The jar is indeed a jar, but it is a transparent glass jar, or a "wine jar" is more suitable.

Fu Song almost put his face on the wine jar, carefully identifying the root-like object floating in the wine, and finally raised his head and said curiously: "This is..., what, whip?"

Tyhomirov smiled: "Siberian tiger."

The two looked at each other, and smiled on their faces that men knew. Fu Song rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "This is a good thing, I have to try it."

Tykomirov clapped his hands, and the two beautiful maids walked forward, began to pour wine and vegetables for them, and then stood on the left and right.

Fu Song picked up the wine glass and couldn't wait to take a sip. Hiss, it was so fucking strong!

After chewing a piece of pheasant meat, the maid next to her handed over a warm towel at the right time.

After wiping his hands, Fu Song looked up and thanked him, but when he saw the maid clearly, he was slightly stunned.

She has black hair, towering nose, fair skin, and deep pupils. At first glance, she looks a bit like Isabel Ajani.

He particularly loves Western beauties who look more oriental, such as Audrey Hepburn, Sophie Marceau, Isabel Adjani. As for the new generation (post-80s), he only knows Anne Hathaway.

How could such a pure and beautiful girl be a maid? It’s enough to be a movie star in Hollywood.

Seeing that Fu Song had been staring at him, the maid pursed her lips gently and asked, "Sir, what else do you have to give?"

Fu Song said in surprise: "You can speak English?"

The maid nodded: "I can say a little bit."

Fu Song smiled and shook his head, turned his head and picked up the cup and touched Jikhomirov, "Hiss, the more you drink this wine, the more you taste. Old Ji, are you Soviets good at this?"

Tykhomirov swallowed a big sip of wine and said, "Balov spent some time in Shanghai. He drank this wine there. After returning to China, he brought back the method of making this wine."

"Oh?" Fu Song put down the cup curiously, "Academician Balov has been in Shanghai? I thought he was in the north."

Tykomirov drew a few circles with his fingers upwards and said, "When he was young, he studied air defense radar."

Fu Song suddenly realized that it was definitely to use air defense radar on the southeast coast to deal with Chang Kaishen.

Tykomirov said: "Actually, my father has a wide connection. In addition to the Lebedev Institute of Physics, where he works, many of his students work in the Lebedev Institute of Precision Mechanical and Computer Engineering, the Vavelov National Institute of Optical Sciences, and the Kurchatov Institute. If Mr. Fu is interested, he can go and get in touch."

Fu Song picked up the wine glass and said happily: "That's so great. Come on, Lao Ji, I'll toast you!"

At this time, the elk on the grill next to it was already ripe, and Tykomirov came to the scene in person and sliced ​​meat with a dagger.

Fu Song couldn't get in, so he didn't move forward and asked the maid beside him: "Do you have any drinks?"

The maid said, "Some. Berry juice, Comport, Gwass. Which one do you need?"

Fu Song said: "Can you do some of them?"

The maid smiled and said, "Of course, you can wait."

Soon, the maid returned with the plate, "Sir, please use it slowly."

Fu Song drank the berry juice in one breath, quenching his thirst with sweet and sour mouth, "What is this to squeeze?"

The maid refilled him and said, "The berry juice is mixed with cranberries and raspberries."

"This is delicious, how do you make it?"

"Campot was soaked with blueberries and sugar, and there were yellow peaches and cherries."

"Gevas, I know, made of bread, haha."

"Sir, you are so knowledgeable!"

"Ha ha……."

"What's so happy?" Tyhomirov walked over with a large plate of elk meat.

Fu Song pointed to the maid and said, "This lady said I am knowledgeable, haha."

Tyhomirov glanced at the maid deeply and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu was once a university teacher, of course he was knowledgeable."

Fu Song said: "Lao Ji, I dare not be called erudite in front of your family."

This is a heartfelt statement. An academician and a doctorate. Even Natalia, who has the lowest education, is also a top student in the Department of Economics of Moscow University.

Tykomirov smiled self-deprecatingly: "Times have changed. The research funding of Balov's institute has been halved for three consecutive years. This year, no penny has been allocated so far. Many research work has stagnated. Otherwise, Balov would not give you his students. Do you know? In fact, Americans and Germans have looked for Balov, but they were rejected by him in the end."

Fu Song wondered: "Why is this? The scientific research environment and treatment of the United States and Germany should be the best in the world. As long as Academician Balov nods, no matter what conditions are offered, the other party will definitely agree."

Tykomirov said: "Balov believes that everything in the Soviet Union today is a conspiracy of Western countries. Mr. Fu, I can only say that your luck is really good."

Fu Song sighed: "Yes, if there is a fair competition, I will definitely not be able to compete with the Americans and Germans. Lao Ji, I really hope that Academician Balov can go to China, no matter what the price he pays!"

Tyhomirov smiled bitterly and said, "I have been dealing with that old guy for decades. He is too stubborn. No one can force him unless he wants to."

Fu Song smiled and said nothing.

He understood the persistence of Academician Barov and expressed great admiration for this persistence. He was a true patriot.

But if one day the country that Balov loved deeply suddenly disappears, will he still need to continue to persevere?

There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart. When faced with this situation, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

So, Fu Song was not in a hurry at all.

I thought that Tykhomirov would discuss some private matters with him, but he didn't expect that until Fu Song was dizzy and drank, he didn't touch the topic.

Could it be that this guy is really just accompanying him to relax today?

Chrys carried Fu Song alone and followed the maid into the cabin.

The bedroom was on the second floor, and the maid stopped and held Fu Song's other arm, "Sir, please wait."

Although Fu Song's body was uncontrollable, there was still a trace of clarity left in his head. He turned his head and looked at the maid with his sleepy eyes, "Miss Najia, Ji... Where is Jihomilov? Did he ask you to come?"

Najia trembled all over and her face turned pale.

When Fu Song saw her expression, he knew that he had guessed it right, and he had made an old routine.

Najia is indeed beautiful, and a hint of sorrow inadvertently reveals a look of sorrow in her eyes, which can easily arouse a man's desire to protect her, making people unable to help but want to hug her in her arms and cherish her.

However, Tykhomirov made the wrong abacus. Although the beauty strategy was one of the thirty-six strategies, it was not used like this.

The Russians are just Russians, and even the beauty tricks are so rough.
Chapter completed!