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Even if she doesn't like Qingfengxiao, Zhuo Lian won't show it on his face. After all, Zhuo's family is quite famous throughout Bianzhou. At this moment, if she says Qingfengxiao is not good, it will be of no use except for appearing frivolous and incurring disgust.

The wine in the pot was already dry, and she caught sight of everyone's coveted eyes. She pursed her lips, swiftly extinguished the fire, arched her hands at the people surrounding the outside, and then packed up the stalls and folded back to the store.

"No matter what the name of this sake is, it tastes really good, my saliva is almost flowing out, but unfortunately I won't sell it today, so I can only buy it tomorrow." The rich middle-aged man was full of regret and stared straight at him. With the tightly fitted door panels, I couldn't help but sigh.

A thin young man next to him sneered: "Come on, isn't it just sake? There are several wineries in the city that can brew it, which is a rare thing? I am afraid that it is not because of the Huan family's money that will help them speak. "

Father Lin is also a wine lover. He frowned and retorted: "Although Lin has never tasted the bottomlessness, but smells the aroma of the wine, he can tell that no lime is added. "Hanquanji Qingyun" refers to this kind of sake. You can be ignorant and ignorant. Don't spit blood."

The middle-aged man also nodded repeatedly, apparently agreeing with Lin's point of view.

Someone recognized his identity and kept murmuring: "Isn't this the boss of Bowen Teahouse? If he is greedy for money and profit, he will not spend any money to set up nursery schools every year to give a helpless child a place to settle down. So, how can a wealthy businessman like Boss Fei be bought by someone?"

Hearing this, the thin young man turned blue and did not dare to offend such a wealthy businessman. He squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared quickly.

Zhuo Lian didn't know anything about what happened outside the wine shop. She put the heavy iron pan back into the kitchen and saw that Uncle Fu was cooking by the stove, so she rolled up her sleeves and was ready to help.

"Lianniang, there are big fireworks in the kitchen, you and your wife don't go inside, or go to the bar." As he said, Uncle Fu waved the spatula, obviously rushing people.

Since the creation of the Xiangquan song, Fu Shu's attitude towards her has changed drastically. There is no more disgust and suspicion in the past, so Zhuo Lian can't disobey his instructions, so he has to withdraw from the kitchen.

Huan Shen and others sat on the stone table in the courtyard. Luo Cheng stretched his neck and looked at the warehouse, and said in a continuous voice: "Brother Huan, your rice wine is already brewed. Can you sell me some of it? Take it back. The family can honor and honor my father."

"Yes, yes, but there are not many sakes, and the price is quite high. They only sell one liter per person, not much."

Luo Cheng threw the peeled peanuts into his mouth and said vaguely: "One liter is a lot. A few drinks are enough to drink for half a month."

While speaking, Zhuo Lian walked to the table with a tray. She lowered her head and held up the bottle with her palm to pour the wine. The emerald green liquid rolled down, and although the aroma was not as strong as heated, it was very domineering and stimulating, and it could almost take away people's spirits.

Luo Cheng's eyes straightened and his Adam's apple kept sliding. When Zhuo Yan placed the cup in front of the crowd, he took a sip, his resolute face suddenly turned red like blood, and he couldn't help coughing while covering his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Yang Hu stared and asked: "This wine smells very fragrant, is it so unpleasant?"

Huan Shen never spoke. At this moment, Zhuo Lian was standing beside him, and those catkins gently stroked the bottle. The skin and flesh were smooth and the nails were moisturized. He had done a lot of rough work, and he didn't even have a single cocoon. The thick porcelain bottle should be several times more detailed, I don't know how it feels to touch it.

Luo Cheng coughed for a long time, but did not answer when he recovered. Instead, he held the wine bottle in his arms and did not let go anyway. The people here are not fools, so how can you not understand what is going on? When I was about to deliver the drink to my mouth, I tasted the spicy and mellow taste. One or two of them were stunned. I didn't expect that the drink would be like cornel, and the tip of the spicy person's tongue would tingle.

"Rice wine is preferably smooth and spicy. Qing means the liquid is clear, not muddy or turbid, and no floating ants floating on it; just the wine is pure in body and transparent in color; slippery means that the wine is not sweet and will not stick to it. On the cup, the taste is supple; as for the final spiciness, it represents the level of alcohol." Zhuo Lian explained with a smile.

Most rice wines of the Zhou Dynasty are sweet and very spicy. It is very rare for people who are addicted to wine. Faced with the sweet and soft glutinous mash, it is really hard to taste.

"I have lived for twenty years, and the first time I drank this kind of wine, my sister-in-law, brother Huan was so stingy that we only allowed us to buy one liter. Can we buy one bucket? Money is not a problem."

The turbid liquor is on the battle, and the sake is on the rise. The clear bottomless has just been brewed, and it hasn't been in the store. If all of them are sold to the guards of the city, how can the wine shop become famous?

"There is not much inventory at home. Please forgive me. If there is a new wine next time, the concubine will definitely send it to the house." Putting the porcelain bottle on the table, Zhuo Lian said a few more words and turned back into the warehouse.

It's a pity that Luo Cheng, Yang Hu and the others are connected, but they know the difficulties of the Huanjia Restaurant, and they didn't force it.

Black eyes stared at the slender and slender back, Huan tilted his head cautiously, drank the rice wine, the fragrant and mellow liquid ran across the throat, and the body seemed to be a fire, and the limbs were surging. With enthusiasm.

The next morning, before the Huan’s restaurant opened, there were many customers standing in line under the stone steps. Among them, most of them were men, while women were few.

As soon as Huanmu opened the door, she was stunned.

A customer said with a throat: "Madam boss, why don't you start selling wine? The wine bugs in our stomachs are about to be hooked out!"

"Wait, it's sold."

Huanmu rushed into the room quickly, while Zhuo Lian stood in front of the porcelain urn, tearing open the sealed red paper, gently stirring the wine grapes in his hand, and the transparent wine water slipped from mid-air, making a jingle.

"Qing Wu Bot has just come out of the cellar. Everyone can buy at most one liter, three hundred liters per liter."

In the past, in order to keep the wine shop from closing, Huanmu kept the price of the glutinous mash extremely low, only 20 liters per liter, the price was low, almost to the extent of a loss, so as to attract more customers to come. However, the cost of brewing sake is ten times that of turbid sake. Zhuo’s Qingfengxiao sells for three hundred liters per liter, and it is still priceless. Zhuo Lian can trust his craft and does not intend to sell it at a low price.

"Lianniang, you are too unkind, one liter of three hundred words, how can you sell it at such a high price?"

"Let’s lower the price. Qing Wu Bot only has a similar name to Qing Feng Xiao. Is it possible that it can really be better than others? Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog. If I knew the price was so high, I might as well go to Zhuo’s restaurant."