After coming out of the study, Ye Fan wrote a prescription, asking Yang Yaodong to buy the items on it, and then asked Yang Jianxiong to get a few bottles of soju.

After everything was prepared, Ye Fan went into the kitchen and started fiddling, and no one allowed him to go in during this period.

Five hours later, Ye Fan opened the glass door and came out, with a smile on his face.

The Yang brothers wanted to ask something, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop him.

Then, Ye Fan brought the two of them back to Yang Baoguo's door.

He gently knocked on the door: "Old man, it's time for supper."

Yang Baoguo decided to say: "If you don't eat, you won't have an appetite."

"I really don't eat it?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, took out a wine bottle, opened the lid, and blew into the crack of the door.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong, who had been puzzled, instantly smelled a bamboo fragrance when the wine bottle opened, and it poured into their noses uncontrollably.

When they were tired, they suddenly felt their whole body unobstructed, and every pore could not be stopped, and they were indescribable and comfortable.

Great spirits.

The next second, there was a plop inside, followed by a rapid sound of footsteps, and the door was slammed open.

"Bamboo leaves green, bamboo leaves green"

Yang Baoguo kept sucking his nose: "Is this a thread of bamboo leaf green? Where does the thread of bamboo leaf green come from?"

His eyes finally fell on Ye Fan's hand, the wine bottle that looked like a jade beauty.

Yang Baoguo snatched the bottle and sniffed it hard at the mouth of the bottle, then poured another drop on the back of his hand.

"It's such a ray of connection, it's such a ray of connection. Zhuyeqing."

He was ecstatic and pulled Ye Fan and shouted, "Ye Fan, is this wine yours? Sell it to me, sell it to me, buy this bottle for 100 million yuan."

One hundred million? One bottle?

Ye Fan's cost is only five hundred, five hours

Brother Yang Yaodong was stunned.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Old Yang, I brewed this wine myself. I just brewed it today. I won't sell it, but I can give it to you."

"Give it to me? It's great, it's great."

Yang Baoguo was very happy, and then caught something. He looked at Ye Fan in shock: "Did you brew this wine?"

Yang Jianxiong nodded: "Yes, Ye Fan brewed it, it took us five hours to watch him brew it."

"How is this possible?"

"This bamboo leaf green was no longer produced thirty years ago, and the secret recipe for the first line has long been lost. It is estimated that there are less than ten bottles in existence now."

Yang Baoguo looked at Ye Fan in disbelief: "Even if you have money, how could Ye Fan brew it?"

The same taste, the same taste, and even the fragrance of the bamboo leaves that hold people's hearts is exactly the same.

"The fact is that Ye Fan brewed, Dad, let's talk about this later. Now let's talk about your heart disease."

Yang Yaodong quickly took over the topic: "Is it the Zhuyeqing that your heart disease is yours?"

"If I guess it's good, the old man once treasured a bottle of silk thread, but he accidentally broke it when he took it out these days."

Ye Fan smiled: "This thread leads the world and can't buy it even if you have money, so the old man is so angry that he can't eat and sleep."

Yang Baoguo did not deny it and nodded in praise: "Ye Fan's analysis is correct."

While speaking, he kept holding the bottle of wine in his hand.

"Dad, is that?"

Yang Jianxiong muttered: "No matter how high-quality this wine is or how excellent it is, you don't need to seek life and death, it scares us."

Yang Yaodong didn't understand: "Yes, Dad, you can see a lot of things. Even Zicheng didn't bother to get in, a bottle of wine."

"You guys know nothing."

Yang Baoguo scolded his son angrily:

"If it is purely related to my good deeds, it will break and break, and I will feel distressed for a long time at most."

"But it is related to whether your Uncle Chu will return to Zhonghai."

"Old Chu started his career in Zhonghai and has been away for decades, and he never returned to Zhonghai again. I invited him ten times, but he refused ten times."

"It's not that he doesn't miss his old love and forgets his roots as a human being, but that he cares about the world and does not want people in the world to say that he only cares about a city and a pool."

Yang Baoguo's eyes became deep:

"It's just for me, it's very meaningful for him to go back to China Sea."

"It not only allows you three brothers to go to the next level, but also reminds the world that this is the place where Truman made his fortune, so that all the sluts dare not do anything."

"And the way to get Lao Chu back regardless of everything is Zhu Yeqing, who is the one who is in a slight way, which was brewed by his old friend back then."

"This bottle of wine is related to the future of the Yang family. China Overseas is stable. You said, if I broke it, how can I not be in a hurry?"

Yang Baoguo glared at his two sons with a grudge.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong became silent. Unexpectedly, their father was so thoughtful, but they still felt that he was messing around and felt guilty at the moment.

At the same time, they were extremely grateful to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan said at this time: "Old Yang, your old friend is extraordinary. I am afraid that I can't hide it from him."
Chapter completed!