Chapter 39 Jiang Daoming’s invitation

Song Xiao arrived at the place agreed with Jiang Daoming and found out that it was a small restaurant hidden in an alley.

There are six or seven four-person tables placed outside, and three narrow private rooms are separated inside.

This one in Jiangdao Mingding is a bit crowded for six people.

The environment is okay, clean and warm.

Other than that, there's nothing special about it.

There was only Jiang Daoming in the room. When he saw him come in, he got up enthusiastically, walked over and closed the door.

The small shop with few people in it suddenly became even quieter.

"It's just the two of us today." Jiang Daoming skillfully opened a bottle of Maotai-flavor wine wrapped in old tissue paper, which looked old at first glance.

When the lid is unscrewed, the rich aroma of wine comes out, and you can clearly feel the hanging cup when you pour it into the cup.

"Have a drink and have a nice chat!"

Song Xiao sniffed, looked at Jiang Daoming and said: "Uncle Jiang is really willing to give up. This kind of wine is a luxury even if it is mixed with new wine ten times. Drinking it directly like this is too wasteful, isn't it?"

Jiang Daoming laughed: "It's something that has been overhyped! The wines of many years are all for drinking, not for display. Drink the right wine with the right person!"

He handed the filled wine glass to Song Xiao: "As long as you don't think this place is too rough!"

Song Xiao smiled and said: "How can it be possible? How could the place chosen by Uncle Jiang be bad?"

Jiang Daoming sat down and said with some emotion: "This is an old shop with a history of several decades. There is only one owner and chef, and it has been passed down from father to son from generation to generation. It seems to be the fifth generation now!"

Song Xiao was in awe: "That's not easy!"

Jiang Daoming nodded: "It's not easy. In fact, this store is not short of money, but the boss can still stick to his original intention and insist on taking charge of the dishes himself, so the taste of this store has not changed much in decades.

Those who know this place are almost all repeat customers.

My father has often brought me here to eat since I was a child. At that time, I didn’t have the cultivation you did. Why would I come to such a shabby place all the time?

At that time, this store had not been renovated, so it was a bit run-down, but after eating here twice, I completely fell in love with it, and even skipped studying at night and came here to eat..."

At this time, a young man knocked on the door gently and brought the food in.

When people are at the door, the overflowing fragrance hits their nostrils.

Song Xiao twitched her nose twice and praised: "It smells so good!"

The young man put the dishes on the table with a smile and said to Jiang Daoming: "Mr. Jiang, my dad heard that you brought someone here and said he would cook something special for you later. It's a coincidence that we haven't had that ingredient for a long time.

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Jiang Daoming's eyes lit up: "Hey, that's a good relationship. Thank your dad for me. I'll ask him to have a drink later and tell him that I've been carrying him for more than 40 years..."

The young man swallowed his saliva: "Then my dad will be extremely happy!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Song Xiao and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang never brings anyone here."

Jiang Daoming waved his hand: "I'm just too talkative. I'll give you a drink later. I brought two bottles today!"

The young man bared his teeth immediately: "Then I won't be polite. Thank you, Uncle Jiang!"

In a short time, six dishes with delicious flavors and flavors were served quickly.

Jiang Daoming picked up the wine glass: "Come on, Xiao Song, let's go!"

Song Xiao also picked up the cup, clinked it, and took a sip. The decades-old wine was mellow and sweet in his throat, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

Praise: "Good wine!"

Jiang Daoming smiled: "Eat the food while it's hot, and we'll talk later!"

"Okay, then I won't be polite. I'll endure it for a long time..."

"Haha, then eat more."

Then the boss came in with his son who was working as a waiter, chatted with Jiang Daoming, drank a glass of wine, and left happily.

It can be seen that Jiang Daoming is really familiar with this store.

The shop owner knew his identity, but he didn't hold back. Jiang Daoming also had no airs about him.

We drank wine and ate food casually, commenting while eating, telling Song Xiao the origin, materials, production process and techniques of each dish.

Like a gourmet.

It makes people feel very comfortable.

After drinking a glass of wine, Song Xiao took the initiative to pick up the bottle and fill it up for the two of them.

Jiang Daoming then looked at Song Xiao with some emotion: "At the beginning, I really didn't expect you to be so good. Otherwise, I would have to ask Mr. Su to recommend you to me and enter the heaven... It would be boring!"

Song Xiao smiled and said: "Mr. Su and I are not that familiar, and I am used to being free and loose, so I am more suitable to stay in Heaven."

Jiang Daoming naturally didn't believe that Song Xiao was not familiar with Mr. Su.

Mr. Su is extremely stable and will definitely not rashly recommend someone whom he is not familiar with to protect his daughter.

Especially a young and handsome guy.

He smiled: "Heavenly Court is actually quite good," and then changed the topic, "By the way, Xiao Song, we recently discovered an ancient tomb. According to various information, it should be the tomb of a great monk.

No other forces have learned about this yet. Are you interested in exploring it together?

The contents inside belong to whoever finds them, and the practice techniques can be shared."

Thinking of the repeated warnings from Lao Wan and others, plus the fact that he had made a lot of money recently and had no shortage of cultivation resources, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Jiang Daoming looked at him and said: "Don't be too busy refusing, let me tell you a story..."

Song Xiao was slightly startled, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "I'm all ears."

Jiang Daoming put down his wine glass, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said: "Our family probably started this business more than a hundred years ago.

The ancestor of my family was a practitioner. You know something about that era. The country was weak, the people were in dire straits, and foreign powers were frantically knocking on our door.

At that time, our family could only be regarded as an ordinary landowner family. Although our ancestors practiced cultivation, their realm was not very high.

But very brave!

Once he and several brothers robbed a cart of gold and silver earned from selling opium in the Sunset Empire..."

Jiang Daoming admitted that the Jiang family's primitive accumulation stage was indeed not that clean.

But our ancestors have left behind an ancestral precept from that time - no matter where and whenever you are, you must remember your origin and bloodline. No matter where you are, you must not betray your race or attack your compatriots.

Jiang Daoming looked at Song Xiao and said frankly: "To be honest, I'm not very noble. In the early years when I was growing my family, I did some unethical things that benefited myself at the expense of others.

However, he always kept in mind the teachings of his ancestors and never did anything detrimental to the country's race.

Those who are trapped are those external forces with evil intentions.

So over the years, the Jiang family has had many enemies, but almost all of them are outside.

Of course, there are also internal ones, but those people..."

A sneer appeared on Jiang Daoming's face: "They are just puppets supported by those monsters and ghosts, not worth mentioning.

It's just that once a chaebol is formed, it becomes a man-eating monster.

Every plutocrat and ancient force wants to survive forever.

The boss hopes to live forever, while the children of the family want to become better and stronger.

As a result, it is inevitable that there will be a mixture of good and bad internally, and it will also have to trade and cooperate with multiple forces.

So you say chaebol are good?

Not necessarily good.

But it would be unfair to say that all chaebols are bad people."

He looked at Song Xiao and said with a serious face: "At least I won't have any bad thoughts towards you, Xiao Song. You have saved Ying'er's life and you are a noble person on her cultivation path, so you can rest assured.

I will never trick you or harm you at any time."

Song Xiao smiled and said, "If I didn't recognize you, Uncle Jiang, I wouldn't be here today."

Jiang Daoming smiled, raised his glass to signal, took a sip, and suddenly asked: "By the way, Xiao Song, what do you think of Ying'er?"

Song Xiao was startled for a moment, then said: "Excellent! With a talent like hers, the future is limitless!"

Jiang Daoming was also a smart man. Seeing Song Xiao's reaction, he sighed secretly and was a little disappointed.

Before, it was purely to protect my daughter and I never thought about anything else.

But after seeing Song Xiao's abilities and gaining a certain understanding of his character, he and his wife had other thoughts.

He is young, handsome and capable, his character is calm and down-to-earth, and he has a big boss like Mr. Su behind him.

Especially my daughter doesn't seem to dislike this young senior.

If they could really make a couple, he would be happy to see it happen.

Unfortunately, after a brief test, it was found that Song Xiao did not mean that.
To be continued...