Her pale cheeks flushed, and she gently lowered her head.
"You flatter me, sir."
Jiraiya hearing this voice, Jiraiya's expression became even more satisfied.
"Her voice is also very pleasant."
"Boss, your tavern has some skill."
"The guests don't want to leave before they've even had a drink."
Zhang Yu suppressed a laugh.
Are you sure?
"Certainly."
Jiraiya patted his chest.
"I've traveled the Shinobi World for so many years, what kind of people haven't I seen?"
"I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to women, my judgment is absolutely spot on."
Zhang Yu looked at Bai.
Bai already guessed what he was going to say, and her face flushed even more.
Zhang Yu then spoke.
"But Bai is a man."
Jiraiya's smile froze.
"What?"
Zhang Yu repeated it.
"Male."
Jiraiya stared at Zhang Yu, then suddenly turned to look at Bai.
Bai stood by the table, hands in front of him, giving him a polite smile.
She looks like a delicate and adorable young girl.
Jiraiya blinked hard a few times.
"Impossible."
He looked Bai up and down again.
Black uniform. Skirt. Stockings.
Delicate features and a slender figure.
Even her voice was gentle.
What makes him look like a man?
Jiraiya pointed at Haku, his face full of disbelief.
"Boss, don't make fun of me."
"How could this be a man?"
"I've seen countless people in my Jiraiya, and I've never misjudged anyone in this kind of situation."
Zhang Yu spread his hands.
Why would I lie to you?
Bai is my employee.
"How could I not know whether my own employees are male or female?"
Jiraiya still didn't believe it.
He looked at Bai and tentatively asked, "Are you really a man?"
Bai nodded.
"Yes, guest."
Jiraiya leaned back.
Looking at the faint smile on the pale face, he felt his mind go blank.
Is that a man's face?
Is that voice also male?
And this uniform, it looks perfectly natural on someone wearing white.
Jiraiya raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"Wrong."
Something's definitely wrong.
My judgment of people is infallible.
Zhang Yu sat down opposite him.
"Why don't you watch it for a while longer?"
Jiraiya glanced at it a few more times.
The more I look, the less I believe it.
But Bai himself has already admitted it, so there's no point in him not believing it.
Jiraiya hesitated for a long time, then finally shook his head and sighed.
" The Shinobi World is indeed vast and full of wonders."
"After all these years of travel, I've really broadened my horizons today."
Her pale face turned even redder.
" Boss Zhang Yu, I have to go now."
Zhang Yu nodded.
"Go."
Bai turned and walked towards the bar.
Jiraiya's gaze unconsciously followed it again.
Only after Bai had walked far away did he abruptly turn his gaze away.
Zhang Yu laughed and said, "Still watching?"
Jiraiya sat up straight.
"I'm just observing."
"Materials are needed."
Zhang Yu nodded.
"I understand, that's how novelists are."
Jiraiya coughed lightly and reached for the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
"Let's drink first."
He unscrewed the bottle cap.
A strong aroma of liquor wafted out from the bottle.
Jiraiya twitched his nose, and the embarrassment on his face quickly disappeared.
"Such a strong aroma of liquor."
Instead of gulping it down, he poured some into the cup first.
The clear liquid fell into the glass without a trace of cloudiness.
Jiraiya picked up the cup and smelled it.
The aroma of the wine is strong, yet pure.
His eyes brightened slightly.
"That's interesting."
Having traveled to various countries over the years, Jiraiya had drunk far too much sake.
He had tasted almost every famous wine from the Land of Fire, the Land of Wind, the Land of Water, and various other small countries.
Some wines have a strong aroma, but taste bland.
Some liquors are so strong they're pungent, leaving only a burning sensation after drinking them.
Some wines taste good on the palate, but have a muddy aftertaste.
The wine in front of me smells different from other wines.
Jiraiya.
The moment the liquor touches the tip of the tongue, its intense spiciness fills the mouth.
The next second, the liquor went down his throat.
It felt like a ball of fire going straight into my stomach.
Jiraiya stopped holding the cup.
His previously casual expression changed.
strong.
But it's not simply pungent.
The aroma of the liquor, masking the spiciness, spreads in the mouth and then settles cleanly down the throat.
There is no off-taste.
It also doesn't have that harsh, throat-scratching feeling that regular spirits have.
Jiraiya smacked his lips, then looked down at the cup.
"This wine..."
He didn't finish his sentence before taking another big gulp.
There's more wine this time.
The intensity was also stronger.
Jiraiya's apple bobbed as he swallowed the entire glass of sake in one gulp.
The warmth spread from my stomach, even easing the fatigue from years of traveling.
"Good wine!"
Jiraiya slammed his hand on the table.
"This is truly excellent wine!"
This sound drew the attention of everyone in the front hall.
Hashirama peeked over from the side.
"Of course it's good wine."
"You can't get Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) at the Undead Tavern anywhere else."
Tobirama glanced at Jiraiya's sake cup.
He at least took a small sip the first time, but finished it on the second.
Izuna nodded as well.
"It seems he likes it very much."
Even the spotted figure in the corner lowered its guard somewhat.
A guy who slams his fist on the table after drinking good wine doesn't seem like he's there specifically to cause trouble.
Jiraiya completely ignored what the others were saying.
He picked up the bottle and refilled it.
"Boss, what's the name of this wine?"
"Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."
"Good name."
Jiraiya raised his cup.
"Strong, fragrant, and smooth."
"I've traveled to so many countries, and I've never tasted this kind of wine before."
"You just said there wasn't one anywhere else in the Shinobi World, it seems you weren't exaggerating."
Zhang Yu smiled.
"Exclusive to this tavern."
Jiraiya immediately moved the bottle closer to himself.
"Then both bottles are mine today."
"Don't anyone take it."
Upon Hashirama immediately felt a pang of envy.
"Boss, do the employees have any Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) today?"
Zhang Yu glanced at him.
"No."
Hashirama immediately deflated.
Ban snorted coldly.
"Useless."
Hashirama turned to look at him.
"Ban, don't you want to drink?"
"I didn't say that."
"That means you want to drink."
"Shut up."
Bai then came over carrying a plate of pastries.
"Guest, these are complimentary snacks from the tavern."
He placed the plate on the table.
It can be eaten with alcohol.
Jiraiya looked at Haku, his expression still somewhat complicated.
However, with Erguotou in hand, he no longer cared about whether Bai was male or female.
"And there are complimentary snacks?"
"Your tavern has good service."
He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
The pastries are soft and not too sweet, which perfectly balances the spiciness of the Erguotou liquor.
Jiraiya took another sip of sake, ate a piece of sweets, and quickly leaned back in his chair.
"Comfortable."
"This is what life should be like."
"Enjoying fine wine and snacks, without having to travel at all."
Seeing that he was drinking heartily, Zhang Yu didn't continue to keep him company.
He returned to the bar and sat down in the rocking chair.
Bai Gang returned the empty tray, and Zhang Yu waved to him.
"Bai, come here."
Bai walked to his side.
" Boss Zhang Yu."
Zhang Yu leaned back in his chair.
My shoulders are a little sore.
Bai immediately understood.
"Let me massage it for you."
He stood behind the rocking chair and placed his hands on Zhang Yu's shoulders.
First, find the right position, then gradually apply force.