Volume 1: Winds and Clouds in the Western Regions Chapter 130
Xiang Teng Ju doesn't mind if guests bring their own drinks. Even if you only order a plate of potato shreds, you can sit here and eat openly, so the waiter didn't show any disdain or contempt for Zhao Rang's behavior.
Yuan Mingkong picked up the menu and looked at it. He didn't know what to eat, so he handed the menu to his sister.
After all, Yuan Kexin had opened a shop before, so she was familiar with it and ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go.
After the waiter wrote it down, he asked Zhao Rang and others to wait for a while, then he took the order and turned around to make arrangements in the back hall.
Zhao Rang opened the wine gourd, brought the cups on the table to him, and poured a full cup for all three of them.
"If you ride too fast for too long, your bones will be shaken to pieces!"
As he said this, he already drank a glass of wine.
Both Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin knew that Zhao Rang said this just to find an excuse for himself to drink...
With his martial arts skills, even if he rides on horseback for three days and three nights, Zhao Rang will still be alive and kicking as soon as he gets off the horse!
But the moment Zhao Rang opened the wine gourd, Mr. Wang's eyes were attracted by the rich aroma of wine, and he stared straight at the wine gourd.
When Yuan Mingkong saw this, he was secretly happy, but on the surface he remained calm.
He knew that Mr. Wang San was also a good drinker, but he had restrained himself in recent years because of his age. He thought that when the old man was young, he was like a drunkard, like a whale of a pig, sucking the rainbow from the ocean!
Mr. Wang San's current status and worth are all the result of more than 40 years of hard work in the world!
On the grand stage of Jianghu, one thing that must be indispensable is wine.
Some people use wine to relieve their sorrows, and some people drink to have fun. Some people regard it as their fate, and some people hate it to the core of their bones.
Wine is like a thread on a beaded curtain, connecting these people and things together. Even if you don't like it, you can't ignore it.
Although Mr. Wang San has not drank much in recent years, he is still obsessed with wine.
Therefore, he spends a lot of money every year to invite top winemakers from the northern, southern and western regions of Dawei to come to Xiangtengju to make wine, and then holds a wine competition to personally select the best wine among them and award it the title of "No. 1".
Although Yuan Kexin is not famous in the wine-making industry, Yuan Keming firmly believes that the wine produced by his sister must be unparalleled in the world.
Not because the materials needed to make this wine are so precious, nor because the steps are cumbersome, but because this wine was lost a hundred years ago!
Things are rare and valuable!
For people who are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, if you give them a roasted sweet potato occasionally, they will feel like a treasure. This is also true.
The wine Yuan Kexin brews may not necessarily be the best tasting, but it must be the rarest. After all, she is the only one in the world who can brew it!
So in a sense, this is the best wine in the world, and it is what Mr. Wang San desires most at the moment.
After Zhao Rang raised his head and drank his second cup, the waiter carried a large tray and served three cold dishes first.
Zhao Rang took a look, frowned and said:
"Why does it smell so strong?"
Green peppers mixed with preserved eggs, fermented bean curd marinated tofu, and a dish of sour bamboo shoots unique to Dawei Nandi!
As soon as these three cold dishes were placed on the table, the smell suddenly rose to the sky, completely covering up the mellow smell of wine.
Mr. Wang also put down his tea cup at this time, and focused all his energy on the table where Zhao Rang and the others were sitting. The expression on his face was filled with regret, as if Zhao Rang and the others had the money without knowing it.
“The strong taste makes it a good drink!”
Yuan Kexin said, picking up a piece of preserved egg with chopsticks and placing it in Zhao Rang's bowl.
Compared to the other two cold dishes, the preserved egg dish is acceptable.
But before he could take it into his mouth, Mr. Wang San on the side suddenly slapped the table hard and said:
"What a waste of natural resources, what a waste of natural resources!"
Yuan Mingkong was secretly happy, but still said calmly:
"Senior, what does this mean?"
Mr. Wang San was deeply saddened. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the cold dishes on the table:
"How can these three dishes be used to accompany wine? Little girl, what are you talking about? You are really wasting this good wine in vain!"
Zhao Rang usually hates being pointed at when he does things, especially when drinking and eating.
However, he saw that Mr. Wang San's words were sincere and he should be a real wine drinker. Instead, he thought the old man was a bit cute, so he didn't take it seriously and asked with a smile:
"Then what do seniors usually eat as snacks?"
Mr. Wang San took a few deep breaths and said in a lecturing tone:
"It depends on what kind of wine it is!"
“Really good wine doesn’t need any food to accompany it!”
Zhao Rang retorted:
"Without appetizers, wouldn't the taste be too bland?"
Mr. Wang Santai raised his voice and said:
"How could it be? Really good wine has its own existence, and there is no need to mix in other flavors! The dishes you just ordered are all superfluous!"
After saying that, he sighed to himself and said:
"The young boys today are really inferior to every generation... I think back then..."
When people get older, they love to reminisce about the past.
But Zhao Rang didn't like him.
Even though he is the boss of Xiangtengju, Mr. Wang San, he can't intervene for no reason. He has to distinguish right from wrong.
But before Zhao Rang could refute it, Master Wang suddenly changed the subject and said:
"But I have never smelled the smell of your wine. I wonder what kind of wine it is?"
He considers himself a great connoisseur of wine, but at this moment, there is a wine he knows nothing about before his eyes, which makes him feel heart-wrenching and uncomfortable.
Zhao Rang didn't know the name of this wine.
For him, wine only needs to taste good.
Even if it doesn’t taste good, it’s okay if someone can enjoy the drink with him!
He didn't care at all about the name of the wine, what it was made from, or how many years it had been stored.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Mingkong knew that this wine had completely aroused Mr. Wang San's interest, so he said:
"Golden Wind and Jade Dew!"
After hearing this, Master Wang San immediately yelled:
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Not only was Mr. Wang San so rude, but even Zhao Rang was taken aback!
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world!"
He has heard of the name of this wine, but it must have disappeared from the human world and only existed in history books.
During the previous dynasty, Jinfeng Yulu was jointly recommended as "No. 1 in the world" by the wine lovers in the world! After the founding of the country by Dawei, the recipe for brewing this kind of wine has been lost.
Mr. Wang Third also tried his best to bring it back to the world, but unfortunately for more than ten years, it was all in vain... That's why he was so excited when he heard Yuan Mingkong say that this was the lost "Golden Wind and Jade Dew"!
"It is not difficult to brew Golden Wind and Jade Dew. The reason why seniors think it is impossible is because the world has missed half of the method."
Seeing that Yuan Mingkong was so serious, Third Master Wang believed it a little, and asked with a heavy breath:
"what way?"
"Could it be the brewer?"
Zhao Rang said suddenly.
Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin looked at Zhao Rang in disbelief after hearing this!
"To be precise, it's the hand of the brewer?"
Zhao Rang said again, the brother and sister were so shocked that they couldn't say a word!
Neither of them told Zhao Rang anything about this wine, not even mentioning its name.
But Zhao Rang came up with the key to the problem based on Yuan Mingkong's words just now. He was really shocked!
"Is it possible that I'm right?"
Zhao Rang just picked up a glass of wine and saw the three of them staring at him with different expressions.
"How did you know?"
Yuan Mingkong asked word for word.
"Is this...difficult?"
Zhao Rang felt that Yuan Mingkong was acting with him again in order to seduce Mr. Wang San even more.
"Say it quickly!"
Ever since he met Yuan Mingkong, he had never seen him so anxious.
Under questioning, Zhao Rang had no choice but to say:
"It's very simple. If a wine is lost, it must be because the brewing method is lost! But the brewing method actually consists of two parts, one part is the materials used to make the wine, and the other part is the person who makes the wine!"
After taking a sip of wine to moisten his throat, Zhao Rang continued:
"There are many kinds of things that make wine, and even if one or two things are missing, you can still find a substitute. Only the people who make wine are the key, so I say the problem lies with people!"
"Then why did you talk about hands?"
Mr. Wang San asked.
Zhao Rang looked at him as if he were a fool and asked:
"You make wine with your feet?"
No matter how complicated things are in the world, they are very simple when explained.
The reason why many people can't understand it is because they have too deep obsession.
Mr. Wang San is not unintelligent, but for so many years he has not been able to figure out why he cannot make Jin Feng Yulu appear in the world.
At this moment, Zhao Rangsan's long-standing knot in his mind was broken by Zhao Rangsan's words. Mr. Wangsan felt very uncomfortable... He sighed, tensed up, and asked:
"What do you three want to exchange for this golden wind and jade dew from my old man?"
It is indeed a long time of being in the world.
From the moment Zhao Rang and the others came in, he could tell that they were not just here to eat.
Coupled with the location specially requested by Yuan Mingkong and this pot of "Golden Wind and Jade Dew", the words "We have something to do with you" are almost written on his face.
Although it was a conspiracy, Mr. Wang San was not angry.
When he sees more people and things, his heart will naturally become broader. Many times, he doesn't want to pay attention to others, just because it is troublesome.
As people get older and want to leave more time for themselves, they don’t have so much thought and energy to focus on other things.
But the method used by these three people was so ingenious that Master Wang could not refuse!
Xiangteng Juli has a collection of the best wines in the world, but it lacks the once "best in the world" Jinfeng Yulu.
Mr. Wang San originally thought that this regret must be taken to the grave, but he did not expect that such a fate would allow him to see this rare wine in his lifetime.
Now that he has spoken out openly, Yuan Mingkong no longer hides it.
"Master Wang has a sharp eye! But this is not the place to talk. Could you please move to the private room on the third floor? I'll put a nice banquet on the table and let's talk slowly?"
As soon as Yuan Mingkong finished speaking, Mr. Wang San Tai burst out laughing.
Inviting the boss to a meal in the restaurant he owned was a rarity everywhere, as rare as Jin Feng Yu Lu.