At this moment, inside the private room of the Hengwu Restaurant, Li Yuan was feeling a bit troubled.
He had brought Zhou Jia to meet the servants, but Zhou Jia stubbornly refused to sit down. No matter what Li Yuan said, Zhou Jia stood respectfully at the door, not even stepping inside.
"Old Zhou, isn't this a bit much?
I've already said, follow me. I'm asking you to come in and have a bite to eat, what's the problem?"
"Come, come, let me get you some paper and a pen, you say..."
"What do you mean, a servant cannot sit with the master? We don't have that rule here. Sit down and eat.
In this snowy weather, the yellow wine (cooked with old ginger and red dates) is really something, you know. This yellow wine was brought by an external trade caravan, once it's gone, it's gone."
"Well... if you don't like drinking wine, have some tea, eat something."
"What's wrong, why won't you move?"
