As expected of a four or five year old rooster, the meat is very juicy and the skin is as tough as gummy candy.
Many people don't like this kind of chicken, and Jiang Zhihao is one of them. He still retains the eating habits he had before his rebirth and cannot eat such tough food.
Although his teeth are good now, his habits will not change for a while. He can only bite off the skin, chew it slowly, and at the same time praise: "It tastes very good, Mr. Jiang's craftsmanship is really good."
Jiang Chushan laughed happily and said: "We both have the surname Jiang. We were the same family five hundred years ago, so we are no longer polite. Here, this is the daughter's red that I have treasured for many years. I don't know if Mr. Jiang is used to drinking it."
The so-called daughter's red is rice wine.
Ancient liquor had a low alcohol content and was difficult to preserve for a long time.
Only rice wine can be stored longer.
Many people think that rice wine tastes weird, like drinking medicine, but once you get used to it, you can taste it carefully.
Jiang Zhihao really liked rice wine. He picked up the bowl and took a sip. His eyes brightened and he said, "Good wine, with a mellow taste. It seems that Mr. Jiang was right. He has indeed been collecting it for many years."
Jiang Xinyue said from the side: "In order to preserve the wine, my father built a small house in the yard, and also got some equipment such as constant temperature and humidification. Let me tell you, wouldn't it be better to bury it directly in the ground?"
"What do you know!" Jiang Chushan snorted and said, "Only people who don't know how to bury wine in the ground. The water in the groundwater is too heavy, and it has been soaked for a long time, and the muddy smell has entered the jar. I really have to bury it for more than a dozen times.
After ten years, you can’t drink it at all, and it’s no different from going bad. If you store it, you have to put it in a dark and moist place, not in the soil!”
"Look at you, you get anxious when it comes to wine, and I didn't say I wouldn't let you hide it." Jiang Xinyue pouted.
"You didn't say anything, but you have done a lot of work. Did you take my jar of red sorghum and give it away last time?" Jiang Chushan said unhappily.
"What does it mean to give something away? It's not just to let others know that your wine tastes good. You have to thank me."
"It's good that I didn't beat you up. Thank you!"
Watching the father and daughter bickering, Jiang Zhihao remained cheerful and silent, as if he had returned to the age when he had many children and grandchildren.
After a while, Jiang Chushan and his daughter remembered that there were guests here.
Jiang Chushan picked up the wine bowl and went back and forth with Jiang Zhihao.
The two of them were drinking a little enthusiastically, one was showing off, and the other wanted to quit drinking to eliminate today's worries.
It didn't take long before everyone became a little tipsy.
By the time they finished eating, Jiang Chushan was already drunk and unconscious.
Jiang Zhihao was better than him, but he was also crooked and unsteady on his feet.
"Boss, shall I take you to your room to rest?" Jiang Xinyue supported him and asked.
Jiang Zhihao nodded. He didn't like running around when he was drunk, he just liked sleeping.
Jiang Xinyue helped him into a side-sleeping room with all the bedding laid out. It seemed that Jiang Chushan had long expected that Jiang Zhihao would get drunk and stay here.
Of course, it may be that he expected this.
After helping Jiang Zhihao get on the bed, Jiang Xinyue hesitated and reached out to help him untie his clothes.
Although Jiang Zhihao was drunk, he was not completely drunk. At least he was somewhat conscious about other things between men and women.
Grabbing Jiang Xinyue's hand, Jiang Zhihao shook his head and said, "I can do it myself..."
Jiang Xinyue's cheeks were flushed. She also drank a few sips of rice wine. She didn't know whether it was because she was drunk or because her hand was grabbed by Jiang Zhihao.
"Boss... If you want to take it off yourself, you have to let go of my hand," Jiang Xinyue said.
Jiang Zhihao burped and then let go of her hand.
Just as Jiang Xinyue was about to leave, Jiang Zhihao suddenly said: "I want to sleep alone. You pull her out and help me lock the door. It's best to have a dog tied to the door, the kind that can bite people to death."