Interstellar Chef God: She's Sweet and Sassy

Transmigrating to the interstellar era, what's the first thing you want to do? Pilot a spaceship? Wear mecha? Gather subordinates? Conquer the stars and seas? Jane, a descendant of imperial che...

Chapter 276 Osmanthus Wine

Chapter 276 Osmanthus Wine

A group of people gave her a thumbs-up, and then their eyes were drawn to the wine jar on the table.

"What kind of wine is this? It smells so good!"

Xiao Mufeng stared at the wine in Rabbit Dad's bowl. He drank until only a thin layer of light yellow wine remained at the bottom of the bowl. He swallowed and said, "The color looks good too. Can I have a glass?"

"If you want to drink osmanthus wine, pour it yourself." Jian Yan said softly, comforting the rabbit father who was rubbing his big head against his neck and shoulders.

"Then we won't be polite."

Compared with natural food, the empire's wine and beverage market is quite prosperous and has a wide variety of products.

It is not uncommon to add flowers to wine. I have also tried osmanthus wine.

However, they had never seen osmanthus wine with such a refreshing aroma.

The light yellow osmanthus wine is clear and transparent with a rich aroma.

Placed in a glass, it looks like amber that has been baptized by time. In terms of appearance, it deserves the word "beautiful".

As for the feeling of entrance...

First, there is a cool and refreshing fragrance that is unique to osmanthus that sweeps through the entire mouth like a small hurricane, followed by sweetness that is neither strong nor greasy, but just the right amount of refreshing.

It is sweet with a slight astringency. Normally, once wine is associated with astringency, the taste will be degraded and it may even get stuck in the throat.

However, the osmanthus wine brewed by Jianyan does not have this phenomenon. Instead, it tastes unexpectedly smooth and mellow.

Coupled with the cool and refreshing fragrance of osmanthus that seems to be able to take away souls, almost the moment it enters the mouth, a warmth spreads from the tailbone all the way to the internal organs, and finally reaches the forehead, making the whole body feel intoxicated and comfortable.

The refreshing and smooth osmanthus wine does not have the stimulation of sauce-flavored, strong-flavored and other liquors, but its aftertaste is not bad at all. The sweet and soft taste with just the right slight stimulation and aftertaste is so delicious that it gives people goose bumps.

It also makes people have endless aftertaste.

After drinking the wine, the group of people did not rush to take a second sip, but instead savored the mellow aroma with a hint of sweetness.

It tastes good. This osmanthus wine is really delicious.

I feel like my internal organs are filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

Finally, Luoyang couldn't help but sigh, "The lingering fragrance, good wine!"

"It's really a good wine. The flower wines served at state banquets are not as good as this wine."

As he spoke, Lu Jinxiu asked Jian Yan, who was smiling, "Yan Yan, did you brew this osmanthus wine yourself?"

"Um."

Jian Yan responded, and seeing Xiao Mufeng quickly pouring the second cup, he reminded him, "This is osmanthus wine brewed using ancient methods. It's ten years old and has a strong aftertaste. You all should take it easy and be careful not to get drunk."

This wine was brewed by her father to celebrate her coming of age when she turned eighteen. Ten jars were brewed together, namely peach blossom wine in early spring, lotus wine in early summer, chrysanthemum wine in autumn, and osmanthus wine.

After the wine was brewed, it was sealed in the jar and buried under the thick osmanthus tree in the backyard of the Jian family's small building. It was buried there for a full ten years.

When burying it, my father joked that he would dig it out and drink it on her wedding day.

Later, her father died in a car accident. She thought that her father was destined not to see her wedding day, so she and her father decided to drink this wine together in front of his grave.

I have to let my dad taste the wine he brewed himself.

So, the night before sending her father back to his hometown for burial, she dug out all ten jars of wine.

She offered her father three cups of osmanthus wine in front of the grave. After a few minutes, she felt dizzy and could not even sit still. She took a hangover pill to get rid of some of the alcohol, but after returning from the cemetery, she fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)