Inherit For Three Thousand Years

Xiao Yao swiftly put the plate on the table, took out a bottle of Moutai from the suitcase, and said, "Dad, my friend gave me the Moutai, which was produced in 65 years. How would you taste it?"

"It was produced in 65 years, are you right?" Xiao Zhenshan didn't believe it at all. "Do you know how precious the Moutai liquor produced in 65 years is? Just give away hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine. What kind of wine have you handed in? Can a friend have such a big handwriting?"

"I made a friend in Kyoto this time. Don't believe it, is it true? You'll know when you taste it later." Xiao Yao quickly opened the bottle cap and put the wine bottle directly on the table.

Xiao Zhenshan usually likes to drink a small wine. Naturally, he was very curious about the so-called 65-year-old Moutai that his son said. He picked up this bottle of wine and looked at it carefully, so he was ready to teach his son a lesson.

But after reading it over and over again, not only did he fail to single out any falsehood, but the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it was true.

"Now this counterfeiting method is really powerful. The bottle and packaging are the same as the real one, and there is no fault at all. With this counterfeit technology, if you want to forge a new wine Moutai and spend some money, I am afraid that few people can taste it. It’s true and false. It’s a pity that it’s so well packaged. If it’s used for collection, no one can tell that this bottle of wine is fake."

Xiao Zhenshan turned his head and reprimanded Xiao Yao: "I don't usually see you so diligent. Why do you open the bottle cap so swiftly? If this bottle of wine is used for collection, it is still a matter of face. You should put the bottle now. Gail is opened. Fake wine is fake wine. Even if it contains real Moutai, it will not be aged for 50 years. It is a pity that it is so well packaged."

"My son's thoughts, I will give you a drink for nothing. You are still picky about it. Don't drink it if you don't want to drink it." Bai Yuzhen was on the sidelines for his son.

"Dad, you made this conclusion too early. It is true or false. You have to take a sip before making a conclusion." Xiao Yao picked up the bottle and began to pour the wine, "I will pour you a glass first. You taste it first."

Then he turned his head and said to Bai Yuzhen: "Mom, I also brought the red wine. Would you like to taste it?"

"I don't like red wine or white wine. You guys can drink it." Bai Yuzhen basically doesn't touch the wine, and will only drink a glass of red wine unless on very important occasions.

"Don't tell me, this wine looks yellowish in color, and it's still very viscous. It really looks like an old wine." Xiao Zhenshan has never drunk this kind of wine that has been aged for decades. Although he has no experience, he I think this wine is quite unusual, "I'll have a sip, I don't believe this wine is actually real."

Xiao Zhenshan picked up the wine glass and took a sip. After tasting it repeatedly, he swallowed it.

"How about? This wine shouldn't be fake, right?" Xiao Yao asked.

Xiao Zhenshan frowned and said, "This is really the first time I have tasted such a delicious wine. Is it 65-year-old Moutai? I can't taste it, but I can be sure that it is definitely a good old wine."

"My friend is not an ordinary person. It is impossible to give me fake wine. This is definitely 65-year-old Moutai. You can drink more today and enjoy it." Now is not a good time to tell everything all through. Otherwise, this meal will not be able to eat today. After he finished the meal, he will tell the truth about his experience during this period.

"Even if this bottle of wine is not Moutai, it must be aged with a vintage, and the price is definitely not low. Why didn't I know that you have such a powerful friend, so you can give you such an expensive bottle of wine at hand?" Xiao Zhenshan always felt that The son seems to be hiding something from him.

"This matter is too long to talk about, and I don't know it clearly for a while. After I finish eating, I will talk about the ins and outs of the matter."

Xiao Yao turned off the topic, "My cooking skills have improved a lot during this period. How do you guys taste it?"

Bai Yuzhen first picked up a chopstick-flavored potato chip, and after a bite, his face was extremely surprised, "It's so delicious! How could potato chips be so delicious!"

Then she picked up a few chopsticks one after another, and while eating, she said vaguely: "I haven't eaten the food in a five-star restaurant. I think even the delicacies of mountains and seas can't compare to this plate of potato chips. . It's so delicious, son, you are amazing!"

"Is it that delicious? Are you too exaggerated?" Xiao Zhenshan was a little disapproved of his wife's abnormal behavior.

Bai Yuzhen directly brought this plate of potato chips to her eyes, "This plate of potato chips is mine, you can eat something else."

"How old is it, I'm taking care of the food. I tasted a bite, and the rest is yours." Xiao Zhenshan took a chopsticks and potato chips. After taking a bite, he suddenly showed a look of shock.

"Son, amazing! When did your cooking skills become so high?" Xiao Zhenshan, because of his work, did not eat less food from chefs all over the country, but he was able to make simple potato chips into supremely delicious dishes. Today he still Tasted for the first time.

He really couldn't believe how could ordinary potato chips be so delicious? This unspeakable delicacy, even those famous dishes made from the delicacies of mountains and seas, cannot be compared.

"Let’s have a meal today, and I’ll tell you the details. After the meal, I’ll tell you in detail. Otherwise, I’m afraid you and my mother won’t have the mind to eat." When talking, Xiao Yao himself Started to eat.

After inheriting Panwu’s cooking skills, today is the first time he cooks dishes by himself. Although there is still a little gap with Panwu’s craftsmanship, it is very close to the deliciousness in memory. After he ate the first bite, the chopsticks in his hand Can't stop anymore.

Xiao Zhenshan and Bai Yuzhen were completely conquered by the supreme delicacy of a table. Xiao Zhenshan couldn't even drink the 50-year-old Moutai. The family of three bowed their heads and could no longer speak, chopsticks kept talking. Eat vigorously.

This meal was eaten so quickly, it ended without even 20 minutes.

Except for Bai Yuzhen's hands-on cooking of braised prawns and red braised mutton, the other four dishes were all eaten thoroughly. Instead, the 50-year-old bottle of Moutai was not drunk much.

After putting down the tableware and chopsticks, after the kitchen was cleaned up, a family of three sat on the sofa. Xiao Zhenshan asked earnestly: "I haven't seen you in half a month. You seem to have changed a lot. Let's talk about it, what's the matter? "

"It's like this. Some time ago, after I closed the store one night..." Xiao Yao recounted his experience during this period of time. Of course, some things that need to be concealed must have been taken away in one stroke.