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Chapter 43 The Wine Bet

The store’s discount information is hung at the door of the store. Buy five and get one free, which means that no matter which type of wine, you will get one free of five pounds.

If you guess it, you can be free, but if you don’t guess it, you just don’t have any discounts. This bet can be played.

The most important thing is that Wang Ping'an obtained the "Treasure Book of the God of Food". As one of the ingredients and seasonings, it is also one of the abilities of the God of Food.

The store owner Wang Jingxuan was threatened by two young people and couldn't stand his face, so he wanted to use his professional knowledge to suppress the other party and let out a sigh of anger.

Since he wanted to bet, Wang Ping'an had to indicate the bet so that the other party would not be able to lose money.

"I guessed right, you gave me five kilograms of the best wine? And, you won't deliberately announce the wrong answer, right?" Wang Ping'an said.

"Uncle is not such a person." Wang Jingxuan said while patting his chest.

"Brother, let's buy wine honestly and don't bet with him. We haven't even drunk wine. How can we know which one is the best?" Wang Fengxi persuaded in a low voice.

"Have you never eaten pork, can you still see pigs running? Don't worry, I know what's going on." Wang Ping'an said confidently.

"..." You have never counted the numbers in your mind from one to ten, right?

Wang Fengxi felt deeply puzzled by her brother's mysterious confidence.

While speaking, Wang Ping'an scanned the entire wine shop. There were five wine jars on both sides of the shop, both large and small, with only some vague numbers on it, and there were no price and year marks.

The wine brewed in nearby villages all sounds loose, but it is actually quite complicated.

Differentiate between raw materials, there are wine made of corn, wine made of rice, wine made of sorghum, wine made of wine made of five kinds of grains, etc.

According to wine koji, it can be mainly divided into small koji wine, big koji wine, red koji wine, maiquji wine, bran koji wine, etc.

When Jiuye was young, he worked as an apprentice in a large state-owned winery in Sichuan Province. Later, for some reason, he returned alone in his thirties. With his superb winemaking skills, he stood firm in Huaxi Town, got married and had children, and lived to this day.

The cheapest wine in his family is corn wine, which is spicy and stimulating. Only some old alcoholics or poor coolies like this kind of powerful wine.

A slightly better wine is made of rice, called rice wine locally, about 50 degrees Celsius, with a soft taste and a unique fragrance. It can be used as a ration wine for ordinary families.

Better wines are sorghum wine, which are bitter and mellow and have a strong aroma. The simple-made wine is kept at around 52 degrees and stored for a period of time. It is more suitable for drinking, or you can also make herbs to drink.

The best wine brewed by Jiuye is naturally Wuliang wine. It is said that the taste is very similar to Wuliangye in Sichuan Province, and it costs 50 yuan per pound. Rural people think it is expensive and the sales volume is not high.

But the real good wine in the store is naturally aged wine, and it is also the most expensive wine in the store. It is usually stored for six, eight or ten years before it is sold, and it has a strong and special fragrance.

Wang Ping'an was not lazy either. Starting from the first one on the left, each wine jar was opened, frowned and sniffed, and then closed it.

He didn't speak, he sniffed the left and then started sniffing from the right. It took less than a minute to sniff the ten jars of wine.

The shop owner Wang Jingxuan curled his lips secretly, thinking that if he wanted to identify the quality of ten kinds of wines, he still needed to taste them.

You two fools, if you can tell the difference by sniffing it, then I will live streaming to eat Xiang! You also have to eat hot!

"Haha, how about it? Can you tell me if you can't? If you can't, just admit defeat. There is nothing to be ashamed. Uncle has used wine as a drink since he was a child. He practiced for twenty or thirty years before he was a little bit small."

Wang Jingxuan smiled proudly.

Wang Ping'an did not give him too much chance to be proud. He pointed to a small jar near the counter and said, "This jar of wine is the best."

Wang Jingxuan's smile suddenly stiffened: "How could you smell it? The jar of wine in the innermost part of the right has been stored for eight years. The taste is similar to this jar, why don't you choose that jar?"

"Ha, I'm confused." Wang Ping'an said seriously.

"Yeah, did my brother guess correctly? Uncle Huozi, you can't betray the debt, otherwise I'll tell Master Jiu." Wang Fengxi shouted excitedly.

"I'm confused? This... this... OK, I'm willing to accept the loss. I'll give you five kilograms. This is a real good wine that costs 80 or 90 yuan per kilogram for ten years of age."

Wang Jingxuan's eyes were twitching with pain, and at the same time, he was glad that he was not too proud and did not express his oath to eat Xiang.

He found a small plastic bucket for wine, which is similar to a mineral water bottle. The bucket can hold five kilograms and a large bucket can hold ten kilograms.

Put a stainless steel wine spoon into the mouth of the barrel, use a bamboo wine spoon to get the wine from the jar, and then pour the wine into the leak.

The big wine spoon is specially made, one spoon is exactly one pound. After taking it five times, it just filled the transparent plastic bucket, leaving only a few centimeters of empty space.

From the outside, it can be seen that the wine is a little yellow and shaken, with a kind of viscous feeling, the foam is even, and some wine drops flow slowly down the wall of the barrel.

"Thank you for the good wine from Uncle Jingxuan. When will you have time to come to my house to eat watermelon?" Wang Ping'an took the wine and thanked him politely.

"What are you giving me? Uncle is willing to accept the loss and never eat your watermelon. I have a bad stomach and can't eat it cold." Wang Jingxuan waved his hand angrily and reminded them to leave quickly.

At the door, the big yellow dog had been impatient for a long time. Before getting on the bus, he wobbled and pulled a soak of shit outside the wine shop door, steaming hot.

Wang Jingxuan was disgusted. Damn, this dog is sincerely unable to get along with him? It seems that this vow cannot be established randomly, and there will be problems.

On the way, Wang Fengxi asked curiously: "Brother, why do you guess the best and most expensive jar of wine? Don't say it's confused, I don't believe it."

"Actually, it's very simple. This jar of wine is the smallest, closest to the counter, and smells the most fragrant, and has almost no spicy taste. Which one to choose if you don't choose it? It's not wrong to say it is confused," Wang Ping'an explained.

"..." It seems to make sense, but Wang Fengxi feels that there must be other reasons.

When I got home, I heard laughter from the main hall, and my mother was busy working alone in the kitchen. Although I bought some cooked food, I had to cook another soup or stir-fry two hot dishes to make it more decent.

The voices of the village party secretary Wang Deli and the village director Wang Jingyi are both very loud, and they are worthy of being grassroots cadres in rural areas.

Wang Ping'an brought the wine and food into the main hall, and his sister went directly to the kitchen to help.

Village director Wang Jingyi was so angry that his chest hurt when he saw Wang Ping'an the day before yesterday. When he saw Wang Ping'an, he didn't want to let it go: "Oh, Ersha bought a lot of vegetables today. Let me see what they are? Roasted rabbits, beef sauce, pig ears... Not bad, they are all hard dishes. Haha, your father asked me to do business today, you have to drink a few drinks with me."
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