Qingshan washed her hands and took out a jar of bamboo leaf wine from the space. This wine was brewed after the military training in her freshman year. There were less than ten jars left. It had been stored in the space for more than one hundred and twenty years. The wine had turned dark green and was sticking to the wall. It was mellow and fragrant, just like the best nectar.
Qingshan only took out this wine during the Chinese New Year to satisfy Chen Jianguo and Luo Zhentian's cravings. Every time, the two of them would sip it from a two-cent wine cup, which was very rare. Today, in order to celebrate Luo Shaohui's resurrection, they made an exception and opened a jar to celebrate.
Qingshan placed the bamboo leaf wine next to Luo Shaohui. She didn't have a wine glass in her space, so she used a whiskey glass.
"Uncle, this is the bamboo leaf wine I brewed. Although it's not a strong liquor, it tastes good. Try it and see if it suits your taste!"
Luo Shaohui, influenced by Luo Zhentian's words and deeds, is also a master of wine jars. When he heard that the wine was brewed by his niece-in-law herself, Luo Shaohui's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the mud seal on the jar.
Even before the cork was removed from the jar, a rich, intoxicating aroma of bamboo leaves wafted out, and Luo Shaohui immediately felt his mouth salivate. With such a strong aroma, this wine must have been cellared for at least seventy or eighty years. Didn't his niece-in-law say it was her brew? How could it be older than the brewer? Strange! However, Luo Shaohui's love for wine had been piqued, so he didn't have time to think deeply. He pulled the cork and poured himself a glass of aged wine.
Luo Shaohui was about to take a sip when Qingshan stopped him, "Uncle, your stomach is empty. Even if this is medicinal wine, it will inevitably hurt your stomach. You should eat a few bites of food first!"
Luo Shaohui thought so too, picked up his chopsticks and hesitated between several dishes, unable to make a decision. The table was full of meat, vegetables, cold and hot dishes, with all kinds of colors, aromas and flavors. He didn't know which one to eat first. In the end, Luo Wenyuan picked up a piece of radish and beef brisket with chopsticks and put it on his plate.
"Uncle, have a piece of beef brisket—"
Qingshan is surrounded by so many foodies, so he usually makes a point of buying high-quality eggs, milk, fish, and meat, storing them in his space for easy access. Qingshan's radish and beef brisket, made with Japanese Wagyu beef, is tender, juicy, and nutritious, making it a perfect tonic for those like Luo Shaohui who suffer from chronic malnutrition.
Luo Shaohui picked up the beef brisket and put it in his mouth. He nodded continuously while chewing, then took a few more bites with his chopsticks, mumbling incoherently, "It's so delicious!"
Only after he had eaten half a plate of radish and beef brisket did Luo Shaohui let out a sigh of relief. He wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, looked at Qingshan with a smile, and asked, "Niece-in-law, can I drink now?"
Qingshan nodded and teased him with a smile: "Uncle, with so many delicious dishes, do you still have room for a drink?"
"To be honest, it's a bit difficult. My niece-in-law, your cooking skills are amazing. When you and Wen Yuan get married, I'll often go to eat with you! But wine is like food. The more you drink, the younger you become. If I don't drink myself younger, how can I have the face to go back and see Old Luo? So even if I have to eat less today, I have to drink all the wine! Haha - sizzle, huh? Good wine! Good wine!"
Luo Shaohui took a sip of bamboo leaf wine and immediately smiled. His intoxicated expression was exactly like Luo Zhentian's.
Qingshan placed a platter of fried beans in front of Luo Shaohui and gave it to him to eat with wine. Luo Wenyuan poured Qingshan a bowl of chicken soup, skimmed off the oil on the top, and blew it cool carefully.
Qingshan also picked up a fried peanut and said, "Uncle, can I ask you a question?"
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