After a good night's rest, the next day everyone swept away the exhaustion clinging to them and appeared in the inn's main hall in high spirits. They took two tables and ordered some dishes they had never tried before, and Wu Dayi even had the waiter bring up two jars of the best wine they had.
"Why is it so bland?" Third Senior Brother took a sip of the so-called good wine, his brow furrowing as he looked at the white porcelain cup in his hand.
"Xiaofan has spoiled our palates. In the past, one sip of wine like this would have left us savoring the aftertaste forever. But now, after drinking the wine Little Junior Brother brewed, of course these mortal-world wines taste dull and flavorless." He Dazhi lifted his cup and took a small sip. After tasting it, he very much agreed with Third Senior Brother.
Yesterday, when Wu Dayi and the others entered the inn, they had already drawn attention.
Though the group looked travel-worn, the bearing they carried was clearly not something ordinary people could possess. So the shopkeeper had long since instructed the staff to serve them well.
In this imperial city, any random passerby might have ties to high officials, or even to the imperial family.
The waiter had been watching their side the whole time. Seeing displeasure in the brows of both tables, he hurried over at once.
"Dear guests! If there's anything lacking in our service, please just say so. We'll change it for you at once!" The waiter was somewhat anxious, but in the imperial city, they entertained imperial relatives, nobles, and high-ranking officials almost every day, so he was not overly afraid.
"It's not your fault!" Wu Dayi waved a hand and, with a frown, drained the wine in his