Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian gave Qu Yi a weird look, and walked to the hall, and said, "It's just an ordinary guest. Is there anything wrong? If Brother Yi is too idle, it is better to care about the girl Dan Ling. She is pregnant. When you are pregnant, you must not take it lightly."

She stretched out her hand to open the curtain, sat at the table, and wrote on the paper the precautions for making the song, such as the weight of the cake, the method of preparation, and the length of the dry time, all clearly stated.

Qu Yi was born tall and magnificent. Standing next to Zhuo Lian's body, he could see the content on it with a little probe. He was shocked and asked: "Lianniang, the secret recipe for wine making is especially precious. You write it down on paper. , What if I let others get it?"

"Although the cakes are important, the quality of the drinks is related to many factors. Brother Yi doesn't need to be impatient." Zhuo Lian said unhurriedly.

After the wine shop opened, Uncle Fu was busy in the kitchen. Although there were Yang Wu, Chi Zhong and Qu Yi making wine, the staff was still not sufficient. Write down these key points. Even if new people are recruited in the future, as long as they do things step by step, There will be no problems. In the past life, there were hundreds of long-term workers in the wine shop, and no one has searched for the secret recipe for brewing coix. There is no need to worry so much.

Qu Yi's eyes were full of disapproval. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Qu rushing in in a hurry and said: "Ms. Lian, Zhuo Yujin is here, and she is also with a young man next to her. In the box, how can this be good?"

Due to too much suffering in his early years, the Qu family did not have a good impression of Zhuo's family. For fear that these brazen and despicable men would make trouble with wine, they quickly stepped into the hall, hoping that his daughter could have a countermeasure.

Hearing the words Young Master, Fan Zhujun's face appeared in Zhuo Lian's mind. She frowned, took Qu's hand, patted it comfortably, and then turned and walked to the box.

As soon as I got up the stairs, I found two tall guards standing in front of the door, their faces were firm, and there was a suffocation lingering around them, which looked uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" One of them held his saber tightly and kept looking at Zhuo Lian with a vigilant look. The attitude was really not good.

"I am the owner of this restaurant."

If only Zhuo Yujin came to the door, she would not be too nervous. After all, Zhuo's family used more stigma methods, and they couldn't think of any new tricks. But Fan Zhujun also followed. This young lady had chased her directly before. When I arrived in Bianzhou, I don't know what I thought.

The guard didn't reply, only looked at Zhuo Lian with a look that could be called contemptuous. It is this woman who is obviously a widow and does not obey women's way. Like Hu Ji, she is usually coquettish in the store. If it hadn't resorted to tricks, how could a little-known wine shop have so many customers?

Zhuo Lian was not in a hurry, turned and walked to the innermost room on the second floor. That room was not a box, but a place for his family to rest. There were various dried meat on the table, which were made by Uncle Fu himself. Yes, he is proficient in cooking, coupled with the high quality of the raw materials, the taste of the food is naturally not bad.

After a thin layer of the door, Zhuo Yujin also heard the conversation outside. She thought Zhuo Lian would be angry and would rush in regardless, but the movement disappeared.

Fan Zhujun was holding a wine cup in his hand, and the light green wine was slightly rippling, exuding a scent of aroma.

"Yu Jin, Zhuo’s Qingfeng Xiao has been selected by Guanglu Temple Shaoqing. This kind of glory is beyond the reach of the Huan family. Why did you even take me to the wine shop?" She raised her head and put the cup in the cup. The wine was drunk.

There was a bit of grievance on the beautiful face of the woman, and she said in a dumb voice: "The cousin lived in Bianzhou for a period of time. She also knew how badly I had suffered. Renqing, in the end only bought an unremarkable well. Zhuo Lian has long understood the trickyness in it, and she just played with me deliberately!"

Fan Zhujun sighed helplessly.

In any case, Zhuo Yujin is her cousin. She can't care about Zhuo's affairs, so she can only accompany her to the wine shop.

Suddenly, the woman got up and opened the door, and asked with a gloomy face: "Where is the woman who just spoke?"

The guard pointed at the end of the corridor, and replied in a respectful voice: "If you return to the table, Zhuo is in the innermost room."

Hearing the sound, Zhuo Yujin's hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists, and her nails almost pierced the flesh. Zhuo Xiaotong’s scolding still echoed in her mind. She no longer hesitated and walked forward quickly. As soon as she opened the door of the room, she saw the woman sitting at the table, dressed in plain clothes and beautiful eyes. The posture is extremely leisurely.

"Are you looking for me for something?" Zhuo Lian's rebellious tone was not really warm.

Zhuo Yujin was choked, shut the door with a slam, and asked with dark eyes: "You knew that Wumingjing had a problem, right? That's why you moved to the capital so happily and opened a wine shop."

"You took the wine shop with all your means, and the Wumingjing was included in it. It was the choice made by the Zhuo family. How can I be blamed?" Zhuo Lian raised his eyebrows and put the tea cup back into the wood. On the table.

Thinking of her mother's explanation, Zhuo Yujin took a deep breath and suppressed the fire in her chest. "Lianniang, what kind of ecstasy soup did the Huan family give you? Let you treat them as a cow without complaint. Ma? You are a girl from the Zhuo family. Even if you are a widow, you should live a life of good clothes and food. You are busy and laborious day by day. I feel distressed when I look at it..."

Zhuo Lian opened her mouth to speak, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of her clothes passing by. She lifted her lips and asked, "In your opinion, what should I do? I am worthy of myself?"

Zhuo Yujin smiled, "Qingfengxiao has been presented to His Majesty. It will be sooner or later that Bianzhou is selected as an imperial wine based on his father’s brewing craftsmanship. Bianzhou is small and remote, far inferior to the prosperous capital. Zhuo’s family will definitely do it. Move over, you still have time to repent now, lest you lose all your money in the future and lose all your money for life and safety."

"Oh? Repent, what is meant by repentance?" Zhuo Lian deliberately stretched his tone, and his voice became softer, as if moved.

"Which method did you use when you brewed without bottom? Didn't you add lime in the process?" Zhuo Yujin didn't care about the recipe of the cake. The knack of wine made her very excited. If she didn't get it, the quality of Qingfengxiao would be difficult to improve.

Zhuo Lian smiled and curled his eyes, "I did not add lime."

Most of the literati and inkmen of the Zhou Dynasty disliked the gray feeling in the wine. Over the years, Zhuo Xiaotong and Zhuo Yujin's father and daughter tried countless times, but still did not find a substitute for lime, so Qingfengxiao could never reach perfection.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yujin stiffened, her breathing was a little bit short, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Let's say, how much money do you need to give the prescription?"

"I'm not a greedy person, as long as the Zhuojia Winery is 100% dry stock is enough, and the whole winery will become my thing by then, so naturally there is no need to add lime when cooking the wine."

Zhuo Yujin's face rose to the color of pig liver, and she was not a fool, so how could she not hear the sarcasm in a woman's words?

"Zhuo Lian, you can't forget your roots when you are a man. If the Zhuo family had not raised you for so many years, you would never have the chance to marry Huan Jin, nor would you have the chance to make wine."

"You make sense. My father did raise me up. When he is old, I will give him money on a monthly basis. There is no difference." The woman nodded again and again.

"You!" Zhuo Yujin never expected her to be so oily and salty, her eyes widened with anger, and her expression was extremely ferocious, as if she was about to eat Zhuo Lian into her stomach.

"Yu Jin is sick? Her face is so ugly, it is better to find a doctor for treatment as soon as possible, so that her condition will not get worse."

Zhuo Yujin has lived for so many years, and it is because Zhuo Lian suffers. She and this half-sister seem to be innately at odds with each other. They have been disgusted with each other since they were young, and it is even more disgusting at this moment.

Standing outside the door, Fan Zhujun tightened his lips and walked in. Seeing the pitiful and pitiful appearance of his cousin, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed for a while.

"Zhuo, you are the Zhuo family after all, do you really feel guilty for repeatedly insulting your biological sister?"

"Young Master Fan is so kind, why didn't he want to help us? It was in the twelfth lunar month of winter when the Huan family was driven out of Bianzhou and rushed in the snow. They suffered a lot all the way. These were all thanks to Zhuo Yujin. If I remember correctly, Young Master Fan is still a good friend of my uncle. Isn't it worthy of Paoze to act like this?" Zhuo Lian only yelled at him mercilessly as he hadn't recognized Fan Zhujun's identity.

Hearing this, Fan Zhujun's body froze for a moment, and Qingjun's face also revealed a bit of shame.

"Biao, Master Fan, you must not believe Zhuo Lian's nonsense. She is a clever tongue, and she is best at turning black and white. A sharp mouth can almost tell the dead to live. What kind of people are our father and daughter, you I've been together for so long, don't you still know?" The woman's peach blossom eyes are full of sorrow, and the two lines of clear tears fall down her cheeks. It doesn't matter how pitiful that look is.

As soon as he grasped his cousin's hand, Fan Zhujun gritted his teeth and whispered, "Zhuo's family is already beautiful enough. The secret method is just the icing on the cake. Don't let the jade brocade be a devil."

Zhuo Lian clapped his hands and applauded, and loudly praised: "It seems that Young Master Fan is still a sensible person, knowing that there are still laws in this world, and there is no room for shameless and unqualified people to be rampant!"

At that time, she was sitting at the door of the church, and when she flipped through the script, she found out that Fan Zhujun, as the heroine in the book, was very soft-hearted and indecisive even though she went to the barracks while disguised as a man. She knew what Zhuo Yujin was. What kind of virtue, not only did not persuade, but indulged again and again, and finally let Zhuo Yujin marry the Hou Mansion, which is really ridiculous.

At this moment, Fan Zhujun didn't make love with the seventh prince, and he also had some inexplicable thoughts about Huan Shen, and he presumably didn't want to have anger with the Huan family.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Lian didn't even glance at the pair of cousins, folded and left.

Zhuo Yujin wiped away the tears, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you still my cousin? I turned my elbow out, and instead of helping the blood-connected family members, I was insulting me with outsiders. That's all, I'm just a bad guy. Merchant lady, who is worthy to intersect with the noble lady in the General's Mansion?"

"What nonsense? You are my sister, and I must be toward you in my heart. Master Yan will return to Beijing in a few days. His brewing skills are among the best in the whole week. If you become his apprentice, Why do I need to worry about the method of cooking wine?"

"Master Yan is extremely arrogant and will not accept apprentices easily. Cousin don't fool me." Zhuo Yujin's eyes flashed and a layer of sweat leaked from her palms. The reason why she came back to the capital was to worship the famous teacher.

"Why should I lie? My father saved Master Yan's life in the early years. He owed a favor to the General Mansion. I will take you over. He will never refuse." Fan Zhujun promised, patted his chest.