"No, Grandpa. Did you really get this wine from the trunk of my car?" Ye Huang was so depressed that he thought it was given by Grandpa Lu, so he spent a long time getting it from his own hands.
"That's not what happened. Your Grandpa Lu is very stingy. There were only four bottles left, but you kid took two bottles and refused to give them to me. I had no choice but to do it from my own hands. Anyway, you said
I don’t drink anymore.”
"I'm dizzy. Just because I don't drink it doesn't mean I don't care. I'm going to honor Grandpa Wind Chime with this wine."
Because his long-lost granddaughter Nangong Fengling was finally found, Mr. Nangong Wudi called him specifically to get some bottles of good wine. After a while, he went to Yucheng and had a good drink.
In the past few days, Ye Huang shamelessly tried various means to get some good wine in the hands of a few old men. The result was so good that now he will be ruined in the hands of old man Zhang Wanhong.
"Well, since you want to drink, let's take it. I'll see if I can get some from other people later. Xue'er, do you know the phone number of the director of Moutai? I'm injured. I'll go later.
The Maotai factory dug three feet into the ground."
Turning around and throwing himself into Beitang Xue's arms, Ye Huang played with treasures like a child.
His action directly made Mr. Zhang Wanhong and Bei Tangxue, who were holding a bottle of Maotai liquor in one hand, dumbfounded.
Isn't it just two bottles of Maotai liquor? What's up with you?
"I said, you kid, you have made me laugh today. Please explain to me honestly, what are you going to do with this?"
"It's okay. You can just drink it. It's just two bottles of wine."
"Hey...you kid, I really drank it."
Zhang Wanhong rolled his eyes. The more Ye Huang behaved like this, the more he knew that this wine must be useful, otherwise several old men would have been poisoned by him in the past few days.
"Just keep drinking and I'll do it. Hey... make sure to lock the car next time you come to visit."
As he muttered something in his mouth, Ye Huang lay on Beitang Xue's shoulder and scanned every corner of the house with his eyes, finally settling on a few boxes of dusty cardboard boxes with the words "Special Supply" written on them under the stairwell to the second floor.
.
Not only are there aged Fen wines, but there are also Luzhou Laojiao and Xifeng wines.
After staring for a while, Ye Huang felt something was wrong.
It seems like everything over there is Moutai, right?
This old guy has Maotai at home and wants to get it from me!
Turning around suddenly, Ye Huang saw Mr. Zhang Wanhong's eyes turning into flowers as he looked at him with a smile.
"What, you found it? You kid, you really think I don't have this Maotai liquor. Let me tell you, let alone two bottles, I can also get twenty bottles."
"Get out of the way."
Asking Ye Huang and Beitang Xue to stand aside, the old man put the Maotai wine aside, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and pulled out a whole box of Maotai wine.
"Moutai made in 1983, a whole box, you kid, take it away. Maybe a few old men will take notice of it."
"Give...Give me!"
Emperor Ye's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Why, you don't want it?!"
"No, I want it. What do you always drink?"
"I have other wine. Besides, it's not like I can't live without wine. I originally planned to save this wine for you and Xue'er to drink when you get married. Since it's useful to you, just take it first."
"No, I'm keeping this wine. It's the equivalent of daughter's red wine. Besides, it's something that concerns me and Xue'er. If I really use it, I'll tell my master later, and he'll chop me alive."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Ye didn't dare to reach out even if he wanted to.
Not only is his master his own master, he is also Xueer's biological grandfather. In addition, this relationship with Grandpa Wanhong has been accumulated for countless generations, so how can he dare to use it indiscriminately.
Next to her, Beitang Xue was stunned for a moment when she heard her grandfather's words, and then her face turned slightly red, feeling extremely shy.
No girl would be able to calm down when talking about this kind of thing.
"Ye Huang, if you really find it useful, just take it first. Let's get... married. There are also other wines. It seems that there is a lot of wine at home. It was left behind by grandpa before he left."
"real?"
"Well, there seem to be dozens of boxes, all in the basement of the old house."
"Grandpa, there's no need to take this wine. You can just leave it. I guess the wine my master has must have Maotai. I'll go get some from him later."
After hearing what Beitang Xue said, Ye Huang stopped taking it.
My master has been away for decades, and most of the wines he brought are 20, 30, or even more years old. This Maotai must be there.
"Your mind is spinning very fast. Anyway, let's drink these two bottles of wine at noon. You can go to your master's place later."
Mr. Zhang Wanhong also knows that his family has been away for decades and the basement has not been touched. There must be a lot of inventory. Now he is also thinking about whether to pack a few bottles.
How can I say that in these years, I have been a grandfather and a grandfather at the same time, so I have to work hard without any credit.
Beitang Xue on the side did not expect that the old man and the young man had already begun to think about dividing up his grandfather's private collection.
At noon, Ye Huang and Beitang Xue did not leave. Mr. Zhang Wanhong asked the guards to arrange and prepare a table of delicious dishes. The old man and the young man drank the Moutai wine happily, and each of them drank it.
Didn't drink less.
After he finished drinking, Ye Huang finally thought about it. He was already an ordinary person and could not force out the alcohol. He had no choice but to call Dugu Xiaoxuan and ask her to pick him up.
Around two o'clock, Dugu Xiaoxuan drove over in the military warrior car that had kissed the butt of Ye Huang's car, and looked at Ye Huang with a red face and glanced at him.
Then he motioned for him to get in the car. After saying goodbye to Mr. Zhang Wanhong and Bei Tangxue, the two of them rushed directly to Dugu's house.
"Grandpa also wants to have a drink with you. I think you will become a drunkard in the past few days."
While driving, Dugu Xiaoxuan whispered something in a low voice.
"It's okay, this is Moutai produced in the 1980s. I can't drink it normally. Hehe, I even bought a bottle for grandpa, eh."
As he spoke, Ye Huang took out an unopened bottle from his arms.
"You still have a conscience."
Dugu Xiaoxuan glanced at the wine bottle in Ye Huang's hand and was no longer angry, but Ye Huang was speechless.
This woman is really an incomprehensible animal. Didn’t I just take out a bottle of wine and say it was for your grandpa to drink, and then I got away with it?
He was also thinking about using some sweet words.
"By the way, Xiaoxuan, didn't I just go to your grandfather's place the day before yesterday? Why did you call me over today?"
Ye Huang knew the temper of Mr. Dugu Aotian, so he rushed over to greet the other elderly people in advance, and then called him over a day later, which made Ye Huang a little puzzled.
"I don't know either. It seems that we won't know until later when it has something to do with your physical recovery."
"My injury?" Ye Huang's heart tightened and he frowned.
