More and more people were poured into the canned food. After tasting the taste, some people finally looked at Han Cheng with a look of surprise as he took a sip of the canned soup, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The children who couldn't wait to eat the delicious canned food, after receiving the canned food, took a sip of the soup, their faces immediately changed, and they all grinned and stuck out their tongues.
How did the canned food taste so sour and sweet in my mind and tasted like this?
Is it broken, or does it smell like this after being stored for a long time?
It’s just that the taste is too different from before, right?
Because the appearance of canned food was very different from what was expected, the cheerful atmosphere of the annual New Year's Eve dinner was slightly stagnant.
Han Cheng swallowed the sour juice in his mouth, and a stream of heat appeared, flowing from his throat to his stomach.
He took another sip, then savored it carefully in his mouth, feeling the familiar taste among the sourness.
Maybe there was an error in the method in my memory. This batch of canned fruits was a huge failure. As expected, all of them should have been ruined.
However, it was not completely ruined. The can was no longer eaten, but another equally pleasant thing appeared.
liquor!
This was something Han Cheng didn't expect at all.
Han Cheng felt the taste of the wine in his mouth, and with emotion he remembered the previous story about the ancient literati not only making wine well, but he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
I had teased others before, but now my retribution came. The canned fruits I brewed all turned into this turbid and sour wine pulp.
However, he was not as angry as the scholar. He was equally happy that the sour wine could appear, and he was even happier than the expected canned food.
After all, sweet and sour canned fruit was my favorite when I was a child. Now that I have grown up, I like wine more than canned food.
Moreover, this wine appeared at the right time. During the New Year's Eve dinner, even if I drank a little wine, I always felt that something was missing.
Now all we need is a plate of dumplings.
I have been so poor and have so many things now. Is a plate of dumplings still far behind?
Another thing is, the wine has already come out, is it still far from vinegar?
The five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty will gradually be collected, and when it’s time to cook, you will have more choices.
After all, ‘it’s better to make vinegar in a brewing vat, but it’s sour in the jar’.
Moreover, he vaguely remembered that in places such as wine vats for brewing, there were yeasts and other things useful for fermentation. When the time came, he made noodles.
Old noodles, after a long period of time, will always get extremely effective yeast.
Thinking of the steaming, soft and fragrant white steamed buns with the taste of maltose, Han Chenggong couldn't help drooling.
As an authentic northerner, steamed buns, a staple food that has been a staple food since childhood, are always a hurdle that cannot be avoided.
It’s not that I don’t know if I will be lucky enough to find wheat...
Han Cheng shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. Who would have thought that he would be so obsessed with the steamed buns he eats every day.
Wu Ye picked up the bowl and took a bite of the can that had been sealed for many days. The taste was not very good. Compared with the time when it was just made, it could be said that there was a huge difference in heaven and earth.
Based on his many years of experience and his memory of what the Son of God said when he made the can, he knew that the can was damaged.
As a person who has experienced many years in the tribe, passed down the knowledge of witches in the past, and received the influence of the Son of God, witches are more aware of things like human relations and face than other people, such as the Qingque Three Years
When having New Year's Eve dinner, he pays great attention to the order of actions.
In order not to embarrass the Son of God, he did not ask questions like others, but took a big sip of the canned juice that did not taste very good. After swallowing it, he felt the warmth in his throat that he had never experienced before, and then
Be prepared to praise the deliciousness of this canned juice.
At this time, Han Cheng, who was holding the bowl in his hand and had closed his eyes and said nothing, opened his eyes and put the bowl down, stood up and said to everyone looking at him with a smile: "The canned food has failed!"
After everyone heard the news, they were both expected and disappointed. After all, the sweet and sour taste is something people miss.
Especially those who are underage, the disappointment on their faces is even more difficult to conceal.
Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction in his eyes and did not show off. After a slight pause, he said: "However, it created another good thing, and that is wine!"
liquor?
After hearing this, everyone lowered their heads to look at the somewhat turbid canned juice in the bowl.
If Shenzi, who has always had a good taste, calls it a good thing, then the taste shouldn't be too bad, and it must be a good thing.
Han Cheng asked someone to bring over a few more jars of 'cans', and after breaking the mud seals, everyone poured some in.
One bowl for adults, half a bowl for children, and only a shallow bottom for younger children.
Then he stood up with his own wine bowl, motioned for others to stand up with their wine bowls, and then said: "Happy New Year, may my Qingque tribe get better and better, drink!"
After finishing speaking, he banged the wine bowl with the wine bowls of the wizards and senior brothers standing on the left and right sides, then toasted to the Qingque Tribe people who were sitting in several circles, and then drank it with a tilt of his neck.
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Wu, his senior brother, and others had never experienced such a thing. After being stunned for a short time, they imitated Han Cheng and said in a confused voice: "Happy New Year, I wish you all the best."
Qingque Tribe, getting better and better, drink!”
Then thinking about Han Cheng's actions just now, he banged the bowl with the people around him in a strange way, then raised his head to the others in vain, raised his neck and started drinking.
The adults were okay with the drink, but the children with more developed taste buds found it a bit uncomfortable.
"So astringent..."
After taking a sip, Bai Xuemei stuck out her tongue and said with a grimace.
Han Cheng laughed, rubbed her braid, poured more than half of the wine left in her bowl into his own, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Let's eat!"
After drinking, Han Cheng announced the news that everyone had been waiting for for a long time, and many chopsticks were stretched out. In the cheerful atmosphere, the New Year's Eve dinner for Qingque's fourth year was just beginning.
During the dinner, Han Cheng asked people to pour wine for those who wanted to drink from time to time.
After drinking a bowl of wine, some adults in the Qingque tribe discovered that the wine, which did not taste very good, actually had a unique taste that no one could describe.
Most people who feel this way are adult men.
So they no longer drank the cooked broth, but like the Son of God, they drank some wine they tasted for the first time from time to time.
