Time Travel: The Noble Family

The steward grumbled inwardly, even wishing he could slap himself across the face. This young lady clearly didn’t understand market prices; he should have said ten or twenty years earlier. Why on earth did he mention sixty years’ worth?

Mingzhu’s brows shot up: "You better not tell me there’s only one jar left of the sixty-year variety." If that were the case, she would absolutely make sure this servant couldn’t escape the consequences.

The steward kept reassuring her: "Miss, rest assured, we still have several jars of the sixty-year vintage. I will have someone prepare them for you to take away shortly." Ah, the steward, however reluctant, had to bring them out, otherwise, he couldn’t bear the brunt of her temper once aroused.

Yueyao smiled and said, "Then I’ll trouble you, steward. As for what’s delicious, both Mingzhu and I aren’t very clear on that, so please make the selection for us!"

With Mingzhu’s approval, the steward immediately went out to order the dishes.

Once the steward had left, Yueyao turned to Mingzhu and said, "You should drink more cooling beverages, your temper is so fiery." Yueyao felt that over a month in the mountains was not enough time—she should have stayed longer. Such a rash temperament really wasn’t good for Mingzhu.

Mingzhu chuckled.

The steward was quick; everything was ready in a short while. Yueyao, looking at the table laden with fine wine and delicacies, said with a smile, "Xiang Wei, Bai Yi, why don’t you two sit down and take a sip to try it." Masters and servants aren’t supposed to dine together; however, given the special status of Xiang Wei and Bai Yi, Yueyao’s invitation was not too abrupt.

Mingzhu was the first to take a small sip and then stuck out her tongue, complaining, "It’s too disgusting." It was both spicy and pungent, and to claim it was tasty was pure deceit.

Yueyao also took a tiny sip: "Hmm, it is a bit spicy, but the flavor is rich and has a lingering finish." Yueyao coaxed Mingzhu to try a small sip.

After tasting it, Mingzhu still shook her head: "It’s not tasty. Yueyao, let’s switch to fruit wine! This is too awful."

Yueyao laughed and said, "Alright, let’s switch to fruit wine. Don’t waste the rest, though; we’ll take it back with us later." She wasn’t used to drinking it, but she liked the color, believing her uncle would certainly enjoy it.

The fruit wine was very mild, but suitable for young ladies to drink. Mingzhu had half a cup, Yueyao also had half a cup. The two sipped wine and chatted, finding great pleasure in it.