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Chapter 149 The Birth of Famous Wine

The candle shadows flickered and the charcoal fire warmed, blocking out the snowflakes all over the sky.

Luo Qianhuai sat in front of the desk. In front of him was a piece of silk, on which hundreds of medicinal materials to be purchased were listed.

It wasn't because she was willful and extravagant, but because Mr. Mo had made careful arrangements before. Most of the cabinet was filled with silk for her to write on, but the cheap bamboo slips were nowhere to be seen.

On such a cold and snowy day, there was no need for her to send people out to buy things again.

Before contacting Zhu Niang to purchase goods, she had to list her needs first and then negotiate the price.

Looking at gold under a candle is a very pleasant thing, but Luo Qianhuai is troubled.

There are simply too few. When she first entered Changling City, her total wealth was twelve loaves of gold, but now she only had five loaves of money left, plus three thousand and five loaves of gold.

Prices in Changling are really high, and money is spent really fast. Pottery pots and rice wine for preparing alcohol, parting gifts for Mr. Mo and a group of colleagues, the net worth and decoctions of Yan Shu and Yan Ning, as well as the cost of making several common medicines by themselves, each of which It's not cheap even if you think of it, but it's scary when you put it all together.

Luo Qianhuai had a headache. Since you want to open a medicine hall, no matter how high or low the medicinal materials are, you have to buy a lot of them. But she only has so much money left in her hands now, and she has to leave the daily expenses of four people, which makes her very stretched.

It would be nice if those eight pieces of gold were still there. It would be great if the money bag was not taken away by an unscrupulous BOSS.

He is obviously not short of money, and he certainly does not take this thing seriously, but he still wants to rob the poor and give to the rich, so where can he reason?

Luo Qianhuai's eyes drifted to the corner of the table. There were two old wild ginsengs that she had obtained from the Yushan Garden's secret warehouse. They were brought back so roughly, but only a few roots were broken, and the overall appearance was still intact.

If it is padded with soft silk and packed in two exquisite boxes, it should be worth a lot of money.

But unless absolutely necessary, which doctor would think of letting go of an old ginseng that can save lives at critical moments?

She was frowning in thought, when Xingjiu knocked on the door and announced: "Ms. Zhu is here."

Zhu Niang did not come empty-handed. Behind her were four men, each carrying two red-lacquered food boxes.

As soon as she entered the gate, she kept looking around. After smelling the lingering aroma of wine in the backyard, she took Luo Qianhuai's hand affectionately, with a smile on her face that looked as flattering as she wanted.

Luo Qianhuai instinctively felt that something was wrong. This person Liu has never had a good impression of her. The last time he took the initiative to give a big gift, he forced her to do her best. She must not be fooled again.

She tried her best to break free from the other party's hand and took a few steps back: "Ms. Zhu came here without telling me. I wonder if she has something important to do?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, she added: "But I have been working hard these past two days, and I am really weak at the moment. I am afraid I will disappoint you."

"Madam Luo, you have misunderstood." Madam Zhu did not feel dissatisfied at all, but smiled even more charmingly: "It is precisely because I know the hard work of Madam Luo that I specially ordered someone to prepare the delicious dishes and snacks that the building specializes in. Please Enjoy it, lady.”

As soon as she said this, the guys behind her stepped forward in silence, opened the eight red lacquer food boxes one by one, and took out eight meat, eight vegetarian and four-color fruit snacks.

It was snowing heavily outside, but the food and wine were still warm, especially the modified Yang Fang Tibetan Fish dish. The mutton is cut open and stuffed with fish. After it is stewed and then grilled on a small charcoal stove, it is a fat lamb dish. The rich aroma and the deliciousness of the fish are overflowing, and just smelling it will make you want to eat.

"Mrs. Zhu is interested." Luo Qianhuai will not treat him badly in terms of food: "Since we are here, let's dine together. If you have anything to say, you might as well talk while eating."

Zhu Niang smiled and agreed, but she saw Luo Qianhuai turned his head and asked Xingjiu to call the Yan family brothers and sisters to come and eat together. Although Yan Shu and Yan Ning are young, their manners and movements during meals are very well behaved. It can be seen that they have been well taught.

Zhu Niang could see it clearly, and there was a strange color in her eyes. It's just that she didn't come here to eat with Luo Qianhuai today. She said in just a few words:

"I always feel that something is wrong. It turns out that there is food but no wine." She said with a smile: "It was all my negligence. I forgot to prepare wine, so I had to bother Mrs. Luo. How about buying me a pot?"

Luo Qianhuai smelled the distilled alcohol all afternoon, and it would be strange if he still had the thought of drinking.

"I don't have wine here." She shook her head and said, "If Madam Zhu wants to drink, she might as well go back to Mingyue Tower."

Madam Zhu did not expect that Luo Qianhuai would not give her face like this. She bit her back teeth and quickly put on a smile: "I heard that Madam Luo is going to open a medicine shop in Changling."

Because the Yan Shu brothers and sisters were present, she deliberately omitted Mr. Mo in her words, as well as the relationship between herself and Luo Qianhuai because of him.

"Although I haven't been in Changling for a long time, I have a lot of relevant connections. If Mrs. Luo needs help with anything, please feel free to ask and I will do my best."

Luo Qianhuai had been thinking about how to speak since Zhu Niang's visit. At this time, he was naturally willing to accept the olive branch she threw at him: "It's true."

Most of the close ties in this world are based on interests. When both parties want something, it is easy to achieve a win-win result.

Luo Qianhuaiyun drank half of the alcohol. This kind of alcohol obtained by distilling low-alcohol wine contains unique amino acids, fructose and other substances after fermentation of rice wine. It is not as thin and tasteless as the medical alcohol in the previous life. It can be obtained by blending and diluting it with low-alcohol rice wine or fruit wine. A medium-alcoholic wine with excellent taste.

Before the distillation method was discovered, the highest degree of brewing wine was only over [-] degrees. High-strength wine in previous lives, whether domestic or foreign, was almost always made using this method. If it is blended and then cellared, the taste will be better.

Luo Qianhuai first mixed the same amount of rice wine to make a wine of about [-] degrees, and asked Zhu Niang to taste it.

Zhu Niang runs a restaurant and has tasted many kinds of drinks, but she has never seen anything like this.

The color is clear, the aroma is mellow, and the taste is sweet but not sour. After entering the stomach, a fire rises, and the whole person is instantly warmed up - it is really an unheard of good wine.

"Madam Luo, did you make this kind of wine?" Tasting high-strength wine for the first time, her face turned pink, but she held Luo Qianhuai tightly with her hands, and there was longing in her eyes. The meaning almost swallowed her up.

Luo Qianhuai was speechless. Sister, do you still remember your true identity? In fact, you are not a restaurant owner, but a secret agent?

Maybe it’s because of his dedication to doing what he does and loving what he does that he was sent to host such a large restaurant?

But it also gave her a hint.

"The method of making this kind of wine is actually passed down from my ancestors. It is very precious." She sighed: "If not, what if we sell it to you because of our relationship?"

　Recently, the rankings on the monthly vote list have declined, reaching outside the top [-], which has seriously affected the author's creative passion (it is said that the enthusiasm for troublemaking in the system has also been greatly reduced). It's snowing heavily, the road is icy, the wind is blowing against my face, and I can hear the cry: I beg you all, please vote for me monthly! ! !

　　

　

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