Abandoned Master's Cultivation

"Wine cream!" the fat man looked at a layer of paste on the surface of the wine jar with horror on his face.

Hearing the word "wine cream", everyone looked at the wine jar. Even Jiang Wuchen turned his head. Wine cream can't appear casually.

Li Zhenyun, a barber, had a shy smile on his mother's face. "I buried it in the year I came. It's been 30 years. I thought I couldn't drink it in my life."

"Old Wei Zi, go get the spoon. Come on," said the fat man.

Giatti brought a spoon.

The fat man took it over and dug out the cream like wine cream. "I've never seen such a snow-white wine cream. You're good at saving wine."

Although the barber is old, he is still elegant. This elegance looks like a pinched woman. His temperament is somewhat similar to his younger brother Fei Yuqing. "When I was in San Francisco Chinatown, my father-in-law sold wine. This technique is ancestral."

A large bowl of wine cream was dug up, giving off a special flavor. This flavor is not wine flavor. Matsushima Jixiang has never seen or smelled this kind of thing.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

"Wine cream, I just said," said the fat man.

"Mash is an inch in diameter, and floating ants are like ping!" Jiang Wuchen said.

The crowd turned to look at him with consternation on their faces.

"This is what Zhang Heng of the Han Dynasty said. Li Shan, a scholar of the Tang Dynasty, said: 'the diameter inch is the diameter inch of the wine paste', and the wine paste has appeared since then." Jiang Wuchen explained faintly.

The crowd still looked at him. Xiaohong and Ah Mui had envy and worship on their faces.

"Don't you know?" Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "I thought you knew about wine cream and his related culture."

"I only know how to eat and drink," said the fat man with a silly smile. "When it comes to culture, there is no."

"How to eat wine cream?" Matsushima Jixiang is very interested in this traditional Chinese culture, which she can't touch in Dongyi.

"Do you want to eat?" Xiao Hong looks at the fat man.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "Sima Guang said in his poem, 'the wind sends flowers and the smoke blows the wine cream'. The wine cream needs to be blended. This esterification phenomenon is produced after a long time of fermentation from the wine liquid. It's hard to eat dry. How sweet the wine liquid is depends on the level of the blending person."

"Master Jiang is a real expert without losing money." Li Zhenyun, a barber, said with a smile.

"How to mix? Directly mix water?" asked the fat man.

Li Zhenyun shook his head.

Jiang Wuchen smiled and said, "sit down. I believe Mr. Li knows."

Li Zhenyun smiled humbly and said, "I know a little. The blending is not good to drink. Don't be surprised."

He asked gerati to bring a transparent three liter transparent container.

Pour the liquor into the container. Li Zhenyun dug out some of the liquor cream, slowly poured it into the wine and shook it evenly. He immediately took out the kerosene lamp and baked it below.

A moment later, the liquor cream in the liquor melted, and the liquor was slightly yellow and viscous.

Li Zhenyun poured a cup and sent it to Jiang Wuchen.

The crowd swallowed their saliva and saw Jiang Wuchen drink it up.

"How's it going?" asked the fat man.

Jiang Wuchen nodded, "comparable to Qiongjiang Yuye."

The fat man excitedly picked up the transparent container, poured several cups respectively, took one cup and drank it, "hiss, good wine, I Luo yongpao have never drunk such fragrant wine."

Matsushima Jixiang took a cup and took a sip. In an instant, the taste buds in her mouth burst open, and the pure wine fragrance spread instantly. She had never drunk such a wonderful wine.

This thoroughly wine overturned her impression of Chinese baijiu.

The fat man took up his wine glass and the five looked at each other. The remaining four also took it up and looked at Jiang Wuchen with hot eyes.

"If it weren't for master Jiang's action, five of us would die here. I don't thank you. I Luo yongpao owe you a favor," said the fat man.

Xiao Hong's cheeks were red. "Master Jiang, I respect you. What will happen in the future... I'll go out to help you."

Old Wei Zi coughed and said, "I don't know how long I can live. From today on, this life will be given by master Jiang every day in the future."

"Don't belittle yourself." Jiang Wuchen thought, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, filled it with some pills everywhere, and found a Huiyuan pill, "you can eat it."

"Pill?" gerati's eyes suddenly took a clear light.

"Your life is mine. Listen to me." Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

Without saying a word, re atti picked up the pill and swallowed it. For a moment, he only felt that there was a severe pain spreading from the stomach. This pain was transferred to the liver with the meridians. The stinging rib didn't hurt at this moment.

For a moment, gerratti flopped down on the ground, "Jiang Shi is equal to me and is equal to reconstruction!"

"Get up." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

The Hui Yuan pill he refined has the effect of resisting tumor, which has been verified by Li Li. The effect of this drug has been expanded by Jiang Wuchen. For ordinary tumors, only one pill can stabilize the disease.

A master like re atti, maybe this pill can make him recover.

Li Zhenyun said, "I can't speak. Anyway, I think it's enough to meet Master Jiang in this life. I'm a pity to live. If master Jiang wants my life, I can take it out at any time."

Ah Mei said, "you've said what you should say. What else can I say? Mr. Jiang, do you need service?"

"Ha ha ha."

Everyone laughed.

Jiang Wuchen chatted with the five people. He was very relaxed and said with a smile: "I came here today to simply eat a large plate of chicken. I didn't expect to meet your five best products and hide in the city. It's true."

Jiang Wuchen took a sip of wine and looked at the fat man, "are you from the Luo family?"

"Master Jiang has a good eye. The fat man doesn't dare to hide his real name. I'm Luo yongpao, but in this old street, everyone calls me pig fat." the fat man said.

"The Luo family's thunder running fist is also famous in the capital, and it is said that you had a venerable person in the pre Qing Dynasty!"

"It's true. It's my grandfather's grandfather. At that time, my father Luo worked as a bodyguard in the imperial palace. We taught the emperor's Kung Fu." Luo yongpao said, but he was very excited.

"How did you get here?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

This is what the other four people want to know. They look at Luo yongpao together.

Luo yongpao's face suddenly added a touch of bitterness, "everyone has a little secret, and I also have it. But when master Jiang asked, I naturally told the truth. I am the scum of the Luo family and was expelled."

"Your Kung Fu is good."

"Did something outrageous?"

Luo yongpao shook his head, "it has nothing to do with me. I'm the product of my father's combination with my mother after he was drunk..."