Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1305 - 1165: A Dream

It was precisely because of this, because he had tasted that fine wine, because he had savored those exquisite delicacies, that now, as he drank these beverages, he found them hard to swallow.

Of course, after all, he had just come into money recently; before, he wouldn’t even dare to imagine such drinks, and would never have the chance to sip them.

It was for this reason that now, even though he was not particularly fond of these drinks, feeling they were only a fraction as good as the exquisite ones, he still forced himself to drink them.

Certainly, he indulged more in the lavish feast, as the delicious food in his mouth was an absolute delight, to say the least. In all these years, he had never experienced such a grand gourmet feast, not counting the one from a few days ago during His Majesty’s wedding.

Even though he didn’t receive the待遇 services of the ministers, and didn’t get to taste the special dishes prepared for them, one must not forget his duty, as he was employed in the Imperial Palace. Since he could taste that wine, it meant he surely had the opportunity to encounter those banquets, even if by the time he came into contact with the banquet, the delicious dishes were all gone. But there were always some plates with leftover sauce, which he indulged in as well.

Chewing the delicacies now, he took another sip. This fine wine really makes life enjoyable, he couldn’t help but reflect for a moment.

After all these years, he had never enjoyed such prosperity, living in such a high-end place, eating such delightful dishes, and drinking the most expensive wine currently available—excluding the royal wine, of course.

If, at this moment, a few women from the nearby district were with him, wouldn’t that be the pinnacle of life?

Upon this thought, he could no longer suppress his inner emotions, wanting to vent the frustration he felt inside.

He patted the heavy silver inside his pocket, immediately finding confidence.

Yes, he was no longer the person he once was; now, he was a man of wealth. Isn’t it just about women? Isn’t that simple?

Thus, he promptly put down his chopsticks, ignoring the half-eaten dishes, and directly stood up, smoothed his clothes, and walked out of the inn’s door.

"Sir, what about this table of food?"

Facing the innkeeper’s inquiry, the Centurion waved his hand:

"It’s my reward to you, eat it."

After saying this, he immediately walked toward a direction without a second thought.

Upon hearing his words, the innkeeper’s face visibly lit up with excitement, knowing that this gentleman ordered a large table full of delectable dishes.

Most importantly, he hadn’t eaten much, and the same went for the wine; only about two cups from a large vat. This meant there was still plenty of wine left, and these drinks along with the dishes could certainly be secretly packed up and taken home for a treat tonight.

Surely, life was not easy for the inn employees these days.

Though they saw plenty of these exquisite dishes and drinks daily, they seldom had the opportunity to taste a bit themselves. In this era, very few would waste anything. After ordering a dish here, they definitely cleaned the plate before leaving, and even when there was some leftover, they would pack it up and take it away.

It’s not to say no one wasted food, as many nobles and high officials were not uncommon at this time, though even if they wouldn’t pack up their meals, they had servants to take care of it. After they left, their servants would come to tidy up the area, taking everything away for themselves.

This was already an unspoken rule, and because of this, the serving staff rarely got a chance to taste anything good themselves. That’s why hearing the Centurion’s generous offer left the innkeeper exceedingly excited.

After the Centurion left, the innkeeper hurriedly returned, fearing someone would snatch the opportunity from him, grabbing some meat while also finding a large wooden barrel to put the dishes into.

He didn’t bother with sorting the food.

As long as these delightful dishes could be taken home, what did it matter if they were all mixed together? Every inn employee had secretly prepared such a barrel, which was usually used to collect leftovers and juices from meals.

And like today, putting untouched dishes into it quickly filled the small barrel to the brim.

This made the innkeeper exceptionally thrilled; that barrel was enough to feed him for several days.

After filling a barrel to the brim, he looked at the table with plenty of dishes left, and reluctantly called a fellow innkeeper he was close to. He let him drain all the remaining dishes into another barrel, so they could enjoy it together later.