[Chapter 187 Tasting fine wine (one more)]
The sky box next door.
When Xia Qingchen entered.
An empty sedan chair was parked in the corner, and in front of
the luxurious table sat a lame old man.
Presumably he was the man in the sedan chair.
“Haha, please sit down.” Xia Qingchen sat down and found three glasses of wine on the table.
The wine in each glass is different.
“These three cups of wine are famous wines collected by Wangyuelou, and outsiders can’t buy them with money.” The old man said with a hoarse smile: “You try the first cup first.” The
lame old man did not see any movement, and the cup of wine moved on its own. In front of Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen had no worries and drank it all.
If the lame old man in front of him wants to harm himself with poisonous alcohol, he can use his constellation cultivation.
Using poisoned wine is superfluous.
Seeing Xia Qingchen so happy, the lame old man asked with admiration in his eyes, “Have you ever tasted the raw materials?
”
It is brewed with three spirits and a special spice.
At the same time, it is also the simplest kind of wine among the three glasses of wine.
“Heavenly gourd, cold tiger’s blood, snow worms, and a spice submerged in the bones of a fragrant deer.” Xia Qingchen said smoothly.
Without even thinking about it!
The lame old man shone brightly and was amazed: “Little friend is really a master!” The
ten elders of the Star Main Peak, their life experience is extraordinary enough, right?
But there are no more than five people who can taste the raw materials of the cloudy sun.
“Second cup, please taste.”
Xia Qingchen will not refuse anyone who comes, because these are indeed good wines, which are of great benefit to cultivation.
After eating the second cup, Xia Qingchen said, “There are nine kinds of raw materials, namely Dilingzi, Mingxiangcao, Qingyunguo…”
Papa——
The lame old man applauded and praised, He exclaimed: “Little friend is indeed a master of the world, and the old man admires it!”
He was really shocked.
The second glass of wine is called Yingyue, and none of the elders of Star Main Peak can taste the ingredients.
Xia Qingchen said without hesitation, which shows that he has a terrifying insight into the identification of one.
The lame old man had some anticipation and pushed the third glass of wine over.
The name of this wine is Wenshang, and so far, only he has been able to identify it.
There are eighteen kinds of raw materials in it, and the complexity of these formulas has exceeded the limit of human taste.
If Xia Qingchen can taste more than ten of them, the lame old man will acquiesce that Xia Qingchen has passed the test and will be entrusted with an important task.
Xia Qingchen took it and drank it.
After pondering for three breaths, he said: “There are a total of eight raw materials, namely rootless water and Haotian fruit…”
The expectation in the eyes of the lame old man receded like a tide.
A trace of disappointment lingered in his eyes.
Only identified eight?
There are ten more.
Looking at Xia Qingchen, who was still chatting, the lame old man sighed silently, and said to himself, “After all, he is still too young, and knowing so much is the limit.”
“But he can’t afford that heavy task. .”
After Xia Qingchen finished speaking, the lame old man praised: “Not bad, not bad, although a little bad, but the performance is very good.”
Bad?
Xia Qingchen didn’t think there was anything wrong with him.
There are indeed only eight kinds of raw materials in it.
“Wait a moment, I’ll go out.” The lame old man left on crutches and entered the end of the corridor.
There is a dedicated luxury room there.
It is not open to the public, because that is the office of the main office of Wangyuelou.
The lame old man pushed open the door and went in. Upon seeing it, Master Mochizuki immediately knelt down and bowed: “See the big star master.
”
He had too much hope for Xia Qingchen News.
And the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
“I’ll take one step first, you can give Tianzihao a pot of Qianrizuo.” Xia Qingchen no longer met his requirements.
Giving a pot of Qian Ri Zui worth ten stars can be regarded as a little appreciation and reward for him.
“Yes, the big star master.” The landlord respectfully said.
The landlord looked at the table, the cloudy day, the moon and Wenshang in Kaifeng, thinking in his heart.
The big star master came here, specially named and opened three pots of wine, and tasted them one by one.
Could it be that he deliberately studied the formula?
Thinking of this, the landlord was active, took out an extremely well-preserved animal skin that he carried with him, and offered it with both hands, saying, “This is the recipe of the three famous wines, please accept it with a smile.” The
big star gave a casual glance , shook his head slightly: “The recipe is your ancestral thing, keep it for yourself.”
How many pots of wine does he miss?
Moreover, he has already tasted all the raw materials, and does not need a formula at all.
After speaking, he turned and left.
On the other hand, the duck rolled its eyes, picked up the animal skin roll in its mouth, and ran to the Tianzihao.
It wants to use the formula to exchange some dog food with the smelly dog.
The effect of the dog food on the cultivation base is really good, and the duck never forgets it.
“What are you doing? Go!” Unfortunately, the big star stopped it without looking back.
One person and one beast quietly left the Moon Moon Tower.
Speaking of which, Jiang Shaoqing was waiting in the wine shop in Wangyuelou.
All the good wines are buried deep underground in the winery, and the sealing mud needs to be dug up and taken out on the spot.
So don’t rush.
After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, the guy in the winery finally took out a jar of Qianrizui.
Just as he was about to hand it over to Jiang Shaoqing, suddenly a shop assistant hurried over and said, “How many jars of a thousand-day drunkenness are there?
” In the process of making, we will have to wait until tomorrow at least to open it.” The
second shopkeeper looked a little anxious: “Then what should I do, the landlord will name a pot of thousand-day drunkenness…”
As he was talking, the second shopkeeper caught a glimpse of the wine shop’s clerk beside him. There was a jar, and he reprimanded: “Isn’t it there? Bring it here!” The
wine shop worker glanced at Jiang Shaoqing in embarrassment and said, “This guest made a reservation ten days ago.
” Long time booking is required.
The shop assistant looked at Jiang Shaoqing and said, “Come back next time, this jar of wine has been requisitioned.” After speaking, he took Qianrizui
in his hand.
“Wait!” Jiang Shaoqing’s eyes widened: “I made a reservation ten days in advance and I paid for it, why did you take it?”
He had a sense of anger that he was despised and disrespected.
“How much he booked, he will pay him double.” The second shopkeeper ignored Jiang Shaoqing and said to the wine shop staff.
Just kidding, the owner of the wine, how dare a mere guest compete for it?
Under Jiang Shaoqing’s angry eyes, the shop assistant walked away.
Jiang Shaoqing clenched his fists: “It’s too deceiving!”
The object of his anger was naturally not Wangyuelou.
The owner of Wangyuelou was once one of the elders of the main star peak, but he was too old and built Wangyuelou after he retired.
How could he dare to blame the landlord Mochizuki?
Complaining is the Tianzi number guests.
Why can they use their privileges to forcibly take away the Thousand Days Drunk that they had booked ten days ago?
In particular, the guest in Tianzihao was Xia Qingchen, who he couldn’t bear.
[End of This Chapter]
