The more I drink, the less I drink, and I am about to bottom out.
However, Qing Ge no longer dared to drink as much as before. One drink would mean one less drink, and he could only take a few sips occasionally when he was addicted.
Uncle Luo glanced at the white jade jug, with a slight disdain, and said calmly: "Girl, it's just wine. I only like to drink the wine I brew. I don't want a drop of those worldly spirits."
"Dip."
Qingge didn't seem to hear what Uncle Luo said, so she took out the white jade wine glass, poured a glass, walked to Uncle Luo, and placed it on the table.
"If a glass of wine doesn't satisfy Third Uncle, I will take the wine back with me. However, heartbroken wine is my favorite wine in this life, and no one else's wine can compare with it.
I have always wanted to see whether this heart-broken wine tastes better, or whether the wine made by Uncle San is better."
Qing Ge chuckled.
"Little girl, you are still young after all. Most people don't have the taste to taste my wine. I can't stand your strong wine. If you taste this kind of wine, you are irresponsible to yourself."
Uncle Luo was particularly disgusted. He glanced at the heartbroken wine in the glass and even moved his position away from the wine.
Qing Ge was thoughtful, his eyes glancing across Uncle Luo's face.
Uncle Luo's mental state and complexion look particularly bad. If you look carefully, you can see that his whole person is weak.
A person's complexion is related to many reasons, such as internal regulating substances, mental state, or sleep quality.
Qingge spent some time studying the art of refining medicine. It was hard to explain difficult and complicated diseases, but Uncle Luo could understand the symptoms at a glance.
The song is clear to the heart, and a confident light shines between the brows.
"It seems that except for the wine he brewed, Third Uncle has never drank other people's wine. No wonder..." Qing Ge sighed.
"What's the wonder?"
Uncle Luo asked.
"No wonder Third Uncle doesn't dare to drink this heart-broken wine. I'm afraid that if Third Uncle drinks it, he will feel that this is the best wine in the world, far better than the wine made by Third Uncle."
Qingge shook her head and smiled.
Speaking of fine wine, Uncle Luo's face changed.
Uncle Luo was extremely confident in the wine he brewed. He had drunk some other wines in his early years, and they were all world-famous wines.
However, in Luo Sanshu's eyes, those so-called fine wines are also bad wines and cannot be tasted.
Uncle Luo couldn't drink anymore, so he studied wine making. From then on, he got out of hand and became the most famous wine maker among the Qian clan.
Luo Sanshu is not in the business of making wine, so he doesn't sell it. However, Sanshu's wine costs a lot of gold and is hard to find.
"Uncle San doesn't dare to drink, so that's all."
Singing softly and cheerfully, he picked up the wine bottle and left.
Uncle Luo narrowed his eyes and said, "Stop."
Qing Ge suddenly stopped and looked at Uncle Luo in confusion: "Uncle Third, I advise you not to drink it. I'm afraid you won't be able to put it down."
"You girl deliberately provoked me, do you think I can't see it?
I will show you that this heart-broken wine of yours is worthless and has no taste at all!"
Uncle Luo picked up the white jade cup on the table and drank the wine in one gulp. He was about to speak the words he had already prepared, but when the words came to his lips, he was speechless, only surprised.
Uncle Luo suddenly looked at Qingge, only to see Qingge looking at him with a smile.
This wine... "This wine should only be found in the sky. It has a mellow aroma in the mouth and a strong flavor in the stomach. Just one cup will leave you with endless aftertaste. It seems to have hundreds of flavors. It is strange that you can taste different tastes of life with one sip of wine."
Uncle Luo looked at the bottom of the wine glass, then looked at the wine bottle in Qing Ge's hand, his eyes flickered, he swallowed, but he stopped talking... Qing Ge shook the wine bottle, and the faint sound of the wine could be heard.
Qingge sighed in a pretentious manner: "It seems that this wine is really not suitable for my third uncle, so why not pour it."
Qingge pretended to pour out the wine, but in an instant, Uncle Luo snatched the two bottles of wine.
"Third uncle?"
Qingge is surprised.
"Since it is good wine, how can we waste it?"
At this point, Uncle Luo murmured to himself: "Heart-broken wine, such a heart-broken wine, it does have the taste of heart-broken heart and sadness. One sip of wine can actually lead to hundreds of lives. If it weren't for a hundred years of experience and the accumulation of heart-breaking pain, how could it be possible?"
Can this wine be brewed?
Miss Ye, can you tell me who made this wine?"
"a friend."
Qingge stopped talking and laughing, her expression condensed, and she looked into the distance into the night: "That year I was imprisoned and forced to be guillotined.
Seeing that the situation was over and he was bound to die, the spring breeze was no longer on the guillotine. He brewed this wine the night before, which was called heart-broken wine. He gave it to him on the guillotine as a farewell gift..." Uncle Luo was suddenly stunned. He had been brewing wine for many years, so he understood
One thing, a winemaker without a story is definitely not a good winemaker.
Every kind of world-famous wine has a different story behind it, either sad or joyful, which is tasted through the wine.
Qingge walked towards the desk behind the screen, spread out the white rice paper, polished it and started writing.
"What are you doing?"
Uncle Luo looked at Qingge with sharp eyes, wondering what Qingge meant by this move.
Qingge wrote a few lines of words, then put down the pen and picked up the paper. After the black ink dried, he handed the rice paper to Uncle Luo.
"I think Third Uncle's complexion is not right. It must be that he cannot help but have a good rest all year round. This prescription can effectively alleviate this disease. Third Uncle may wish to try it."
Singing softly.
Uncle Luo glanced at the medicinal materials written in black and white on the paper and snorted coldly: "This is inevitable. I have gone to the Medicine Temple to find doctors, but they are all helpless. Can you do anything?"
"It concerns Third Uncle, why not give it a try?"
Sing and smile.
"Then try it."
"It's late at night and it's getting late, so I'm going to say goodbye.
By the way, I hope Third Uncle won’t tell anyone about Yuan Jing.
There are yuan crystals all over Dongzhou underground, and I have planned to sell them to the Sihai Auction House."
Qing Ge cupped his hands, smiled and turned around to leave.
Uncle Luo's expression suddenly changed.
"Girl, wait a minute..." "..." Qingge turned back: "Is there anything else, third uncle?"
Uncle Luo's voice was still trembling: "Are you just saying that there are yuan crystals underground in the entire Dongzhou?"
He only thought that it was an ordinary Yuanjing mine, which was indeed exciting, but not enough to make him lose his mind.
However - if there are Yuanjing veins under the entire Dongzhou, its value cannot be described as wealth! Sanshu Luo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the woman was no longer in the room.
figure.
Uncle Luo looked around and saw a small attendant walking out. Uncle Luo asked, "Where is Miss Ye?"
"The girl went back and said that it was a pity that she could not persuade the third uncle. She planned to find other people in the Nine Realms."
The waiter said: "Let me just say that what our third uncle has decided will never be changed. No matter what that girl says, it will not move our third uncle."
With a snap, Uncle Luo slapped the waiter on the head, making him dizzy and at a loss.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you go chase Miss Ye back!"