Chapter 233: Wine Tasting
Chapter 233: Wine Tasting (Short chapter, updated every weekend)
"What kind of wine is this, Daoist friend?"
Cheng Xinzhan asked.
The taste of this wine is dense and sweet. It tastes like pear juice at first, and is as fragrant as spring dew and summer grass. There is a hint of sourness when it passes through the throat, like the wind in early autumn. When it is swallowed, there is a warmth spreading in the stomach, as if it was exposed to the warm winter sun from the inside out.
After drinking the spiritual wine, the vast and pure spiritual energy transforms into magic power and flows into various meridians and acupoints, making the whole body feel comfortable.
This is a soft yet powerful wine.
Just like the owner of the wine.
“Kiwi pear wine.”
Zhan Qi Sanren answered.
"Oh?"
Cheng Xinzhan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile,
"How should I punctuate this sentence? Pear wine brewed by kiwis, or wine brewed with kiwi pears? Let me guess. This kind of fine wine, when it enters the mouth and stomach, seems to make people experience the rotation of the four seasons. This kind of wine is so ingenious that it is beyond human efforts. It should be monkey wine?"
Zhan Qi Sanren smiled and nodded.
"No matter how you punctuate the sentence, it's not wrong. This is kiwi pear wine brewed by kiwis. What you said about the four seasons rotating is really the essence of the matter. It takes more than five years from picking the fruits to brewing the wine."
Cheng Xinzhan nodded. It was not surprising at all. Everyone knew that the best winemaking masters in this world were all from the monkey tribe.
"Really good wine!"
He exclaimed, picked up the wine glass and took another sip, thinking in his heart that the monkey wine in Shu is extremely famous, but he also heard that the monkeys in Shu have a very strong temper. Except for the famous ones, ordinary people can't taste it.
Does his wine come from any of these companies?
After everyone has tasted the wine of Zhan Zhuo Sanren, it is then the turn of Zhu Yue Sanren to serve the wine.
"My fellow Taoists, please try the 'Huanhuaxiang'."
Zhuyue Sanren poured wine for everyone.
The wine made by this wanderer is light green like willow buds in early spring. The liquid is clear and you can see the bottom, with the fragrance of wild flowers and grass leaves.
Cheng Xinzhan took a sip. The wine was very light, cool and refreshing on the tongue, with a light floral scent. It went down the throat smoothly without any spicy feeling. It felt cool in the stomach, but not enough to make people feel uncomfortable as if being invaded by the cold.
"This wine is best drunk in the heat of summer. Today is the right time, but the wrong place. I have been in this cool and refreshing place for two days. The heat has gone away, but it is a little bit lacking. I think I should have tasted this when I first entered the mountain. It must have been refreshing and refreshing."
Cheng Xinzhan said frankly.
Zhu Yue San Ren didn't take it seriously when he heard this, instead he said apologetically,
"Brother Yunlai is right. Wine tasting also has to be done at different times. I usually like to drink cold wine, but I have neglected all of you brothers."
Cheng Xinzhan felt a little embarrassed and said,
"This is already an excellent wine. I am just talking nonsense."
Upon hearing this, the drunken man stopped Cheng Xinzhan from speaking.
"Yunlai, this is a wine tasting party, not a compliment party. Just say what you tasted. We don't accept flattery here."
Everyone listened and nodded, including Zhuyue Sanren.
"Yunlai's wine review is reasonable and interesting. Come and try my "Pyracantha Brew". I want to hear Yunlai's opinion."
Flunyan Sanren said with a smile.
The woman's wine was as red as agate, and you could see bits of fruit pulp.
Another sweet and refreshing fruit wine?
Cheng Xinzhan raised his head and hand, then drank it all in one gulp.
hiss--
Cheng Xinzhan took a breath of cold air.
hot!
It was really spicy! Cheng Xinzhan drank too fast, and his mouth, throat, and stomach were all on fire, burning his face red.
"Hahaha--"
The flushed man laughed loudly and said,
"Zhou Yue, there are not many people who dare to drink my "Pyracantha Brew" in one gulp. Your cool wine will come in handy. Quickly share some with fellow Daoist Yunlai."
The flushed lady covered her lips with her hands and laughed so hard that the flowers and plants shook.
Seeing that Cheng Xinzhan was trying hard to remain calm, but his face was clearly red and tears were in his eyes, Zhuyue Sanren couldn't help but laugh. He followed Funyan Sanren's advice and poured another cup of "Huanhuaxiang" for Cheng Xinzhan.
Cheng Xinzhan naturally did not refuse, and immediately drank the "Huanhuaxiang" in one gulp. Now, he really felt like he was in the summer heat.
"Yunlai, how about my wine?"
Cheng Xinzhan was already drunk at this moment, he replied,
"There are three times when it is best to drink Daoist Fenyan's wine."
"Oh? Which three?" Fenyan Sanren asked.
"First, it's cold, and you can't sit for a long time, and your blood circulation is blocked."
Upon hearing this, Fen Yan San Ren nodded and said, "Not bad."
"Second, when I want to drink Huanhuaxiang."
Fen Yan Sanren laughed, "You are right."
"Third, when you are confused and at a loss, looking ahead and behind."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
The flushed man asked with a smile.
Cheng Xinzhan said,
"The wine of Daoist friend is like fire and knife, stirring blood, strengthening heart and courage, so it can be drunk when you are hesitant."
Upon hearing this, Fenyan Sanren clapped his hands in joy and said,
"Yunlai really knows wine!"
Then, Cheng Xinzhan tasted Li Baisanren's "Autumn Moon over the Jin River", which was as clear as spring water, with a hint of golden yellow. It smelled faintly of osmanthus and was slightly chilly, making people feel calm.
"Last night the West Pond was filled with cool dew, and the sweet osmanthus blew away the fragrance of the moon."
Cheng Xinzhan commented.
Next came Hu Qing Sanren’s “Sword Throat”, which I had just tasted at Li Cheng Xinzhan’s Stone Pavilion outside the mountain two days ago. It was like drinking wind and snow.
The last one is the wine for drunken people, called "Ku Ju", which is also very interesting, it is actually a medicinal wine.
This wine has a bitter yet sweet taste and a strong aftertaste. When you feel the bitterness is gone, the spicy taste comes up.
Cheng Xinzhan's comments are still sharp.
"This is a drink for the elderly to reminisce about the past. Young people don't need to drink too much."
When the drunkard heard this, he laughed loudly and agreed with it deeply.
Next, it was Cheng Xinzhan's turn to invite everyone to taste the wine.
At this time, the drunken man said again,
"Yunlai, you can't use your true fire essence. That's not wine. It's just the spiritual liquid condensed from the fire spirit of the sun!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Xinzhan smiled and nodded, and poured another kind of wine for everyone.
The wine is turbid and doesn't look like a good wine.
But these old wine lovers were obviously not the kind of people who just looked at appearances, and they all raised their glasses to taste the wine carefully.
"hiss--"
Everyone gasped.
"What a strong wine!"
Huqing Sanren said that the taste of this wine is very similar to his "Sword Throat" and he likes it very much.
"It's like swallowing a sword, or even more like swallowing a knife, but the aroma of grains is more intense. I'm used to drinking nectar and fruit wine, but after taking a sip of this wine, I feel that this is the real taste of wine."
As Fenyan Sanren spoke, shaking her head, the blush on her face became more and more obvious.
"What Fenyan said is true. This wine is called "Shao Dao Zi"!"
Cheng Xinzhan laughed and said,
"This is the wine brewed by my mortal friend. How is it? Hey, don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers. In a good year, there are enough chickens and pigs to entertain guests. Back then, just because of this Shaodao, I stayed in their village for several months and finally emptied their cellar!"
"Fellow Daoist Yunlai, have another drink with me."
The first person to toast such a strong liquor was not Fenyan Sanren, nor Huqing Sanren, but Zhanqi Sanren, who liked monkey fruit wine. He handed over the empty cup.
Cheng Xinzhan naturally filled it up.
Zhan Qi Sanren closed his eyes this time, sipping the wine carefully as if no one was around, and said after a while,
"That's right, that's right. Fellow Daoist Yunlai's two sentences are so sincere and heartfelt that they seem to come naturally. I was inspired to add two more sentences to the story. Please forgive me for making fun of you."
Cheng Xinzhan looked at Zhan Qi Sanren and said,
"Fellow Daoist, please accept my humble words. I am all ears."
Zhan Qi Sanren seemed drunk, and his eyes, as gentle as water, flashed with a bit of confusion and reminiscence. He only chanted,
"Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers,
Good year to stay guests foot chicken and dolphin.
If I could drink with my old friend,
Even if the wine is muddy, it still tastes mellow. "
(End of this chapter)