Chapter 606 606. A Thousand Cups Will Not Flow
However, this idea only existed in Zhou Tianyu's mind for a brief moment. Soon, he followed the others and started to eat.
This is delicious, and that is delicious too!
Why do you feel half full before you eat much?
No, no, no, slow down, eat slowly, taste carefully...
Before he could produce 123, he saw the seventh cousin and Song Youde looking at each other, then looking around, and asked diligently: "Are you almost done?"
What?
Zhou Tianyu still had rice in his bowl. At this moment, his cheeks were bulging, and he looked left and right in panic: Why are you almost done eating? This is only half full, he can still eat!
However, when he looked carefully, he saw a group of big men looking expectantly at Song Tan.
And what about Song Tan?
She put down her chopsticks steadily and nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, as long as you don't drink on an empty stomach."
After saying that, she turned around, Teng Teng vacated the restaurant, and then went directly Ran upstairs.
What are you doing? Get the wine!
Not all the wine that went into the cellar today, an additional 20 kilograms was packed and stored.
However, they are all placed on Song Tan's floor.
——It’s impossible not to let go!
The aroma of the wine made everyone salivate as soon as it was steamed. If she really asked the seventh cousin to put it in the kitchen or utility room as usual, there would be no need to wait for tomorrow, today In the afternoon, everyone including the seventh cousin had to watch and steal, and got drunk!
Isn’t this a delay in work?
So, after the wine was packed, Song Tan took it over.
Otherwise, who would be eating honestly at this moment?
She moved quickly, but everyone in the restaurant felt like their days were passing like years. Even Tang Xiaodong was looking eagerly in the direction of the door, so that Yan Ran wondered: "Don't you have two pounds? You are so greedy, this afternoon "Didn't you drink it?"
She was helping to dry the tea leaves at that time, and she didn't pay attention to how to hide the wine. Anyway, she carried two bottles upstairs.
Tang Xiaodong stared at the door, his eyes not turning around, but his voice was sad:
"I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore and finish the drink first. So I asked Song Tan to let go first. Get up. She promised me to take it out and send it away tomorrow afternoon."
Then he looked at Qi Lin: "Alcohol damages the brain, so you shouldn't drink tonight, right?"
Qi Lin solemnly put down his chopsticks, then wiped his mouth steadily, straightened his posture, and said slowly: "This is serious grain wine, not blended with low-quality alcohol. Drinking it in moderation can activate blood circulation. I should try it."
Tang Xiaodong: ...You can have your say whether to drink it or not! Can't you just say you want to drink?
He snorted and wanted to say who of the two would get down first tonight, but then he remembered that Qi Lin said before that he could do half a pound at the age of ten...
After a brief pause, He turned around decisively and smiled at Professor Song: "Teacher, one of us has to choose the winner tonight!"
"Okay, okay! Xiaodong, you can't drink from me!"
"That's not possible!" Tang Xiaodong was full of confidence, not counting at all.
Professor Song was really looking forward to it. His ears stood up at this moment. Hearing the sound of Song Tan coming down the stairs and seeing her figure appearing at the window, he was so excited that he quickly Follow Qi Lin's example, straighten your posture, and sit back and wait for the wine.
To paraphrase Yan Ran’s words: Such a good wine, the level is a bit ritualistic!
…
Zhou Maozhu was not that greedy originally.
After all, you have to be a little reserved when you are a guest in someone else’s home.
Besides, he doesn’t know how good this wine is. But seeing everyone's expectant looks, even he became nervous without knowing it.
Looking at his son who was engrossed in eating, he pushed him angrily: "Still eating! If you eat again, your belly will be full. How can you drink later?"
Zhou Tianyu was at a loss. Looking up, he saw the mineral water bottles Song Tan was holding.
They were just ordinary plastic bottles, which didn’t look classy at all, and no matter how good the wine was, it gave people no sense of expectation. Besides, this meal is so delicious, so is his dad!
In order to drink and not eat enough, isn’t this picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons?
Until Song Tan unscrewed the lid, and then Song Youde couldn't wait to take the bottle -
First, he poured half a cup into his grandfather Wu Jianguo's cup.
The moment the transparent wine slowly poured in, the cold but long aroma of the wine invaded the entire space inch by inch. At that moment, everyone was unsettled, so much so that Zhou Tianyu also stood up in confusion. , holding the cup in both hands, with a pious expression.
What he was thinking about was: The sesame seeds his dad picked up fell from the peach feast, right?
At this moment, he was holding the small half glass of white wine in the cup, hesitating and reluctant to take a drink.
Song Youde really didn’t pour too much.
The mineral water bottle is 500 ml, which can be converted into wine, and a full bottle only costs eight taels.
Now that there were so many people, he only poured half a cup per person.
Looking at the two bottles on the cabinet behind him again, he gritted his teeth and raised the cup: "Come on, come on, don't say anything else, let's do one first!"
Finished , couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and took a deep sniff, then raised his head and took a sip -
The next moment, he took away the wine glass and grinned and made a sound:
"Hiss-ha-"
Looking around, almost everyone drinking is this mask of pain:
“This wine—this wine is too strong! It’s spicy!”
It’s really spicy, just a little bit. It's not as soft in the mouth as they imagined.
However, the painful expression only appeared for a moment. Then, everyone's brows relaxed, and they felt the long aftertaste after the stimulation, soft and smooth, and the sweetness in their throats filled their throats. A cold aroma of wine!
This, how to describe this?
The seventh cousin who had seen the most was speechless!
They just sighed: "Good wine! Come on, let's have another one!"
No need for guessing, no need to give in and say that you can't drink it, the big man holding the cup They all cherished it and took another sip.
The strange thing is that the strong alcohol is still irritating when it enters the throat, but they no longer make that grinning expression, as if they have gradually become accustomed to it...
Then another mouthful!
Okay! Each person only had half a cup, and after barely taking three sips, the wine was already bottomed out. Song Youde looked at the wine glass with heartache, and finally couldn't help but turn around and touch the second bottle.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious!" Song Tan advised: "This wine has a high alcohol content and is very strong. Can you handle it?"
"And grandpa, your health I have just recovered, but I can’t drink anymore!”
Grandpa is sitting in a wheelchair, it’s like a bolt from the blue!
“I have inconvenience in my legs and feet, but it’s not inconvenience in my stomach, so why can’t I drink?”
Qi Lin also looked at Tang Xiaodong on one side: "Don't you only have three bottles of beer? Can you still do it now?"
Tang Xiaodong's face was red, his whole person was like a red boiler, and his words were sonorous. : "Good wine! I can! I can't pour a thousand cups!"
Qi Lin:...
He stared at it silently for a while, then suddenly picked up a bowl of white fungus soup and handed it to him. Past:
“Here, let’s do it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaodong raised his neck and drank the soup directly!
Good night!
(End of this chapter)