Liu Yue'e glanced at Zhang Manyu: "Go quickly."
Manyu smiled and said, "I'll go try it."
Man Shen walked over and took off her apron. Shen Fang handed her a wine glass.
"Try it and see how it tastes."
Manshen took the wine glass and swirled it, creating a vortex of bubbles. The wine was clear and transparent, without a single bubble.
When poured into the mouth, it swirls around in the oral cavity, the flavor is very rich, and not sour or astringent at all.
Man's eyes lit up.
"Give me some more."
"You like it, right? This thing is quite expensive."
Shen Fang poured another large glass for Man Shen.
Little Ma has finished drinking.
"Brother, have some more. This wine is really good. It tastes so much better than regular wine."
"Nonsense, this bottle costs almost 200,000 yuan, of course it tastes good. Zhuang Jiacheng got it for me. He made a lot of money last time, so he got me a whole case. If you want some, we'll have it for lunch."
"Wow, 200,000 a bottle? That's more expensive than Lafite!" Wang Gang was somewhat shocked.
"Is this drinking alcohol or gold? One sip and at least several thousand dollars are gone."
Shen Fang smiled and said, "It was a gift from someone else, and it didn't cost any money. If you like it, I'll cook it for you at noon."
"Brother, come over for lunch, I brought some good wine specially."
Ye Daying patted the red wine jar he had brought.
"Brother Ye, what's this? Is it tiger bone wine again?"
Ye Daying shook his head: "There aren't many of those left. This is 80-year-old Moutai."
"How many years? An 80-year-old Moutai?" Shen Fang was very surprised.
"Is this stuff still drinkable?"
Ye Daying smiled and said, "I tasted it. It's authentic, not spicy at all, and even a little sweet. It's perfectly fine, without any problems. This isn't the kind that's been mixed up; it's genuine aged liquor, which I brought here specifically."
Dad's mouth was watering. What would 80-year-old Moutai taste like?
Old Zhang laughed loudly: "I've had this stuff before, it's really intoxicating. It tastes pretty smooth, not spicy at all, almost like drinking a beverage. But this is really good stuff, Big Eagle, you really have a way with things, getting this and such a big jar of it."
"Good heavens, 80-year-old Moutai! This is at least from the early Republic of China era." Little Ma was dumbfounded. He had never heard of 80-year-old Moutai before. Wow.
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