Coroner Coroner

"Haha... It seems that I should really teach you some basic knowledge of wine tasting, otherwise, such low-level jokes will be made."

"The organization is code-named by the variety of wine, not the brand of wine."

"Trump is just the brand name of this bottle of dry red wine, it cannot be used as a contemporary name."

As she said that, she pointed to the label on the wine bottle and gave Lin Xinyi a popular science with great interest:

"If you want to use the bottle as a code name, it should be 'meritage' (Meritage)."

"Meritage is a grape variety unique to Napa Valley in California."

"And unlike most wine terms from France, this is a word created by combining American Heritage, which means 'American Heritage'."

"Why, do you want to use this name as a code name?"

"Uh...forget it." Lin Xinyi shook his head.

He is already the successor, and he doesn't want to be another family's successor.

"Okay..." Belmode put the bottle of Trump wine aside.

Obviously, she has no interest in this bottle of third-rate wine produced by a rich second-generation real estate developer.

And after Lin Xinyi failed to choose a random name himself, Belmode finally gave up the idea of ​​letting him choose a code name himself:

"You know so little about wine, and you have bad luck."

"Even if it's a random wine, the taste is so bad."

"Since that's the case, let me, the teacher, come up with a name for you!"

Belmode said so, then turned around to look at the wall of foreign wine.

She seemed to take Lin Xinyi's name very seriously.

Not only did he perform the scene of choosing the name of the wine with a sense of ritual, but he was also very serious at the moment, and fell into deep thought about the bottle of wine.

In the end, while Lin Xinyi was waiting nonchalantly, Bellmode's eyes lit up and he chose a bottle of wine.

She walked forward slowly to take out the bottle of wine.

Under the caress of the soft light, Lin Xinyi could see the clear and shiny green liquid in the transparent wine bottle.

"This is…"

Lin Xinyi tried hard to recognize the label on the wine bottle, but found it difficult to pronounce the correct pronunciation.

"Chartreuse."

Belmode pronounced the name of the wine in French.

"Charterer?" Lin Xinyi converted into the transliteration in his native language in his mind.

"Yeah." Belmode opened the wine bottle, brought another cup, and poured some green transparent wine into it.

The aroma of the wine slowly overflowed, followed by a strong herbal smell.

Lin Xin picked it up knowingly and took a sip lightly.

"How?" Belmode asked with some expectation.

"..." Lin Xinyi was silent for a while, and replied honestly: "It's not good."

Of course it doesn't taste good... The alcohol content marked on the bottle is a full 55%.

For a person like him who doesn't drink alcohol at all, this kind of strong wine will immediately make people's throat feel hot.

In addition, the chartreuse contains a strong herbal smell, which is a bit unacceptable for a first-timer like him.

"I really don't know how to appreciate..."

Belmode took the glass from Lin Xinyi and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

The wine, which was extremely spicy to Lin Xinyi, seemed sweet and irritating in her mouth, which made her sip her lips lightly after drinking it, as if quietly reminiscing:

"This is a liqueur invented by the monks of the Chartres Order in France. It is made from 130 kinds of herbs and is very distinctive."

While explaining the origin of this wine, Belmode prepared a way for Lin Xinyi to taste Charlet wine:

I saw her take out a cube of sugar and put it in an empty glass.

Then pour out a wisp of green Chartreuse, slowly drenching the sugar cube.

"It is said that when a traveler crossed the Alps, he collapsed beside a monastery on the mountain because of exhaustion."

"The monks at the abbey gave him a sugar cube moistened with green chartre, which gave him the courage and strength to go on."

"It's an interesting story... isn't it?"

As she spoke, Belmode stretched out her slender and pale fingers, gently pinched the sugar cube soaked in green charter wine, and generously brought it to Lin Xinyi's mouth.

It's like a big sister who feeds candy to her younger brother.

But Lin Xinyi didn't appreciate it.

He moved his head away with some resistance, and then stretched out his hand, taking the sugar cube from Belmode's hand.

Put it in your mouth and taste it, the herbal liquor and cube sugar are fused together, and the taste is really unusual.

"Does it taste good?"

Belmode looked at Lin Xinyi who was eating sugar cubes with satisfaction.

Like a monk who brings wine and sugar to a traveler, her eyes are also full of love.

"Charterer."

Looking at it, Belmode suddenly called out Lin Xinyi's new name.

And at this time, the unpredictable witch in front turned to speak slowly in a deep and complicated tone:

"Your name also has an interesting allusion."

"In 1605, François Hannibal d'Estrées, the artillery marshal of King Henry IV of France, handed over a mysterious alchemical formula to the Priory of Calcidus outside Paris."

"The manuscript was finally consecrated by religious order to Chartres Abbey near Grenoble."

"Since then, monks have used this manuscript to brew botanical wine."

Belmode paused slightly, sighed in a low voice:

"And that alchemy formula is said to be a prescription for an elixir of life."

"The monks have worked hard for generations to study and improve the alchemy manuscript of immortality."

"In the end, no elixir of life was developed, but Chartreuse was brewed."

She held up the bottle of Chartreuse, also known as the "wine of immortality", and looked deeply at the clear green liquid:

"Immortal..."

"Oh, that's ridiculous enough."

Chapter 214

The outside of the church as the wedding venue.

Mao Lilan took Conan and arrived at the scene belatedly.

And her best friend, Suzuki Sonoko, who made an appointment with her to attend the wedding together, has been waiting here for a while.

"Really, you're always late..."

Suzuki Sonoko looked at his watch and complained helplessly.

"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"

Mao Lilan smiled apologetically with some embarrassment.

Miss Suzuki still wanted to complain about her best friend, but she was attracted by the kid Conan beside Mao Lilan.

Conan sticks to Xiaolan like a shadow every day, and it's not unusual to see him.

What's really weird is his face...

"Huh? Why is this kid's face swollen..."

Suzuki Sonoko looked curiously at Conan, whose head was bigger than usual.

She also poked Conan's "fat face" curiously... Conan immediately screamed in pain like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"What's wrong...your face is swollen like this?"

Although I usually don't get along well with this brat, Ms. Suzuki still touched Conan's head with distress:

"Which crazy guy is this, who beat up a primary school student like this?"

"Eh..." Mao Lilan's expression was a little embarrassed.

Actually... she beat this person.

After she and Conan went home yesterday, the atmosphere between the two has been delicate.

Until the charming air gradually disappears in the trivial daily life...

She found that Conan was not obedient at all, did not do the housework assigned to him according to her instructions, and used the electric water heater to boil the bath water in advance.

At night, there was not enough hot water, and all three of them had to take a bath. Mori Kogoro asked his daughter to wash with the little oil bottle as before.

Now, Mao Lilan finally walked out of the sweet vortex brought by the confession.

Although Conan was really just lazy and didn't do housework, but Ms. Mori always felt that this little pervert did it on purpose, trying to pretend to be tender like before.

Thinking of such an embarrassing thing, she couldn't help it, Conan just...

"I fell, I fell."

Conan covered his pig-headed fat face that hadn't disappeared overnight, and said without tears:

"Nobody hit me...absolutely not."

"It's so pitiful to fall so badly."

Suzuki Sonoko exclaimed sighingly.