Just as Lu Xingyao pulled the tab, Gu Xingzhao didn’t have time to stop him!
In an instant, as if triggered by some invisible force, the drink erupted from the bottle like a sudden downpour. It sprayed all over Lu Xingyao, soaking him from head to toe, with his chest drenched in the fizzy liquid.
Gu Xingzhao: “…” This really wasn’t my fault—he was the one shaking the bottle.
Lu Xingyao was stunned, “???”
“Pfft—!” Someone couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter. This so-called divine brew from the ancestors wasn’t a drink; it was more like a weapon!
Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, Lu Xingyao remarked, “As expected of the brew bestowed by the ancestors—it’s truly extraordinary.”
Hearing this, everyone looked at him with admiration. No wonder the ancestors favored him so often—look at how composed he remained even after being soaked, still flattering the ancestors without missing a beat.
They knew they couldn’t have handled it as well.
Lu Xingyao’s words made Gu Xingzhao feel quite pleased. Indeed, compliments always felt nice.
She couldn’t help but think, if Lu Xingyao were an official in the court, he might handle many of the tricky issues that tripped up Lu Qing with ease.
Lu Qing, on the other hand, couldn’t bear to look at his grandson. He truly couldn’t understand how his family had produced someone so adept at flattery.
Lu Yang reacted the fastest, holding out his bowl in front of his nephew, motioning for him to pour some quickly. He hadn’t been this excited at first, but after seeing the spray, he was eager to taste this divine brew from the ancestors!
Lu Xingyao, holding the bottle, poured a small amount into Lu Yang’s bowl, then pulled the bottle back, ready to leave. But Lu Yang wasn’t having it—he grabbed his nephew by the arm.
In disbelief, he raised his voice, “What? You’re only giving your second uncle this little bit?”
The bowl contained barely a sip—probably just enough to wet his tongue!
Lu Xingyao looked innocently at him, “Second Uncle, didn’t you say you just wanted a taste? Well, this is one Taste.”
At these words, everyone glanced at Lu Yang’s bowl. You couldn’t deny it—that truly was one sip.
Lu Yang: “???”
He hadn’t expected his big nephew to be so stingy!
Turning to his brother, Lu Zhou, Lu Yang exclaimed, “Brother, look at your son! He’s giving me, his elder, just this tiny bit—how is that right?”
At least two sips, right?
Lu Zhou, however, wasn’t in the mood to argue. His brother had at least gotten one sip—he, as the father, hadn’t even received that much.
As for Lu Qing, he was even more frustrated. His grandson was so miserly with the ancestors’ gift that he didn’t even think to offer any to his elders.
Lu Xingyao, meanwhile, took a sip of the milk beer. It was a flavor he had never experienced before—not as strong as wine, with a faint sweetness, followed by a slight tartness.
Uncertain, he took another sip, and his eyes lit up. It was delicious!
As he continued drinking without a word, one of the clan members couldn’t help but ask, “Yao Ge, what does the divine brew taste like?”
Being the generous type, Lu Xingyao never hoarded good things for himself. He poured each of them a small sip and smiled, encouraging them to try it for themselves.
Each person cautiously licked their portion, savoring the faintly sweet and tart flavor. It was hard to describe exactly how it tasted, but it was undeniably good!
One person, tired of just licking it, downed the whole sip in one go, exclaiming, “This is refreshing!”
The others nodded in agreement. “It’s fizzy and invigorating. Imagine having this on the road—it’d be the perfect pick-me-up!”
“Shame there’s so little of it…”
Meanwhile, after tasting his portion, Lu Yang chased after Lu Xingyao, determined to open the second bottle. He had tasted food and wine from all corners of the world, but today, he had finally tasted true divine brew!
Gu Xingzhao hadn’t expected these ancient people to enjoy soda so much. Then again, they’d never had it before.
If they reacted like this to a simple soft drink, what would happen if she gave them real alcohol?
An idea began to form in Gu Xingzhao’s mind. It might be time for He Zhen to open a new shop.
With a plan in mind, Gu Xingzhao carefully selected a variety of drinks and spirits from the supermarket. She picked out milk-based beverages that children would love, such as “Wangzai” and “Wahaha.” She also got various sodas—Sprite, Coca-Cola, Fanta—along with sweet fruit wines and stronger liquors like Maotai and Wuliangye.
Since the exiled group wasn’t traveling today, and the Lu family had some free time, Gu Xingzhao brought a box of drinks and disposable cups to ancient times.
Lu Qing, who had thought the ancestors had already left, was surprised to hear the familiar voice once more.
“Lu Qing, I’ve brought some drinks for everyone to try. Gather some people and help distribute them. Let’s see which ones they like best.”
Gu Xingzhao figured that since the Lu family lived in the capital, understanding their tastes would be useful for future business.
Lu Qing’s eyes lit up. “Is this the same drink Yao Ge had earlier?”
Gu Xingzhao replied, “Not just that—there are several others. Let everyone try and see which ones suit their tastes.”
At the ancestors’ request, Lu Qing immediately called for his sons and daughters-in-law, instructing them to gather everyone for something important.
Meanwhile, those who had been chasing after Lu Xingyao, begging for a sip of the “divine brew,” had already given up. Despite endless apologies and flattery, Lu Xingyao, remembering how they had laughed at him earlier, refused to share.
Just as their pleas were falling on deaf ears, they were called over by the old man.
Lu Qing cleared his throat importantly, “The ancestors have sent more divine brew and want everyone to try it.”
The crowd immediately erupted with excitement. “Divine brew!?”
“We get to try it too?”
“I thought only Yao Ge would have the chance!”
“This is amazing! Why bother chasing after Yao Ge when the ancestors themselves are offering us drinks?”
Eager to try, everyone’s faces were filled with anticipation as they turned toward Lu Qing, waiting for further instructions.
Lu Yang rubbed his hands together in excitement, his grin spreading wide across his face. He could hardly contain himself, “Father, where’s the divine brew? Let’s get to tasting!”
The crowd was buzzing, fully enticed by the prospect of tasting the legendary brew the ancestors had provided.
Lu Qing gave his second son a look, letting out a sigh. “You’re so impatient,” he muttered, but truth be told, even he was excited.
Just as Lu Xingyao carefully opened the second bottle, ready to share a bit more with those still begging for a sip, someone ran over, shouting, “What are you standing there for? The ancestors have sent plenty of divine brew! Everyone’s getting a full cup!”
Hearing that, the two men who had been pleading with Lu Xingyao glanced at each other. Without a word, they dashed toward the gathering, eager to get their hands on the real deal.
Lu Xingyao, standing there with the bottle in hand, blinked in confusion. “???”
Where did they go? Weren’t they desperate to drink the divine brew just a moment ago?
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