Some people are born to save face, and even though their skills are inferior to others, they give themselves reasons for failure.
And Feng Junfeng is this kind of person.
In his opinion, as long as he wins the last two games, the limelight tonight will still belong to him.
Ye Zihao! I haven’t lost yet, just wait and see!
Feng Junfeng secretly made up his mind.
"Master Ye! Let's try the second cup." Feng Junfeng glanced at Ye Zihao and said.
"OK! No problem!"
Ye Zihao nodded, and then tasted the second glass of red wine as carefully as before.
He seemed calm, elegant, and confident, but Feng Junfeng had frowned before, as if he was in trouble.
indeed!
At this moment, Feng Junfeng was in a lot of trouble. He had never tasted this kind of red wine.
How can you know the origin of red wine if you have never tasted it?
At this time, he secretly glanced at Ye Zihao, and to his surprise, Ye Zihao actually started writing answers.
Could it be that he...he has even tasted this kind of wine?
Feng Junfeng was shocked.
While he was shocked, Ye Zihao completed the wine tasting process and wrote down the answers.
At this time, he saw that Feng Junfeng had not started writing, so he asked jokingly, "Master Feng? Why don't you write?"
"I can't write it!"
Feng Junfeng shook his head and admitted directly.
I have never drunk this glass of red wine, so how can I possibly write its name?
"Oh? Then you gave up this round?"
The corners of Ye Zihao's mouth raised slightly.
To be honest, he really disliked Feng Junfeng's arrogant attitude, as if he thought others would always be inferior to him.
"I abstain!"
Feng Junfeng nodded with a straight face.
"Oh my god! Feng Junfeng voluntarily abstained? Is this... is this red wine so difficult?"
Someone couldn't help but exclaimed and asked.
At this time, the host smiled and explained: "Everyone! Let me reveal a little bit, there are only 1,000 bottles of this red wine in the world, and each bottle of red wine sells for 100,000 euros, which is about 800,000 RMB."
"Oh my god! A bottle of red wine costs RMB 800,000? No wonder Feng Junfeng can't drink it, because there are only 1,000 bottles in the world!"
Everyone suddenly became enlightened.
But what makes people look forward to it is that Feng Junfeng couldn't write it, but Ye Zihao could. So the answer he wrote, right?
In an instant, everyone's curiosity was suddenly piqued.
"Mr. Ye! Please show me your answer." The host said politely.
"OK!"
Seeing Ye Zihao announce the answer on the white paper, there is a string of English letters written on the white paper: chateau Duhart-Milon!
And this answer is completely consistent with the real answer.
"What...is this coming from? Are you bullying me for not knowing English?" Some people with poor English proficiency complained in confusion.
"Chateau Duhart-Milon?"
At this time, Feng Junfeng on the side frowned and read out the English words.
"Master Feng! Have you ever heard of chateau Duhart-Milon?" Ye Zihao asked lightly, as if he was doing it on purpose.
"I know English, but I haven't heard of it."
Feng Junfeng looked a little embarrassed. In his opinion, Ye Zihao was clearly deliberately making things difficult for him.
I can’t even write the name of this red wine, how can I possibly know its origin?
Damn it!
He deliberately wanted to make me look embarrassed.
Feng Junfeng gritted his teeth, inevitably feeling unhappy, but because of so many people, he was embarrassed to have a fit on the spot.
"Since Mr. Feng doesn't know, let me tell you, chateau Duhart-Milon! In fact, the Chinese name is 'Duhart-Milon'. This kind of red wine has a tight and solid taste, beautiful color, and outstanding wine aroma. If you must use
To describe it in one sentence, I would say, 'When the best-quality sealing wax is burned, the light smoke that diffuses is filled with the slightest aroma'."
When the best quality sealing wax is burned, is there a hint of fragrance in the light smoke that diffuses?
Nima!
Forget about explaining red wine, why do you think he is so literary and poetic? I don’t know that this guy is not only a good wine connoisseur, he is also a literary and artistic young man!
After everyone heard his explanation, they admired Ye Zihao more and more.
The corners of Yang Ruobing's mouth at the scene were slightly raised. She knew that Ye Zihao was showing off again, and the English he wrote was very beautiful, as if it had been processed by a computer.
But what surprised her was that there were only 1,000 bottles of red wine in the world, and this guy had actually drank it? What did he do before?
As a result, Yang Ruobing became more and more curious about her talkative husband.
It is said that "once a woman becomes curious about a man, it means that she is not far from being degenerate", and Yang Ruobing has already become more and more "degenerate".
There is no doubt that Feng Junfeng lost this round.
Losing two games in a row, this also shows that the final winner tonight belongs to Ye Zihao.
"Master Feng! I accept it!"
Ye Zihao bowed his hands and said with a faint smile on his face.
"Master Ye! You are indeed 'well-informed'."
Feng Junfeng deliberately emphasized the tone of "well-informed", which clearly showed how unwilling he was.
"No, no, it's just Feng Shaocheng who asked me." Ye Zihao shook his head and said calmly.
Immediately, he asked and said: "Master Feng! Now that the victory or defeat has been decided, do you think the last glass of red wine is worth the competition?"
"Compare!"
Feng Junfeng had a serious expression on his face. Although the outcome was determined, if he could win the last game, he would be able to regain some face.
So, one last drink!
He felt he had to compete!
"Okay! Anyway, we are meeting friends with wine, so it doesn't hurt to give it a try." Ye Zihao said with a faint smile.
However, what happened next made Feng Junfeng realize the true meaning of this sentence.
The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny!
Reality slapped him hard in the face, because he couldn't taste the last glass of red wine at all.
What made him even more dissatisfied was that Ye Zihao actually wrote it correctly again, and the name of the red wine was... Le Wangjier!
"Master Feng! Have you heard of Le Wangjier?" Ye Zihao smiled lightly.
Everyone knows that Feng Junfeng doesn’t know Le Wangjier, but so what? It’s just that he doesn’t know him, so Ye Zihao deliberately asked like this.
Some people have an arrogant and confident attitude, but would a truly capable person be so high-profile?
Won't!
For example, the low-key Ye Zihao!
Facing Ye Zihao's provocation, Feng Junfeng was speechless.
For the first time, he felt a sense of frustration that he could not resist.
That’s right!
It’s frustrating!
Compared to Feng Junfeng's silence, Ye Zihao started talking eloquently, "Le Wangjier's wines are known for their elegance and exquisiteness. The grapes have outstanding floral and fruity aromas, and are mellow and smooth..."
Listening to Ye Zihao's explanation, Feng Junfeng's face turned gloomy. He knew that he had lost tonight, and that he had lost so badly that he had no power to fight back.