Chapter 1198 I really want to escape but can't escape
I don't know when, Huang Dashan had a wine jar in his hand, and it made a muffled sound when he moved it.
I saw him throwing out several large bowls and pouring reddish wine from the wine jar.
“Tiger bone wine, absolutely authentic and absolutely awesome!”
In fact, ever since Mr. Shan...well...in short, he has fallen in love with this kind of nonsense.
If it weren't for the persuasion of this group of normal people who were not blinded by kidneys, he would have even tried to buy some more bizarre kidney maintenance remedies from Potted Plants several times.
No matter how poor you are, you can’t lose your kidneys, and no matter how miserable you are, you can’t suffer your kidneys. The kidneys are everything, and the kidneys are tomorrow.
Huang Dashan clicked his tongue and said,
"Hey, even if I have a baby, I want to protect the light like this. Time is not waiting for me. I have no chance!"
"But you still have to admire me. If nothing else, apart from making money to survive, I will never endure this hardship. We are just ordinary people. The task of saving the world will not be entrusted to us, and we don't have the consciousness."
..."
Huang Dashan really showed his true feelings and told the truth.
The evolvers nodded imperceptibly. Although that was what they said, would Huang Dashan have such a consciousness if the person involved was Huang Dashan?
Mr. Zhao smacked his lips and said nothing. He no longer knew how to take the drink, so he had to look at the wine in the bowl carefully.
This wine has obviously inherited Huang's lightning-like roughness. The raw material of Huang's tiger bone wine is Lin Chou's three-color snake wine. The wine is thick and mellow. When poured into the bowl, it slightly shows
The red wine is like a ball of solidified amber, with no bubbles or waves.
Zhao Er's character is as commendable as his wine. He is the kind of person who will be confused by anyone who dares to comment and slap him in the face.
After sniffing it, Zhao Er's eyes could see the flames like exploding when briquettes are burning violently.
"Hiss... the wine is so damn good... fragrant..."
Leng Han's eyes turned to the side, and the dignified Mr. Zhao was like a mouse that saw a cat. His neck shortened by more than half in an instant, which was very funny.
Huang Dashan's eyes went back and forth between Leng Han and Zhao Er twice.
"Hey..."
How to say this?
If Zhao Ziyu is here, what Second Master Zhao needs to worry about is that Young Master Ziyu will inform Zhao Qingcang. After Second Master returns home, Mr. Zhao will beat him up for bringing Ziyu into trouble.
As for Leng Han, Mr. Zhao was probably worried that Leng Han would beat him up on the spot.
"Come on, come on, second master, have a try."
Zhao Er took the bowl and felt a certain gaze lingering on the back of his head for a while and then disappeared.
"Xu..."
Good luck, good luck, escaped disaster, and everything will come to light!
To be honest, Huang Dashan's tiger bone wine is quite simple and crude. Zhao Er even saw a fragment of bone as long as a finger lying at the bottom of the bowl. Combined with the reddish wine, it can easily remind people of a murder.
The second scene is the one in which corpses are thrown into rivers and lakes.
I can’t stand the smell of wine!
"Suck~"
Zhao Er's face was filled with the kind of joy that comes from the heart of surviving a disaster.
"Vivid! When you drink it, it's like a line of fire in your stomach. From your throat to your stomach, all that's left on the tip of your tongue is a tingling sweetness. Oops, it's quite spicy. It has a lot of stamina."
Huang Dashan poured a few more bowls over, but the Mi family sisters and the rest of the people didn't accept them and refused. Mr. Shan had no choice but to put the bowls on the table.
"Hey!" Huang Dashan took a sip of wine, held his waist and rubbed it comfortably, "You feel warm after just one sip, isn't it awesome?"
Zhao Er nodded repeatedly and looked at the few unwanted wine bowls and the big wine jar on the table. He felt happier, just like a hard-working bee wandering among the blooming flowers.
"Food is food and wine, it's authentic! I said Huang Dashan, why is your wine so red?"
Huang Dashan smiled mysteriously,
"Blood is the blood and marrow of the tiger."
Zhao Er immediately raised his thumbs up,
"Absolutely awesome! No wonder it tastes like wild game!"
After taking a few gulps and putting down the wine bowl, Zhao Er lit up two cigarettes and threw one to Huang Dashan.
"There is an old wine at Wen Chong Wine. It is made with the imitation of Jade Bing before the Cataclysm. The fat is made from the abdominal fat of the blue-striped wildebeest. The wine comes out yellow and red, just like the sunset in the movie.
The last time I had a drink was the year before last. This guy was very stingy when it came to wine, but the wine tasted like no one else. He even gave the wine a pirated name: 'Jinjiu', you wine.
, better than the one he hid for eight years."
After receiving Zhao Jiugui's approval, Huang Dashan was overjoyed and said proudly,
"If you want to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha, it must be a good tiger bone. Tiger bones are the key point. Only the wine brewed from good bones will be overpowering."
"Let me tell you, I put thirteen carefully selected spices in to make this wine. You know, the bones are broken. You know, the flavor comes out quickly enough. If you are anxious and can't eat hot tofu, you can drink it."
You got a good drink, hehe..."
Mr. Zhao’s eyes were shining,
"Ah~ It's amazing~"
When Su Yourong heard that Leng Han was coming, she was finally willing to run out.
The smell of alcohol made his delicate eyebrows wrinkle. Of course, the little guy also heard Huang Dashan's words.
Su Yourong's beautiful eyebrows were raised, and her expression was copied from the same template as Wei Qingyu's. She pointed at Huang Dashan and said sternly,
"Okay! No wonder the master has been shouting that he lost a large pack of prepared thirteen incense. It's you, it's you!!"
Huang Dashan:(((;;)))
Mr. Zhao was stunned for a while.
"Wait...Shisanxiang...the one with stewed meat?!"
Su Yourong put her hands on her hips, it was amazing,
"You still have the nerve to brag! The stewed meat mixed with wine is really awesome~"
Huang Dashan:(((;;)))
Su Yourong could be regarded as seizing Huang Dashan's handle to enrich his collection, which had made little progress recently. He took out a large pile of high-quality cast iron pans from the kitchen and lined them up neatly.
"Shihu Shihu, guess which pot looks better?"
Huang Dashan:(((;;)))
Lin Chou pointed casually,
"Just take this bite. I just used it to slow-cook the pork cheek a few days ago. It will match your uncle Dashan's face very well."
Su Yourong's happy eyes narrowed and she said abruptly,
"Okay~"
Did you see it? Did you see it?…
Shihu is indeed the best Shihu in the world!
I always want to help my apprentice enrich his collection...
I want to hide the collection well and use it as a dowry!
The scene was quite embarrassing for a time.
This is not okay, we just drank someone else's wine...
"Hey, wine and food alone are not enough. What do you think, Linzi?" Mr. Zhao tried to change the subject.
Lin Chou nodded,
"Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots? Pork head with garlic? Beef cheeks on hotpot?"
Huang Dashan:(((;;)))
who I am?
where am I?
Why am I so panicked all of a sudden?
Zhao Er coughed a few times,
"The sour-fried chicken offal I heard our old man talk about last time is really good. Old Wen has eaten it, but I haven't tried it yet. I can't."
After much talk, Lin Chou was finally persuaded to leave. Su Yourong angrily kept glaring at this crooked old man.
Huang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face hard, and smiled brightly.
"Come on, come on, second master, have another bowl. This wine is still fragrant. I made it myself. From the beginning to the end, I didn't let anyone touch a finger. I told you that the tiger's blood still needs to be cleaned up.
First..."
Huang Dashan, a man named Huang Dashan, was very eloquent and taught the advanced experience of making tiger bone wine.
"Um..."
Su Yourong was disgusted,
"It doesn't seem like the master's wine is good, and it doesn't have much to do with you. You just broke the bones and put them in."
Huang Dashan put on a serious face and spoke righteously,
"The wine is indeed Linzi's Sancai Snake Wine. No one will say that the cooking wine tastes good when it is placed there, right? It has to be used by the cooks to create the most wonderful aroma of the cooking wine. How?
Doesn't it matter? Oh, forget it, if I talk to a girl like you who can't even cut potatoes into shreds, I'm sorry you don't understand..."
Su Yourong's pretty face turned cold, and she turned red with anger. She knew clearly that what Huang Dashan said was wrong, but after organizing her speech for a long time, she didn't know what to refute.
"You, you, you...are obviously different...you are using strong words..."
Huang Dashan defeated this little girl with a few words, stopped talking to her, and turned away proudly.
He showed off to Zhao Erxian and emphasized again,
"So, it must be made by one's own hands. The wine brewed by one's own hands must have the right taste. If you get distracted, you know, this wine will have a soul!"
Mr. Zhao nodded repeatedly and clinked the bowls with Huang Dashan.
"Yes! You are serious! You are determined!"
After draining the wine in the bowl, Mr. Zhao exhaled a hot breath, picked up the tiger bone at the bottom of the bowl and clicked his tongue,
"Let me tell you, Lin Zi's alcohol content is not high, but he is so powerful. He is a fifth-level mutated tiger, and his bones are soaked?"
Huang Dashan was stunned and swallowed his saliva.
His eyes suddenly flickered a little,
"Uh...hehe..."
Zhao Er said strangely,
"What's wrong?"
"without..."
"Aren't you being careless? You have to do it with your own hands." Lin Chou came out with a plate of fried chicken offal. "Even the tiger bones were taken out by Master Shan one by one, chewed clean and broken into pieces. He made them with his own hands.
Heart."
Nonsense, there is only one tiger in the Communist Party. Apart from the bones gnawed out by Huang Dashan, where are the remaining tiger bones for him to make wine?
"Crack."
The small half of the bone in Mr. Zhao's mouth, which was full of fresh teeth marks, bounced hard on the ground twice.
Putting the sour and fragrant chicken offal on the table between the two of them, Lin Chou's eyes were shining brightly like the sourdough on the plate, and his face was as warm and jade-like as a template for Wen Zhongjiu, and he spoke slowly and slowly
smile.
Huang Dashan:(((;;)))
"Second Master! Second Master, don't listen to his nonsense. I forgot, I really forgot...misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."
Su Yourong followed her master smartly, holding a heavy cast iron pan and placing it on the table.
The little girl blinked at Zhao Er,
"Hey, why is there a pot here?"
Zhao Erye, who was as quiet as a statue and tried his best to pretend to be a thinker, came to life.
He blinked at Su Yourong with an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream,