Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1235

Chapter 1235

Although Xiaobai Xiaosheng said so, the wretched man still looked at Yang Ming with some curiosity. Although the brocade and jade robes may not be very luxurious, the fabrics are extremely exquisite, and there is always a vague sense of richness and nobleness. Words, I am afraid that I have already left Hanfu lovers, right?It's just that he was too lazy to take care of other people's affairs, so he shook his head and let it go.

Yang Ming, who was lying there half drunk, was in a daze, but his ears were still good. After listening to these two sentences, he raised his head and asked frivolously: "You don't even know who I am? ?”

"...Who are you?" The wretched man sized him up again, but he didn't recognize which celebrity was putting on airs.

Yang Ming raised his head and smiled, his deep eyes seemed drunk but not drunk: "Yuanyue Academy, Yang Ming."

It took a while for the wretched man to realize what he said. He frowned and said disdainfully, "Yang Ming? I'm still in the Fourth Palace!"

A drunk can really say anything.

Yang Ming sneered and didn't make any excuses, just continued to wait listlessly, and was shocked when he saw the girl walking out of the kitchen: "Is the wine here?"

"En." The tavern owner put a small bottle of sake on his table, and handed over two small dishes of salted peanuts and boiled edamame as appetizers, "This is the sake you ordered, please use it slowly."

"Such a small amount is not enough to drink..." Before the tavern owner left, Yang Ming picked up the wine bottle from the table with his eyes slightly squinted, raised his head and took a sip.

The alcohol content of the sake is not high in the first place, the aroma of the wine is like swaying spring waves, light as nectar, like a clear spring falling from the sky, and then fell into the bottomless pit - a bottle of sake can't even last half a breath , only the empty bottle in Yang Ming's hand was left.

"Although it's a good wine..." Yang Ming picked up a salted peanut, peeled the shell and threw it into his mouth to chew, "but it's not strong enough... is there any better wine in the store?"

"This……"

Before the owner of the tavern opened his mouth, the wretched man interjected, "Manager, why don't you give him a bottle of Moutai?"

"There's no such thing as Moutai in the store..." Where is he supposed to be Ye Lai Xiang, the State Banquet Hotel or a five-star hotel?

"Is there Erguotou in the store?" At this time, the milky white boy who had been silent all this time said, but he made a pertinent suggestion, "Why don't you give him two bottles of Erguotou."

"Erguotou?" Yang Mingxuan asked the tavern owner, "What kind of wine is that? The name is quite unique."

"It's spirits..." After thinking for a long time, the tavern owner only came up with this one explanation, "Are the guests interested?"

"Spirited wine?" Yang Ming sneered, with a slight sharpness in his words, "Where have I never drank all the strong wines in the world, and I have never heard of such a strange name... just bring me a bottle Try it."

"Ok."

Not long after, the tavern owner came out with two bottles of Erguotou, the most old-fashioned design, the emerald green Su's flat bottle, with an arc close to the palm, and the sparkling red star hanging high in the sky, reminiscent of some quite Age-conscious things.

However, Yang Ming saw this shape for the first time. He took Erguotou and rubbed it freshly in his hand, "What kind of material is this? Crystal or emerald?"

...just plain glass.

"This wine looks much better than the previous one." Yang Ming said happily, "With such good wine, why didn't you bring it out earlier?"

The price of this wine is obviously only one-fifth of the previous bottle...

The tavern owner looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see how the glass bottle was better than the plain and elegant sake bottle, so he didn't bother to complain and went to the kitchen.

"It's just that the amount is too small." If this bottle was poured into a wine bottle, it would be one and a half bottles at most. Yang Ming unscrewed the bottle cap, and the fragrant alcohol floated up immediately, circling his eyes He was a little confused, he drank it like he drank sake before, and swallowed it whole. In an instant, his drowsy head suddenly shook, and he woke up instantly.

"It's so powerful to pour Erguotou so vigorously." The wretched man was talking sarcasticly beside him, and as expected, he saw Yang Ming coughing repeatedly, choking "cough, cough, cough".

But even though he was coughing non-stop, Yang Ming still praised: "Good wine...good wine!"

The aroma of this wine is clear and sweet, thorough and pure, and it will give people a sense of harmlessness unconsciously. Therefore, Yang Ming did not defend himself, and drank it heartily. Only after entering his throat did he find that the place where the wine passed was bursting into flames. Like boiling oil and fire, it boils in the internal organs, ignites the blood together, and even the exhaled air heats up between breaths, which is unavoidable.

Most of the ancient wines were limited by techniques, and the alcohol content of the wine brewed with koji was only a few degrees. Therefore, the ancients counted the amount of alcohol in stones, liters, and buckets. Even the most famous spirits in Tokyo, the alcohol content is only slightly higher than today's beer Naturally, it is not comparable to this distilled Erguotou.

Yang Ming's eyes were clouded, and he, who had never been drunk for a thousand glasses, actually had a little drunkenness brewing in his eyes, and his body was swaying, but he took advantage of the joy, waved his hand and shouted to the tavern owner: "Paper and pen are waiting for you!"

"I really think of myself as Yang Ming, the son of God..." The wretched man shook his head, watching the tavern owner hurriedly find the brush and rice paper he used to practice calligraphy from the kitchen.

It is also the business philosophy of Ye Lai Xiang to meet the needs of customers as much as possible.

"This paper is not bad." Yang Ming stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingertips rested on the clean white paper. The existence of the music evokes the Qinglian's breath of Qinglian.

"What did he write?" The wretched man poked his head beside him, the scribble was too wanton, he could only recognize a few words vaguely.

"If the sky doesn't love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky. If the earth doesn't love wine, there should be no fountain of wine..." Milky Xiaosheng muttered, seeing the wretched man staring at him with suspicious eyes, he explained , "I can only recognize a few characters, but I can recite them."

"Good poetry, really good poetry!" Yang Ming casually picked up Erguotou's jug, poured it over and poured it on his neck, and wisps of blush rushed to his face, and finally a self-confident smile appeared on his face.

This is also the time when Yang Ming was drunk, so he became poetic.

Of course, don't worry too much about whether the poem is good or not.

However, when checking out, there was a small problem in the store.

"Guest, the bill..." the tavern owner asked when Yang Ming was about to go out with the wine jug. Although three or four bottles of Erguotou were not too expensive, that bottle of sake was expensive.

"Isn't that enough for you?" Yang Ming was still in a daze at the moment, he nodded, as if to agree with his opinion, "Well...they really should pay more for this kind of fine wine. yes."

(End of this chapter)