Uncle Chen glared at Liu Fenglan angrily and said, originally, given his status and age, he shouldn't have said such words, but Liu Fenglan questioned his way of looking at wine, which touched his nerves, so he immediately swore.
"Do you know what kind of wine this is?" Uncle Chen said angrily. His momentum at this time, combined with his tall stature, was like an angry lion, and he suppressed Liu Fenglan for a moment.
"Isn't it just your daughter's red?" After a brief moment of dullness, Liu Fenglan came to her senses, stepped forward and approached Uncle Chen, and said disdainfully.
"Isn't it just Nerv Hong?" Uncle Chen snorted coldly and said, "That's all you know. I'm afraid you just heard it from others."[
"How can a shallow person like you understand how good this wine is?" Uncle Chen shook his head and stopped looking at Liu Fenglan. The momentum she had built up seemed to hit her empty space all at once, not to mention how aggrieved she was.
, twisting her head, Liu Fenglan said: "Why don't I know? I still don't believe how good this daughter Hong can be."
"Ner Hong belongs to the yellow wine type of fermented wine. It is fermented with glutinous rice, brown sugar, etc..." Uncle Chen himself is an expert in brewing Ner Hong. At this time, when talking about the origin of Ner Hong and some brewing methods, it is natural that
Talking eloquently is like talking about family treasures.
"Because the ancient winemaking technology and cellaring technology are far inferior to today's, many of them gradually deteriorated or even completely lost during the cellaring process. Therefore, older Nerubang wines have become particularly precious." Chen Burton
He paused and said: "A jar like this Nuerhong, which has been stored for more than eighty years, is not only unique, it is also very rare. Its taste goes without saying, and its value naturally reaches an extremely terrifying level.
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"Twenty years ago, I was lucky enough to taste the 80-year-old Chen's daughter's red wine. The taste still lingers in my mind..." As he spoke, Uncle Chen showed a nostalgic look. As the conversation changed, he added: "This daughter's
Red, the age is almost the same as the jar I drank back then, but the value is probably about the same."
"How much is the jar of Nv'er's Red worth?" Luo Ning asked. "Twenty years ago, someone spent 800,000 to buy the jar of Nerv's Red, but the owner didn't sell it."
It cost 800,000 twenty years ago and I still haven’t bought it!
Luo Ning took a breath, what kind of concept is this? It was worth 800,000 yuan twenty years ago, so wouldn't it be worth millions or even more now? No wonder Uncle Chen didn't want to drink a glass, and proposed to just taste it.
I asked for just one drop, because even one drop of wine is worth a lot of money. Not to mention buying a hundred bottles of Maotai like Du Pengcheng, there would be no pressure to buy at least dozens of bottles.
No wonder! Luo Ning thought to himself, and turned his eyes to Leng Yan, secretly thinking that this prodigal son had a way of finding such rare treasures, and he was really thoughtful.
"Do you think it's worth whatever you say it's worth? It's really funny." Liu Fenglan was shocked by Uncle Chen's words at first, but she soon came to her senses and sarcastically said that she didn't believe his words at all, but thought that Chen Bohu
I was so bold that I even thought that this was a double act played by Leng Yan and Chen Bo together.
Uncle Chen rolled his eyes and ignored Liu Fenglan at all. He asked Qin Qing to get a chopstick, dip it in the wine glass filled with daughter's red, and slowly lifted it up. There was a drop of crystal on the end of the long chopstick.