to fall out for the time being, lest His Highness Qin would be caught in the middle.

At worst, I'll have someone take care of him after dinner.

Su Ningyun then let go of her little hand. Bei Mingyin glared at Meng Yu fiercely. After exchanging contact information with Su Ningyun again, she turned back to table 18 and sat down.

After Murong Qianyu saw this scene in his eyes, he smiled thoughtfully.

And Tang Yu felt that his opportunity had come.

It's time to teach the bad boy a lesson. Although whether he can pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger is a waste of time, he can always pretend to be a tyrant with a bow.

"You cover her expenses? I'm afraid you can't pay the bill!" Tang Yu smiled confidently, "Waiter, let's have a whole Dongpo banquet."

Bei Mingyin's eyes lit up.

yes!

If she can't do it in martial arts, she can do it in literature.

The Dongpo Banquet is super expensive, and if you order a few bottles of century-old wine, it will definitely be much more expensive than those Western red wines, such as 90 Conti or 82 Lafite.

No matter how much one set adds up, it costs five cents, which is a full 50 million yuan.

Be good!

Although her family is well-off, no matter how rich they are, her parents will never let her eat 50 million for a meal. That is no longer a luxury, but a naked waste.

Because these things are usually only occasionally extravagant and wasted at important banquets in life, such as the coming-of-age ceremony for the eldest son of the family, or the 60th birthday of each old man.

"Waiter, here's a jar of styrax wine, another jar of rose wine, um, another jar of Puzhong wine." Bei Mingyin glanced at Meng Yu provocatively.

She really wanted to see Meng Yu scared to death. After all, although the small restaurant was not big, most of the people who could make reservations for dinner here were from wealthy families.

Ordinary people have no access and cannot make an appointment.

So she should have some understanding of the wines she ordered.

Murong Qianyu's expression changed drastically. She felt a little worried about the meal money for Meng Yu. After eating this set of food and drinks, it would cost more than ten cents at least. However, she knew Meng Yu's net worth, so she didn't say anything.

Although the consumption is large, it is only for her.

For a super rich man like Meng Yu, this is probably just a drop in the bucket.

Meng Yu was even more calm. First of all, what he lacked the most was money. Secondly, before getting the system, how could any ordinary worker know these ancient wine names of Xia State?

I am afraid that a normal modern person has never heard of these Northern Song Dynasty palace tribute wines, let alone drank them.

Those who don’t know are fearless.

It doesn’t matter if you know, it’s him you’re talking about, that’s right!

The waiter was dressed like a waiter in the Northern Song Dynasty, with a white towel on his shoulders and walked over with a wry smile.

He had witnessed everything that had happened before, and of course he knew that the guests at this table were just trying to get angry.

"Sir, there are only two people at your table. I'm afraid we won't be able to eat the entire Dongpo Banquet. How about choosing a few favorite dishes to serve? Forget about this ancient wine. It's the same with some aged Maotai.

"The waiter is trying to smooth things over.

This restaurant is no different than an ordinary restaurant. It is crowded with celebrities. The owner of the restaurant also retired from the imperial capital to Nanhang to retire. Anyone with enough money can build a golden coffin.

Therefore, making money is secondary. The most important thing is to provide an elegant place where upper-class people can gather together.

"Naochao, are you teaching me how to do things? Do you recognize this brand?" Bei Mingyin took out a token and waved it in front of the waiter's eyes.

When his eyes fell on the word "Ming" in the middle of the token, the waiter's pupils shrank, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat for a moment.
Chapter completed!