The structure of Liu Fumin's family is very similar to that of Fang Rui's family.
Fang Rui sat down in the dimly lit main room, and Liu Fumin walked out happily from the side room on the left, holding a small jar in his arms like a treasure.
Liu Fumin came to the table, spent some time opening the sealed jar, and then carefully poured wine into the wine glass in front of Fang Rui. When the wine was seven minutes full, he stopped. When he was done, Liu Fumin used the wine jar again.
He rubbed the rim of the cup with his mouth, as if he couldn't bear to waste a drop.
As soon as the wine came out, a strong aroma suddenly hit his nostrils. He took a deep breath and carefully identified it. It was actually mixed with a hint of plum fragrance. Fang Rui was originally curious when he saw Liu Fumin's solemn and cautious expression. Now he smelled it.
He immediately became more energetic. Looking at the reddish wine in the enamel cup, he couldn't help but said happily, "Old man, is this your legendary plum wine?"
Liu Fumin smiled without saying anything and filled the cup in front of him.
When Fang Rui saw Liu Fumin's expression, he immediately understood that this wine was plum wine.
Plum wine is actually very common. The older generation who love drinking in small ancient towns always make a bucket of it every year. Making this wine is very simple. Put the washed local plums in Pingyang into the plastic bucket of wine, and then
Seal the opening tightly and it will be ok in a few months.
Liu Fumin’s method of making plum wine is similar, but the plum wine made by Liu Fumin is very famous around Xiaotai’er Village. In fact, Liu Fumin doesn’t have any secrets. According to the words of the old people in the village who have tasted his wine,
In addition to using porcelain jars, the best wine, and the best plums, his wine is brewed with the most meticulous care...
In fact, Liu Fumin bakes a vat of rice wine every year during the plum harvest season. Others would cook twenty or thirty kilograms of rice wine per vat, but Liu Fumin would control the output of the vat to about five or six kilograms, so that
The concentration of the wine can be higher, and the essence of rice is richer in the wine, so that the wine can be thicker and more mellow... Then Liu Fumin will pick out the best few kilograms of plums from his own plum forest, wash them repeatedly, filter the water, and then
Put the plums into the jar one by one, then seal the wine jar layer by layer, and then hide it in the wine cellar...
It is precisely because so much thought is spent on every step that the plum wine made by Liu Fumin is unique.
"Osmanthus, you should take a sip today." After Liu Fumin filled himself with wine, he moved the mouth of the wine jar to the bowl in front of Dou Guihua.
"Old man, you have to pour it out, but you have to think about it before you pour it. When I drink your wine, what cool words did you say about letting the cow ruin the old ginseng..." Dou Guihua said with a smile.
This matter is also a joke in the village. Liu Fumin treasures this wine like Jiujiu Nuerhong. He would never take it out easily. Only when he encounters something that makes him happy, he will put the wine jar away.
Take him out of the cellar... At this time, because he is happy, he will fill a cup and a bowl for everyone in his family. Sometimes he is too happy, and he will even fill a cup and a bowl, but when the happiness wears off,
At that time, Liu Fumin regretted it, because none of his family members drank alcohol. They drank the plum wine as if it were any other drink. How could they understand that they were savoring the connotation of the wine? At that time, Liu Fumin
Will yell, Lao Shen let the cow be ruined...
"How come there are so many mouths... I let you drink this wine and it can't stop your mouth. I won't let you talk even a drop." Liu Fumin glared at the mother-in-law and poured half a bowl for her.
His mother-in-law stopped talking happily. The wine tasted delicious, much better than that sour plum soup.
Liu Fumin brought the wine to Liu Lan, "Where are you, Girl Lan?"
"Me?" Of course Liu Lan knew how precious this wine was. Her father kept it like a treasure. She couldn't bear to waste it. Just when she was about to refuse, Dou Guihua across the table kept winking. Liu Lan understood.
Didn't her mother mean to drink the old man's wine? Liu Lan gave her mother a sly look and said to Liu Fumin, "Dad, I haven't had this wine for many years.
I have always missed you, and you gave me a half-full bowl.”….
Unexpectedly, Liu Fumin had a sneaky eye and saw the collusion between mother and daughter. He chuckled, touched the wooden wine seal on the table, and stuffed the mouth of the jar.
Seeing his action, Liu Lan's eyes widened, "Dad, why don't you pour it for us?"
Liu Fumin smiled slyly and said, "Dad almost forgot that people who are breastfeeding cannot drink alcohol. Fortunately, I remembered it in time."
"It won't hurt if you drink half a bowl, okay?" Liu Lan knew that her and her mother's thoughts had been discovered by her father, and she couldn't laugh or cry immediately.
"Yeah, it's okay to drink half a bowl. Old man, look at how greedy this girl is... No matter how precious your wine is, is it better than your daughter?" Dou Guihua usually couldn't bear to see Liu Fumin treating this jar of plum wine.
I hold him like a treasure, so if I have the opportunity, I will always do harm to him.
As soon as she finished her words, Liu Fumin reached out his hand and took away the half bowl of wine in front of her.
"Hey, this is mine." Dou Guihua didn't understand what Liu Fumin meant at first, but when she saw Liu Fumin pouring the wine from her bowl into his own cup, she immediately understood.
"I told you a long time ago that I won't drink even a drop of it, but you didn't listen, and you even tricked the girl into harming my wine..."
As he spoke, Liu Fumin filled his own cup, and then poured the remaining wine into Fang Rui's cup, which was just full.
"Old man, please pour a small portion of the wine in my glass to my mother-in-law and sister Lan." Fang Rui looked at this harmonious family and was very amused, but also envious at the same time, and said with a smile.
"When they drink this wine, it's like buffaloes eating old ginseng. It's a waste of natural resources." Liu Fumin said.
"But I don't know how to drink, either?" Fang Rui said with a sneer. Liu Fumin's words gave him a hard hit.
"You're different. No matter what wine you drink, it's never wasted... Come on, I'll give you a drink. Although you don't eat as much rice as I do, and you don't walk as many bridges as I do, but you dare
For standing up in that critical situation regardless of personal life or death, for this alone you are more of a man than I am... I respect you." Liu Fumin sat down at the table and solemnly raised his glass of wine towards Fang Rui.
"How can I let you..." Fang Rui just responded, and Dou Guihua muttered gloomily over there, "You are bragging and not drafting, and Xiao Rui eats less rice than you eat, and the road you walk is not as good as yours."
There are so many bridges. I’m sorry that you, old guy, grew up eating salt. You don’t even walk on the road at all. You just cross the bridge and walk..."
Phew, Liu Lan just picked up a piece of eel and put it in his mouth. Before he could chew it, he burst out laughing.
Fang Rui was also giddy with joy. What Dou Guihua said was really classic. If those old guys heard it, they would probably never dare to use salt, bridge or magic horse to rely on their old age.
Liu Fumin was stunned when he heard this, and then stared at his mother-in-law for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the room was very cheerful.
After laughing, Fang Rui picked up the bowl and said, "Come on, old man, let me respect you." After clinking glasses with Liu Fumin, Fang Rui took a sip of plum wine. Not to mention the taste of this wine is really unique.
It's very light, and as you sip it carefully, the wine gradually becomes more mellow, especially the sweet and sour aroma of the plums that blend in perfectly and complement each other. It's really hard to find words to describe the taste...
"How is this wine?" Liu Fumin asked slightly proudly when he saw Fang Rui smacking his lips and enjoying it.
Fang Rui was about to praise it, but Dou Guihua interrupted her again, "What can I do? Isn't it just sour plum soup with a bit of alcoholic flavor? You'll be so stunned that others thought it was the imperial wine of the Yaochi of the Queen Mother of Heaven."
"You mother-in-law, are you feeling sour because you didn't drink this sour plum soup?" Liu Fumin was not annoyed, but happy.
"I don't care about it." Dou Guihua rolled her eyes at Liu Fumin and went to pick up vegetables and eat.
She picked up a piece of chicken, put it in her mouth and chewed it. She was stunned. How could the meat of this chicken be so tight, so tender, and so fresh? After finishing the chicken in one bite, Dou Guihua picked up another piece.
Taste it, the taste is really incomparable to our own chicken, it is simply delicious.
When Liu Fumin saw her like this, he asked, "Have you never eaten chicken?" He also picked up a piece of chicken with doubts. When he tasted it, he found that the chicken was so tender... He slowly finished the piece of chicken, puzzled and confused.
He looked at Fang Rui excitedly, "Xiao Rui, are these chickens the ones you raised?"
(It’s been a hundred chapters, come on brothers, come on Laojiu, let’s work hard together...)