Chapter 816 - 105 beating the adulterer, the trashy woman humiliates herself_4
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!
"Oh, what’s gotten into Young Master Meng to be in such a rage?" Liu Limin walked in with a smile, nodded slightly to the master brewers, glanced at the wine in the vat, and asked, "Isn’t the wine brewed already? Why hasn’t it been delivered? Did you really need me to come all this way, are you showing off to me, Young Master Meng?"
Liu Limin glanced at Meng Yuanjian with slanted eyes, her gaze clearly questioning.
Meng Yuanjian shivered involuntarily and secretly broke out in a cold sweat. No wonder his father was so fascinated by this woman; she really was different from other women—both independent and charming, truly a rare sight.
"Um, hehe, Manager Liu, dare I trouble you to make a trip?"
Seeing that Meng Yuanjian had suddenly fallen silent, the Steward inwardly shook his head, not expecting the young master, who only knew how to play with crickets all day, to do anything useful. He quickly stepped forward to explain to Liu Limin: "Ah, we were just discussing this matter. Manager Liu, you run your own wine shop, you must have some insight into these wines. Take a look at our wine, it was fine last night, but this morning when we were about to bottle it, we discovered it had soured, just like the last time!"
While scooping up a ladle of wine from the vat, the Steward lamented, "Smell this, this wine was brewed from the finest sorghum and no step was missed in the process. The previous batches were all fine, so why did today’s wine sour? And it soured overnight—it’s like someone tampered with it."