Cheng Mansion, in the hall.

Cheng Yaojin and his son, like three fools, stared blankly at the middle of the house, shaking Fang Yiai, and was stunned...

I saw Fang Yiai say again: "Wine, you naturally have to use a luminous cup. The poem says: 'Grape wine is luminous cup, and you want to drink the pipa to urge you immediately'."

"The grape wine turns bright red. When our men drink it, they lose their heroic spirit. After pouring it into a luminous cup, the wine is like blood. Drinking wine is like blood. There is a poem that says: "Ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laugh at the thirst and drink the blood of the Huns'..."

"What a wonderful poem! How magnificent!"

With Fang Yiai's description, it seemed as if he saw a heroic general, who rode on the battlefield, thirsty and drank the enemy's blood, showing his true nature. "Gudong" the father and son swallowed a saliva.

Cheng Yaojin had long lost his temper and shouted loudly.

"This jar of pear blossom wine is paired with a jade cup. The poem says: 'Red sleeves weave persimmon leaves to praise, green flags sell wine while taking advantage of pear blossoms'. Hangzhou restaurants sell this pear blossom wine, and the green flags hang the green flags, which reflect the pear blossom wine with great spirit."

"You kid really knows wine. I bought this pear blossom wine from Hangzhou, and you can tell at once." Cheng Yaojin also praised and admired it.

Fang Yiai was surprised. This poem was written by Bai Juyi. Lao Bai was born a hundred years later. This restaurant is now available, a century-old restaurant!

Do you want to buy it?

Fang Yi loves you as a person! He shook his head and reminded himself not to be too greedy, so he dispelled this idea, "I must use a porcelain cup when drinking this daughter's red color, but the Tang Dynasty porcelain is too rough and cannot achieve the effect..."

Brother Cheng Chumo was already obsessed with it, what should I say? I admire Fang Yiai, like a surging river.

"Fang Er is amazing, the world's fine wine is as painful as needles and needles"

"On average!"

Fang Yiai smiled and was modest and polite, thinking to herself: "I am just a little bitch when drinking, so how can I have this style? I still have to thank Mr. Jin."

When I saw "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", I felt that this stanza was very good at drinking. I couldn't help but read it a few times and then remember it. I didn't expect that I would really use it today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pretend.

"Grape wine luminous cup, good! Hahaha..."

Cheng Yaojin slapped his thigh and shouted, "If Cheng Yaojin ignored any other poems, he would definitely feel disgusted with literary disgustingness."

"This syllabus wine will be my old journey in the future. Don't go outside and talk nonsense!"

But he is a man who loves wine. He is said by the younger generation that he does not understand the way of drinking, so he is inevitably unwilling to accept it. Moreover, this passage of wine is so wonderful that he naturally has to remember it. The next half sentence also expresses his heroic appearance in his heart.

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Fang Yiai looked dull. She was already ashamed of copying someone else. She wanted to find a crack in the ground to turn in. She had never seen such a domineering person who robbed him directly.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin was more shameless than himself, and he snatched this comment in front of him.

Cheng Yaojin's momentum that came out of the sea of ​​blood was not built. When he was threatened by his eyes, Fang Yiai smiled flatteringly, "Don't dare, don't dare! Everything depends on Uncle Cheng."

"Hahaha, come and have a drink!"

Cheng Yaojin was happy and wanted to pull him to drink again. In order to avoid being pulled back to the table, Fang Yiai quickly said, "Oh, although there are many wines here, the only disadvantage is that they are too light. Even the strongest Sanleju in Chang'an is nothing but a le."

"You boy, you're still panting when you say you're fat. I'm drinking all over the world, but there's nothing more intense than Sanle Juice. You're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!"

Now, Lao Cheng was dissatisfied again. He knew how to drink, but he was not as good as Fang Yiai, but when it was his turn to drink, he said second. No one in Chang'an dared to say first. A little guy dared to say such a big talk...

Faced with Lao Cheng's ridicule, Fang Yiai looked down on her and continued: "There is no in this world, and it does not mean that it does not exist!"

Noting the eyes of the father and son, Fang Yiai smiled freely and easily, "Yes, I have a way to make wine that can make stronger wine. I wonder if Uncle Cheng is interested?"

"Gudong! Is there really a stronger wine than Sanleju?"

Cheng Chumo swallowed a saliva on the side. He knew Fang Yiai more than Cheng Yaojin, and it was easier to believe Fang Yiai. After hearing what he said, the wineworm in his stomach was hooked up.

"You boy won't fool me, right? The wine recipe is a secret that you don't know, how could you know?"

Old Cheng is also greedy, but he is more savvy than Cheng Chumo and his brothers. After experiencing so much with Fang Yiai, he will trust him unconditionally.

"I dare to say that, of course I am sure! I can still run away. If Uncle Cheng takes on this business, the boy will naturally prove it."

"If you don't take out the wine recipe, how can I believe you?"

Fang Yiai and Lao Cheng looked at each other for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Uncle Cheng, you won't... plan to bully me, the junior, cheat the recipe out, eat alone, right?"

"What's wrong!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at him suspiciously, then slapped his thigh and agreed, "Okay, I will believe you once! What should I do with this winery?"

"My nephew produces the winemaking formula, Uncle Cheng pays for it, and we are 50% of them, how about it?"

Although Cheng Yaojin was careless, he was not vague in the business world. After hearing Fang Yiai's conditions, he shook his head quickly, "No, no, why is it all the money I paid, only half of the money..."

"Look, I will have to be at least June 4th, I will be six and you four."

"Uncle Cheng, I invested in technology, and it is reasonable to account for half of it. I can't give in anymore." At this time, Fang Yiai would not give in.

The two of them faced the wheat heads, and they couldn't stand it.

"If you say so, I will not do this business."

Fang Yiai became even more straightforward, sat back, picked up the bowl and started eating.

"That's it. It's not just you who can afford money in Chang'an, but I only know the recipe. I want to let go, but there are many people who want to do business."

Old Cheng pursed his lips and thought, it was this reason, and his attitude immediately changed. "What a good temper for you boy! When you talk about business, you have to have a relationship. Why do you turn the table up and down if you have a disagreement?"

"I've taken over this business!"

"Uncle Cheng no longer thinks about it?"

"Boy is looking for a fight, and he dares to mock me."

Old Cheng slapped over, and Fang Yiai immediately became honest. There were still some details to talk about later. Old Cheng was also very eager to drink good wine in front of him, so he naturally would not drink it again.

After the meal, it was still early, so I sat in Cheng's house for a while...

Fang Yiai was very curious about the legendary figure Cheng Yaojin. He asked some brainless questions. Three tricks must be mentioned, but he was very disappointed.

It turns out that Lao Cheng doesn't use an axe at all, and the horse spear is his weapon.
Chapter completed!