Upon seeing this, Fu Song immediately introduced the origin and brewing method of watermelon wine.
He thought that everyone would be very interested after hearing about watermelon wine.
Unexpectedly, most people looked at each other in confusion after hearing this, and some even took out their mobile phones and started playing by themselves.
Finally, someone asked hesitantly, "Boss Fu, is watermelon wine really drinkable?"
Fu Song was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Aren't watermelons poisonous?"
"Watermelon... is poisonous?" Fu Song was confused. It was the first time he heard of such a thing.
The man nodded. "Yes, we grow watermelons over there, and we mainly use the seeds to extract oil. Of course, the pulp and skin of the watermelon can also be used as pesticides."
"The flesh and skin of watermelon are used as pesticides?" Fu Song was no longer confused. He felt like he was living in another world.
Zhang Jiuyue whispered, "You don't understand the situation here.
In fact, in a large part of Africa, watermelons grown there are poisonous.”
Fu Song also came to his senses at this time: "It is poisonous, but isn't Africa the birthplace of watermelon?"
“Yes, Africa is indeed the birthplace of watermelon, but precisely because it is the birthplace, there are many varieties of watermelon here.
According to incomplete statistics, there are as many as 137 varieties of watermelon in Africa so far, 29 of which have been identified as containing dangerous toxins.
In addition, the development of agriculture in Africa has only been a few decades, and their domestication of watermelon is still in a relatively primitive state.
Even the non-toxic watermelons have a very ordinary taste, and even have a strong sour taste. They can't be compared with our watermelons at all."
"Is that so?" Fu Song was stunned. "Doesn't that mean that watermelon only became popular after being introduced to our country?"
Zhang Jiuyue smiled and said, "This situation is quite normal, right? Aren't there many things that have been promoted and developed in our country?
Especially agricultural products, such as rice comes from Vietnam and potatoes come from the Netherlands.
Corn, sweet potatoes, etc. are also imported products.
It’s just that most plants don’t fare so poorly in their native habitats like watermelon does.”
Fu Song thought about it and it seemed to be true.
Not to mention anything else, just when it comes to rice cultivation, the Chinese dare to claim to be second, and no one dares to claim to be first.
only……
Looking at the group of mobile phone agents in front of him, Fu Song couldn't help but feel a headache.
He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to change the characteristics of a certain food once they were ingrained in one's mind.
For example, Chinese bird’s nest.
Bird's nest has always been regarded as a high-end tonic on the same level as ginseng and is expensive.
But in 2011, it was suddenly identified as highly toxic and was criticized as worthless.
Almost in an instant, this nutritional holy product became like a rat crossing the street, and everyone wanted to kill it.
The reason for this is that the saliva secreted by the petrel during the nesting process can easily deteriorate and produce carcinogens such as nitrite and mold due to changes in the natural environment.
Just pay attention to whether the bird's nest is moldy when purchasing.
However, it was of no use. The stereotyped impression had already been formed, and the sales of bird's nest in China have been stagnant till now, with no sign of recovering its peak reputation.
Foodies in China are like this, let alone other countries.
So your watermelon wine will probably get cold.
Fu Song did not try to convince these people that watermelon was not poisonous.
This is too difficult and prone to misunderstandings.
He planned to take it back or sell it in India.
Suddenly, a voice said, "Watermelon wine? Do you really have watermelon wine?"
Fu Song was stunned. The person who spoke was a black man.
The other person's eyes were fixed on him, and Tong Kongzhong was full of desire.
Fu Song nodded: "It is indeed watermelon wine. How come you know this thing?"
For some reason, he always felt that the other person looked familiar.
The man shouted, "Of course I know about watermelon wine, it's the real good stuff.
Do you have it with you now? Take it out and let me taste it."
Fu Song signaled to a staff member, and soon a cardboard box was brought out.
The man rushed out, tore off the tape and took out a glass bottle.
The glass bottle uses a semi-frosted process, which looks hazy with the bright red wine and is very beautiful.
The man immediately became excited: "That's it."
After saying that, he took out an empty bottle. The shape and packaging of the empty bottle were exactly the same as the watermelon wine bottle.
Fu Song slapped his forehead, and he finally remembered the identity of the person in front of him.
"Are you Hot Zack Winters?"
Rezak Winters was also stunned for a moment. He looked at Fu Song carefully and asked tentatively, "Are you the Chinese who saved me?"
"Shit, is it really you?"
Fu Song felt a little helpless. In his eyes, all black people in Africa looked the same.
In addition, when Zack Winters was unconscious due to heatstroke, he looked haggard and miserable, which was completely different from his current radiant appearance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."
"I should be the one feeling embarrassed. I forgot my savior." Rezak Winters was also a little embarrassed.
Of course, he was so lost in thought that everything he saw was mosaics, and he was also face-blind to Chinese people, which led to such a dramatic scene.
The other black people heard the conversation between the two and looked at Zach Winters.
"Hey, man, you said this watermelon wine is good, is that true?"
Rezak chuckled and said, "Of course it's true."
After saying that, he opened the bottle, poured himself a glass, and drank it all in one gulp, his face full of intoxication.
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