He stared at the beef rolls tumbling in the pot with focused eyes. The moment they were cooked, he picked up his chopsticks as if he was practicing swordsmanship. Quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, he picked up the beef rolls, placed them in a bowl, wrapped them with seasonings, and put them in his mouth, looking very enjoyable.
Ye Jinghong originally maintained the elegance of a manor owner, but as the yellow throat went down his throat, his chopsticks became noticeably faster, and even afterimages appeared. From the whole plate of yellow throat, only Leng Qingqiu picked up two pieces, and the rest went into Ye Jinghong's bowl.
I have to say that those who practice swordsmanship are different. Chopsticks are used as swords.
Pei Yun took out the Maotai he bought from the mall and said, "Seniors, how about trying my wine?"
After saying that, he took out a wine glass and poured a glass for both of them.
Ye Zhaoyuan looked at the crystal clear wine glass and felt a little surprised. This Qianhu Suo was very extravagant. They even used glass cups to drink wine.
The wine in the glass was crystal clear, yet it exuded a mellow aroma that he had never smelled before. It was neither as mellow as the Jiangnan yellow wine, nor as strong as the Saibei Shaodao.
Just the smell of it aroused his alcohol addiction. He was a heavy drinker and everyone thought he was very strong when sober, but they didn't know that Ye Zhaoyuan's drunken sword was the strongest.
However, after he became a top-notch master, there were very few alcohols that could make him drunk, even the strong liquor from Beihu was not strong enough.
He didn't take his time to savor the wine, but drank it all directly.
In an instant, a soft yet penetrating aroma of wine exploded in the mouth, and at the same time, an unprecedented burning sensation bloomed in the mouth like a raging fire.
The degree of 53 made Ye Zhaoyuan squint his eyes involuntarily.
The throat seemed to be pierced by a line of fire, and the scorching heat burned all the way along the esophagus to the stomach, but then turned into a warm current in the chest and abdomen, spreading to every part of the body.
“Ahem…”
Even though Ye Zhaoyuan was an old drunkard, he drank the glass of wine directly at this moment, and couldn't help coughing lightly a few times, with surprise in his eyes.
The strength of this wine was far greater than any other wine he had ever drunk, and more importantly, it was not only strong, but also very fragrant.
“Good wine!”
Ye Zhaoyuan exclaimed that he liked this wine better than hot pot.
He simply reached out and took the bottle of wine on the table, filled the glass with wine, and started drinking it.
Ye Jinghong also took a sip at this moment, and his eyes lit up as well. His alcohol addiction was not as strong as Ye Zhaoyuan's, but he also liked to drink.
Even the daughter's red wine stored in Cangjian Villa for 18 years cannot compare with this wine.
Thinking of Nv'erhong, Ye Jinghong also thought of his daughter. He sighed and said, "Pei Yun, if you can hand Lu Jingxuan over to us, I will make you my friend at Cangjian Villa."
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