"—Amani Roni, also known as 'hard' in Italian, is made by air-drying, just like the ancient holy wines in Rome. The wine has a strong aroma of dried fruits and dried grapes. Although it does not feel astringent when tasting, it does not have the kitschy sweet aroma of Bordeaux or Nebbioro. It is a very charming wine."
"But I always feel that the taste is not the real charm of a certain wine. The quality of the wine depends more on the origin and time... Whether it is suitable for you depends on how well it fits the atmosphere and mood you drink."
“Like this Omani Roni, what I think is more fascinating about is its history and origin…”
Zheng Qing followed Andrew into the office, listening to his endless talk about wine, watching two glasses fly out of the cabinet with a clang, making a crisp collision sound, and finally landing steadily on the desk.
The owner of the office took off the paper bag in his hand and exposed a wine bottle with a slender neck.
The cork bounced up.
The bright red wine was poured into a cup.
Just when Andrew was about to pour wine into the cup in front of Zheng Qing, the boy took action in time and blocked his plan: "Sorry, I don't know much about wine..."
"This is the most common saying that alcoholics say before they become alcoholics."
The short and fat wizard blinked. Although he hadn't drunk, his eyes were already a little drunk. He smiled and pushed Zheng Qing's hand away, and he firmly poured him a little:
"Taste a little, you're too nervous now, and it's not good for you to stay in this state for a long time... Where did we just talk about it? Oh, yes, the history and source of the wine... Omani is produced in Vapolichera in the Veneto region. It is more famous here. It is surrounded by a historic town. Verona is located in the southern foot of the Alps, less than a hundred miles from Venice. It means "extremely elegant city" in Latin, but do you know? It is not elegant at all, but full of tragedy, because the story of Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet takes place in this small town..."
Zheng Qing was originally quite impatient with the chatter of this short and fat specialist.
I just want to complete the talisman delivery earlier and don’t delay my first class this morning.
Until he mentioned the famous love tragedy.
A trace of consciousness flashed through the boy's heart.
Yes.
Just looking at the first time when Andrew and Thomas were chatting with each other in Damingfang, I knew that they should have been very familiar with each other. So he must have known about Nikita.
All the depression and melancholy in life come from others, this sentence is good at all.
As soon as he thought of this, the young teaching assistant couldn't help but take a more glance at the wine glass in front of him, and suddenly had the urge to take a sip. It should be okay to just take a sip.
After all, in broad daylight, there are still a bunch of guards outside.
He glanced at the empty street outside the window. Although he didn't know where the guards were hiding, his intuition told him that they were nearby.
Just as he turned his head, the black gem cat finally couldn't help but curiosity and came out of the boy's hood. When he was frightened just now, the cat retracted into the hood like a rabbit. Now that the atmosphere has eased, it came out again, stepped on Zheng Qing's shoulder, jumped down, landed in front of the wine glass, sniffed, and then turned around the slender neck wine bottle next to it twice.
"Alchemy dolls? No, no, are more spiritual than them."
The specialist of the Three Fork Sword had a great vision. He made an accurate judgment after only a short time: "The clone transforms! Is it right? Tsk tsk, it's amazing, it's really amazing, no wonder... I mean, very few wizards can use transforming techniques to this level at your age. I dare not say that I can do it now."
His tone was a little surprised and he did not hide the admiration on his face: "...what did I say when I first met in Damingfang? I had a public life! There was a bright future! That was right!"
He raised his wine glass, poured himself a big mouthful, then grabbed the sandwich that he had taken out of nowhere and took a big mouthful.
Wine sandwich, magic breakfast pairing.
Zheng Qing shook his head in his heart and withdrew his gaze. He realized that his wine glass was empty. The black gem cat fell into the cup at some point, like a piece of melted plasticine, each part connected in a magical structure.
A cup of black cat.
This thought flashed through his mind.
"——Don't you really don't come? It tastes really good!"
The vague voice of the Tribute Sword Commissioner came again in his ears.
Just looking at the performance of the Black Gem Cat, there is probably nothing wrong with that glass of wine - as Andrew said, Zheng Qing also felt that he was too nervous - but he really didn't have time now.
"No, thank you, I still have class in the morning."
The young teaching assistant politely and resolutely rejected the Sanchao Sword Commissioner's repeated invitations, and urged: "——Fill out the receiving form quickly! I'm almost unable to catch up with Lao Yao's spell class!"
"It's okay, it's okay! I won't let you be late!"
Andrew waved his hand and finally put down his wine glass, feeling quite excited: "Young people nowadays, life is so rigid... Don't you know that drinking some wine to class can make your magic sense more sharp and your magic flow faster? As long as you play the spell well, Lao Yao won't mind your mouth full of wine!"
While speaking, he had already taken out the account book and quill pen from the drawer, and wrote a few lines of words sloppyly on it, and then pushed it to Zheng Qing: "——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
Zheng Qing skillfully left his signature and tore off the red delivery note inside.
"The rest is yours!" He stuffed five blood talisman bullets that had been counted long ago into the hands of the short and fat wizard, looking like he was running away.
"Don't be anxious!"
Andrew grabbed his wrist, and his eyes were not as drunk as he was just drinking. He looked particularly bright and said angrily: "——Your delivery order is torn too fast! I haven't inspected the goods yet!"
"You can't believe my character?"
"I believe more in the talisman detector of Martin Childcare Alchemy."
"It's so sad. We've traded so many times..."
"Sorry, in fact, this is our third transaction, and you have already had a bad record of serious overdue..."
While the two of them were talking to each other, Andrew finally finished testing the five talisman bullets.
Then he took out a red wooden box the size of a palm, and each talisman was wrapped in silk cloth painted with talismans, placed neatly, leaving marks on red pens, locking the jade talismans, and sealing the golden rope. Several long yellow talisman papers were pasted in a crisscrossing manner, looking very cautious.
"As for it?" Zheng Qing was speechless.
"As for-"
The short and fat wizard dragged his long voice and repeated the boy's words, and replied angrily: "Do you think the transaction of seven or eight hundred jade coins? Our entire office is one year, no, are there 600 jade coins in three years? Are you talking about it here? Do you know how much wine this bottle can comfort me for a week? Three silver horns! Three silver horns can comfort me for a week. How long do you think seven or eight hundred jade coins can stimulate me?"
Zheng Qing blinked.
"Ah, you're not good at drinking," the boy weighed the black gem cat in his hand, made a look he had just smelled, and nodded with certainty: "——The wine is sour."
"So sour? No!" Andrew's attention was immediately attracted by his bottle, and he sniffed the mouth of the bottle suspiciously, looking confused.