"Mom, how about you try my wine first?"

In the brewing room in the backyard of the manor, Chen'er scooped up a bowl of fruit wine and presented it to Yang Ruoqing with excited hands.

More than half a month has passed. Today, the wine is almost fermented. Mother and son came to Kaifeng to taste it together.

"Okay, mother, let's try the fruit wine made by Chen'er first!" Yang Ruoqing said.

He took the wine bowl, took a sip, swirled it on his tongue for a moment and then swallowed it.

Then, she gave Chen'er a thumbs up: "This fruit wine is sweet and refreshing, like a clear spring in the mountains. It is really good for producing fluids and quenching thirst. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

Chen'er smiled, "I don't like the feeling of being drunk, I like the faint smell of wine!"

He also took a sip himself and was very satisfied with his normal performance.

"Mom, I want to try the wine you made!" Chen'er put down the wine bowl and was gearing up.

Because when they were making wine, the two of them were back to back, and they made an agreement that no one was allowed to peep.

At this time, he was curious about what kind of wine his mother made.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, Mom will choose a wine suitable for your age for you to try. Which one should you choose?"

She was considering and comparing in front of a row of wine jars...

"Yes!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers, grabbed a small wine jar, patted the sealing mud on it, and pulled out the wooden stopper.

When the cork was pulled out, a strange fragrance wafted out, instantly covering the fragrance of Chen'er's fruit wine.

Smelling this strange fragrance, Chen'er suddenly felt refreshed, and the spiritual platform felt empty.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing had already picked up the wine jar and poured wine into the empty bowl on the table in front of her.

The wine trickled out from the mouth of the jar and fell into the bowl, pure and transparent, like a clear spring in the mountains.

But as more wine was poured in, the strange fragrance spread bit by bit in the room, completely occupying the room, and wafted out through the cracks in the door and under the windows...

It drifted into the nose of a middle-aged man who was snoring with his head tilted against the tree under a big fruit tree not far away.

He woke up instantly, and his dirty fingers pushed away the straw-like hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of sharp eyes that made people afraid to look directly.

His nose was sniffing vigorously, and suddenly, he turned his gaze to the brewing house not far away, as if he suddenly understood something, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, there's wine to drink!"

He jumped up from the ground like a child, dancing and running towards the brewing house...

In the brewery.

Chen'er used his behavior to perfectly explain to Yang Ruoqing his love for the wine she brewed.

"Mom, let me have another bowl, okay? Just one bowl?"

Chen'er begged, her pretty little face stained with a faint blush.

But the eyes became clearer and brighter, like stars in the sky.

"Silly boy, this is wine, not a drink. If you drink too much, you will get drunk!" Yang Ruoqing said, dumbfounded.

Chen'er refused, and circled around Yang Ruoqing, "Mom, when Chen'er drinks this wine, she will feel an indescribable feeling of comfort and pleasure."

"Chen'er seems to have seen spring, with flowers blooming, and me riding a horse and galloping on the grass..."

"Chen'er seemed to see that he had been admitted to Yingtian Academy, and his grandfather looked excited..."

"Chen'er seems to be imagining that one day, I will follow my father on the battlefield and fight bravely to kill the enemy..."

"Mom, this wine is so magical. It makes Chen'er's chest feel like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers are rushing. I have written so many articles on weekdays, but now I can't find a single word to describe my feelings...

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Hearing Chen'er's compliments that could be described as life-threatening, Yang Ruoqing smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She is very confident in her wine-making skills. This is the wisdom she brought from her previous life. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless wine-making geniuses and countless sommeliers. Moreover, it has been introduced to the market and has been praised by countless wine drinkers.

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"Chen'er, no matter how delicious the wine is, you can't be greedy. You are just a child. Drinking too much wine will harm your health after all..."

"You can drink such fine wine, even if you take my life immediately, you will have no regrets!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the brewing room, interrupting Yang Ruoqing's words and surprising Yang Ruoqing and Chen'er.

Because in the corner of the brewing room, there was a strange-looking man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair sitting lazily.

Judging from his stature, he is tall and burly. Judging from his appearance, he is quite decent. Judging from his age, he is probably about the same as Yang Huazhong, who is approaching forty.

Except for the big wine gourd around his waist, which was clean, the rest of his body was dirty. At first glance, he looked no different from the homeless people under the overpass.

And at this time, the homeless man in front of her was raising her head, holding the jar of wine that she had previously opened with both hands, and pouring it into her mouth.

This heroic look reminded Yang Ruoqing of the way Qiao Feng drank in the TV series.

However, seeing her carefully brewed wine being drunk by him like a cow, because he poured it too quickly and his mouth was not that big,

A small amount of the wine flowed down his sparse beard and into his neck, and the clothes on his chest were instantly wet.

Yang Ruoqing's heart is bleeding...

"Who are you? When did you enter this brewing house? Why did you secretly drink the wine brewed by my mother? Put it down quickly!"

Chen'er couldn't help but shouted angrily, and was about to step forward to grab the wine jar, but was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing.

"Forget it, the bottle of wine is almost empty, let him drink it and forget it!" she said.

I have already spoken, so naturally Chen'er wants to listen.

But when he saw the fallen drinks, he felt distressed and angry, and his pretty little face turned red.

"Uncle, this manor belongs to the Ninth Princess, and this wine was brewed by our mother and son. Although you secretly drank my wine without being invited, but because of your previous compliments, I won't be embarrassed this time.

is you."

"However, please finish the wine and leave quickly!" Yang Ruoqing said.

The middle-aged man slowly put down the wine jar, but did not leave.

He was leaning against the wall like a puddle of mud, holding the wine jar in front of his chest with both hands, his eyes were blurred and scattered, and a strange red color appeared on his face.

"The first sip is like a clear spring entering your throat, refreshing and sweet."

"The second mouthful is like a spark of fire starting a prairie fire. Sip it, enter the throat, and pass through the internal organs, burning like a raging flame..."

"The third bite..."

"The flames are extinguished, the passion retreats, but it is like frost, snowflakes, and coldness..."

"Drinking this wine is like experiencing the cycle of four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"Son, please don't stare at me. This wine is the best in the world."

"People of different ages and experiences will have completely different perceptions after drinking it."

"For you, what I drink is yearning and longing."

"Old man Yu, what you drink is memories..."

"Good wine, good wine..."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he picked up the wine jar in his hand again and drank the last drop of wine into his throat...
Chapter completed!