Chapter 1235

Although the young man said this, the wretched man still looked at Yang Ming curiously. Although this jade robe was not necessarily very luxurious, the workmanship and fabrics were extremely exquisite, and there was always a vague hint of wealth or wealth. Words, I’m afraid you’ve already fallen out of favor with Hanfu enthusiasts, right? It's just that he didn't bother to care about other people's affairs, so he shook his head and let it go.

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

"...Who are you?" The wretched man looked at him again, but he didn't recognize the arrogant celebrity he was.

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

It took the wretched man a while to get the feeling of saying this. He frowned and said disdainfully, "Yang Ming? I'm still in the Fourth Palace!"

Drunks really dare to say anything.

Yang Ming sighed and made no excuse. He just continued to wait listlessly. When he saw the girl walking out of the kitchen, he became energetic: "Is the wine here?"

"Yes." The tavern owner placed a small bottle of sake on his table and handed over two small plates of salted peanuts and boiled edamame as snacks. "This is the sake you ordered. Please use it slowly."

"How can such an amount be enough to drink..." Before the tavern owner could leave, Yang Ming picked up the wine bottle from the table with squinted eyes, raised his head and took a sip, all in one smooth motion.

The alcohol content of the sake is not high to begin with. The aroma of the wine is like spring waves, as light as dew, like the gurgling water of a clear spring falling from the sky, and then falls into the bottomless pit - a bottle of sake has never even lasted half a breath. , only the empty bottle in Yang Ming's hand was left.

"Although it is good wine..." Yang Ming picked up a salt peanut, peeled the shell and threw it into his mouth to chew, "But it's a bit lacking... Is there any better wine in the store?"

"this……"

Before the tavern owner could speak, the wretched man interrupted: "Manager, why don't you give him a bottle of Maotai."

"There's no such thing as Moutai in the store..." Where did he go to buy Tuberose? A state banquet hotel or a five-star hotel?

"Is there Erguotou in the store?" Naibai Xiaosheng, who had been silent at this time, said, but he gave a pertinent suggestion, "Why don't you give him two bottles of Erguotou."

"Er Guotou?" Yang Ming asked the tavern owner with his eyes closed, "What kind of wine is that? The name is quite unique."

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

"Strong liquor?" Yang Ming sneered, with a hint of edge in his words, "I have never drunk any strong liquor in the world, and I have never heard of a liquor with such a strange name... Why don't you bring me a bottle? Taste it.”

"OK."

Not long after, the tavern owner came out with two bottles of Erguotou. It was the most old-fashioned design, the emerald green Su's flat bottle, with an arc close to the palm of the hand, and the shining red star hanging high in the sky, which is reminiscent of some quite famous wines. Period things.

But this was the first time Yang Ming saw this shape. He took the Erguotou in his hand and rubbed it freshly, "What material is this made of? Crystal or jade?"

…It’s just ordinary glass.

"This wine looks much better than before." Yang Ming said happily, "With such good wine, why didn't you take 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 and couldn't see how this glass bottle was any 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 quantity is too small." If this bottle was poured into a wine bottle, it would only be a bottle and a half at most. Yang Ming unscrewed the bottle cap, and the fragrant alcohol immediately floated up, dazzling his eyes. He was a little confused, so he drank it all in one gulp like he had drank sake before. Suddenly, his groggy head suddenly shook, and he suddenly woke up.

"I drink Erguotou so hard, it's really awesome." The wretched man was saying sarcastic words next to him, and as expected, he saw Yang Ming coughing repeatedly, choking "cough cough cough".

But even though he kept coughing, Yang Ming still praised: "Good wine...good wine!"

The aroma of this wine was refreshing and sweet, thorough and pure, and it gave people a sense of harmlessness without realizing it. Therefore, Yang Ming was unprepared and drank heartily. After entering his throat, he discovered that the place where the wine passed was filled with fire. It boils in the internal organs like boiling oil and raging fire, igniting the blood as well. Even the air exhaled heats up between breaths, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

Most of the ancient wines were limited by their techniques. The alcohol content of the liquor brewed with koji was only a few degrees. Therefore, the amount of alcohol consumed by the ancients was measured in stones, liters, and buckets. Even the most famous spirits in Tokyo had only slightly higher alcohol contents than today's beer. , naturally inferior to this distilled Erguotou.

Yang Ming's eyes were filled with emotion. He had never been drunk after a thousand drinks, but there was actually a hint of drunkenness brewing in his eyes, and his body was swaying. But he took advantage of this feeling of pleasure, waved his hand and shouted to the tavern owner: "Paper and pen to serve!"

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

Try to meet the needs of customers as much as possible. This is also the business philosophy of Tuberose.

"This paper is pretty good." Yang Ming reached out and touched it, his fingertips resting on the pure white paper. Then he picked up the pen and put down the ink. The pen moved swiftly and swiftly. With one swipe, the air in the store seemed to be filled with him. The presence of music evokes the refreshing scent of green lotus.

"What did he write?" The wretched man poked his head around. The wild writing was too wanton, and he vaguely recognized only a few words.

"If heaven doesn't love wine, the wine star is not in the sky. If the earth doesn't love wine, there should be no fountain of wine..." The milk-white boy murmured, and when he saw the wretched man staring at him with doubtful eyes, he explained , "I only recognize a few words, but I can memorize them."

"What a poem, what a poem!" Yang Ming casually picked up Erguotou's wine bottle, poured it over his neck, and took a sip. A blush spread across his face, and a proud smile finally appeared on his face.

This was because Yang Ming was drunk and became poetic.

Of course, don’t worry so seriously about whether a poem is good or not.

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

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

"Aren't these words enough for you?" Yang Ming was still confused at this time. He nodded, seeming to agree with his opinion, "Well... you really should pay more for such fine wine. yes."