Shen Cheng is really a capable person. He not only has quick work but also has a very good vision. Just say that the construction team he found is worthy of having worked in ancient buildings, and he is really easy to build Zhou Dong's villa.

Flowing springs and waterfalls, with a hundred feet of silver flowers wrapped in green grass,

In the evening sun, the pond is subsided, and thousands of miles of waves reflect the yellow bamboos.

The central building of Zhou Dong, the villa is three bamboo houses under the waterfall, half hanging above the cliff, with a waterfall hanging above it. It crosses over and falls into the Ajie Lake below and stirs up countless splashes of water.

The bamboo house is not made of modern building materials, and is made of bamboo and wood. It is made of old yellow hard bamboo and old camphor wood when drying. It not only forces away all kinds of mosquitoes and termites, but also has a faint wood fragrance and bamboo fragrance, which can best help sleep.

In the evening, the waterfalls were roaring, and the water mist and flowers were reflected by the sunset. Rainbow bridges appeared below. Sitting on the wooden platform extending flat in front of the bamboo house, and being fumigated by the warm wind in the Ajie Valley, it was really a "warm wind that made the tourists drunk, and they only regarded the Zhou family as their own."

Such a good place, I don’t want to leave after I’ve been here, and people can’t help but feel the idea of ​​“occupying the magpie’s nest”.

Dong Qishen picked up the tea on the bamboo table in front of him and drank it. He nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect this Ajie Valley is really a good place.

Xiao... Xiao Zhou built some courtyards here, and it is said that he wanted to respect his parents. This is really rare. Nowadays, few young people of his age are as filial as him."

Although the master is hard to find, from all the signs, it is undoubtedly true that Zhou Dong is his junior brother. Now he has the opportunity to catch Zhou Dong and praise him.

It’s okay for Huang Mingju to be. Like him, they are all people who have been blessed by Chef Hu. Lu Zhiwei and Yi Zhiyu were almost vomited when they heard it. They thought to themselves that you still have to finish it. Zhou Dong is very outstanding, but you don’t have to take a chance and praise him endlessly, right?

"Boy Zhou chose a good place, but how old he is, he fell in love with this kind of life of living in seclusion in the mountains and wild clouds and wild cranes?"

Yi Zhiyu was a little uneasy: "I'm afraid it's not just for the sake of filial piety to his parents, right?"

If he came here too, it would be a pity. With his qualifications and current cooking skills, if he devoted himself to studying, he might not be able to become the youngest chef in Chinese history before he was fifty."

"Lao Yi, why bother with this?"

Lu Zhiwei shook his head and said, "Everyone has the right to choose a life. If the youngest Chinese divine chef hides in the mountains and becomes a legend of a generation, what's wrong with it?

Drinking wine and drinking fine wine is the right place to be in such a place. I think it's very good."

Yi Zhiyu glared at him: "You old drunkard!"

"Haha, the good wines of Shandong people are famous in China. This shows that we Shandong people are honest and kind, and do not act sly at the wine table."

Lu Zhiwei laughed and suddenly pointed at the wooden plank road that had been built shortly under the platform: "Here you come, you are here, a few guys crouching in the wine cellar are here, our fine wine is here!"

The four of them also ran to the wine cellar for a walk. After all, they were not as shameless as they were waiting for new wine with a group of young people. They simply ran to the "Bibo Bamboo Courtyard" that Zhou Dong had just completed.

Teacher Guo and Teacher Yu were originally there. Because they received a temporary meeting yesterday, the victim could not refuse. The two teachers left first with deep regret. When they left, they even told Zhou Dong to do it. When the generals and ministers left the cellar, they would express their delivery to Kyoto to us...

From a distance, Zhou Dong and Huailiangren, Yan Yi and Cang Yanshan came over. Zhou Dong held a tray in his hand, which contained several signature side dishes with large wine jars, and two big-bellied wine pots. When he approached several old men, he found that these two wine pots were actually very exquisite, and they were the same set of wine glasses as they matched, namely the cloisonné crane-mouth pot and the cup with cloud pattern edge.

Zhou Dong is really not such a pretentious person. Moreover, the rice wine is drunk with a coarse sand and small black bowl. These two sets of cups and pots are actually given by a good person. They also said that rice wine can be drunk lightly and slowly. This is even more so for top rice wine. If you drink it any more, you will not be able to lose your identity!

Zhou Dong asked him what our identities were, and Lao Huai immediately gave him a look. You are friends of the recipient of the French Blue Belt Medal. Is this identity not prominent enough?

Zhou Dong nodded, and it seemed that this was reasonable. Yan Yi vomited at that time. Cang Yanshan looked suspicious. He was a Cantonese genius and a Michelin three-star chef. How do you think there is danger of reincarnation?

"Several old men, I have made you wait for a long time."

Zhou Dong placed a few side dishes on the bamboo table, then picked up the crane-mouth pot and poured wine for the old men.

As for Huailiangren and others, they threw a pot directly over, but Cang Yanshan snatched the aisle. I was responsible for pouring the wine. If the wine was sprinkled half a drop, it would be a sin!

Is there such an exaggeration? Cang Yanshan is a wine king of the generation and a wine brewing master of the country. Seeing that he said this, everyone's sense of expectations was even higher.

When Zhou Dong poured wine, everyone stared at the wine.

I saw a faint blue color of the wine, just like the blue sky that had just been washed by rain.

The most strange thing is that when Zhou Dong pours the wine, everyone can't smell the wine at all. It's not like ordinary rice wine. If it's cheap, it will smell the wine. If it's a good wine, it will also have a scent of cellar. If Zhou Dong's wine is not a strange color, it smells no different from boiled water.

"Strange, this Jiang Xianghe actually has no taste?"

The four old men are all old, and they feel strange and don’t ask too much. At least they can guarantee that they won’t be embarrassed. Yan Yi has some understanding of the way of brewing wine, but he only reads and doesn’t say it. However, Huai Liangren has a Western style and asks if he doesn’t understand.

"Haha, when the generals and the generals are in harmony, there will be no trouble, so why bother to have sound and color?

After trying it, Chef Huai knew that it was a pity that such a good wine was sold at a high price in a big wine tank..."

After being rejected by Zhou Dong, Cang Yanshan is still deeply resentful and is thinking about how to think of a way to make Zhou Dong be willing to sell him the wine. This wine is of great use!

"So this wine is called harmony between the generals and the ministers?" Huai Liangren couldn't help but want to reach out.

Zhou Dong beat him in the back of his hand: "What are you worried about? The old men haven't drunk it yet."

After finally waiting for several old men to raise their glasses. As soon as they touched their lips, Huailiang couldn't wait to pick up the glass and let it go. Cang Yanshan and Yan Yi were not slow to move, and they both tasted the wine at the first time.

"This is......

Is this the reunion of generals and ministers who are both silent and silent? They are so fierce at the entrance, and seem to be even more fierce than Sanwan Wugang!"

After drinking a glass of wine, the expressions on everyone's faces became extremely rich, and their noses, eyes and mouths were squeezed together in this endless enjoyment. In an instant, the forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. They pursed their lips tightly, and they suddenly exhaled for a few minutes.

A self-proclaimed gentleman like Huailiang actually slapped the table hard: "Good guy, if this wine is sold in France..."

Seeing Zhou Dong's expression seemed displeased, he quickly changed his words and said, "Ah haha, this wine... is so wonderful."

Everyone nodded. In fact, how could this harmony of the generals and the generals be described as a wonderful word?

Just like the legendary story, the wine also has two tastes, one is spicy and stimulating, as if the person who wants to stimulate is crying madly, the other is mellow and upright, and finally completely tolerate the spicy and stimulating feeling, forming a kind of calm and warm energy, making people feel elated.

This is not wine, it is simply a wonderful thing that only immortals are qualified to drink...

Give it! No matter whether it is a "gentleman" like Huailiangren, or a dignified wine king of Cang Yanshan, a monk and lay disciple who speaks of Amitabha Buddha, and four old men who should have the spirit of an elder... they are all crazy, fighting for each other, and in a short while they drink all the two pots of generals and ministers.

This is a big belly crane mouth pot, one pot can hold at least five kilograms of wine!

"It's true that the generals and ministers are in harmony!"

Cang Yanshan slapped the table excitedly and repeatedly shouted: "The wine is good, the name is better.

In ancient times, there was a general Lian Po, who was like a fire and repeatedly provoked Lin Xiangru, but Lin Xiangru was generous and finally convinced Lian Po.

From then on, Zhao Guowen had Lin Xiangru, martial arts had Lian Po, civil and military affairs were united, and Qin did not dare to offend him...

What a good name, Zhou Jiushen is really amazing. It is certainly difficult to make such a good wine, but it may be even more difficult to give such a good name. Cang admires it."
Chapter completed!