In the process of waking up, Lou Shang heard a lot of conversations, and only the six words "Fifth Summer" and "Whiskey" could arouse his desire to speak.

Literature hurriedly helped Wenyi explain: "Master Lou Shang, this is the sister just now, and she just came back from Scotland today, she may have misunderstood." ”

While organizing the language to help his sister on the tip of his heart save a little bit of character as much as possible, he was worried that literature and art would fall if he ran out like this.

"Your sister, do you want to eat together?" Lou Shang looked thoughtfully at the back of literature and art, and asked a question that was very incompatible with the master's personality.

Another long-lived series - the dumped brother who is not stained with a trace of dust takes the initiative to ask the girls to eat together!

After a moment of hesitation, literature instantly finds the best of both worlds: "Or ...... Shall I ask my sister?"

"Excuse me. Lou Shang also responded quickly.

He looked awake now, not at all the same person as when he first opened his eyes.

"You're like this, what kind of food are you eating, just change your clothes and go to the hospital. Ambulances are almost there. Shuai Ge's worry index did not drop to zero with Lou Shang's soberness.

"Is there a place where I can take a bath?"

"There is no one who takes a bath, but there is one who is brainwashed. In Shuai Ge's opinion, Lou Shang's brain is a little bad now.

"Fifth Summer, love the name. ”

"Well, I don't think you're saved, and the craniotomy can't get rid of the crackles in your head. ”

In order to maintain the sensitivity of the tongue, it is not good to be cold, spicy, or hot.

These things that are difficult for ordinary people to adhere to for a long time are not a problem for Lou Shang, who is self-disciplined enough.

However, the "maintenance" of the sense of smell and taste of the tongue of the wine country god is not enough as long as self-discipline.

A palace-level wine appraiser can't even have the freedom to catch a cold.

Most people have experienced that when they have a cold, their sense of smell and taste becomes weaker, and in severe cases, they even fail.

But these are temporary, as soon as the cold is cured, the feeling will come back.

But this is for the general public.

For the sake of a palace-level wine appraiser, no matter how small a cold is, it will cause irreversible damage.

Distinguishing the difference between three degrees of wine is already the "devil question" in the wine appraiser exam.

For a time, it is hardly a task that the human tongue can accomplish.

Like Lou Shang, who can be directly accurate to one decimal place, it is definitely a national treasure that can be encountered but not sought.

Lou Shang is not only the youngest national master wine critic, but also the youngest international master wine expert.

Lou Shang's tongue is hundreds or thousands of times rarer than the number of pandas.

There are at least 2,000 wild and captive giant pandas combined, but there is only one such one.

Everything Lou Shang has got now, in addition to hard work, what is more important is God's appreciation of food.

When a person's ability reaches the level of a national treasure, there will definitely be a lot of involuntary self-determination.

Even the slightest damage can lead to a peerless genius falling into the mortal world.

"Are you really not going to the hospital? The ambulances are coming. ”

"Don't go. ”

"Then if you catch a cold when you go back, Fan Lao and Dean Qiu won't unload me for nine pieces?" It is said that when the fat man is unloaded, he will have one more piece than the average person.

"That's the destiny. "In many cases, Lou Shang will want to leave his life to fate to arrange.

"I'm destined for your sister, and you're destined for it. ”

"Thank you. ”

"I thank your sister, you just thank you. ”

"Take your kind words. ”

What else can Shuai Ge say?

What else could he say!

No amount of persuasion can be worth a doom.

…………………………

Before literature reached the exit of the venue, he had already seen literature and art kneeling on the ground crying.

Sure enough, the Devil Girl fell down gorgeously again.

It may be the scenery on the chest, obscuring the view in front of you.

For the 36D coquettish enchantress, wrestling is as daily as eating and drinking.

Literature quickly stepped forward, helped Wenyi up, and then handed her a pack of tissues.

Literature and art did not take it immediately.

Wouldn't it be a little ungentleman to hand over a whole packet instead of a tissue that had already been taken out?

Where did the explosive brother power go?

The temporary rejection of literature and art is not because of disgust.

If literature handed her a copy, it would really be disliked by the Luo Demon Girl.

WITH TEARS ON HIS FACE AND A PRADA PINK KILLER BAG IN HIS HAND.

Wenyi cried and took out the disinfectant trio she had brought with her - disinfectant spray, disinfectant gel and disinfectant wipes from the compartment where the Fifth Summer family whiskey was stored before.

After a fierce disinfection operation, Wenyi took the paper towel given by his brother Wenyi.

Coquettish enchantress, has always been clean.

When I was young, literature often ate what was left over from the average family.

For example, Delafee's edible golden chocolate.

Another example is Delafee's strawberry-flavored golden lollipop.

How many people dream of palace-level desserts, as long as they are touched by anyone, even if they just pick it up with their hands and look at it, Xiao Yiyi will never eat it.

Anyone, including the dearest dragon and phoenix brother of the coquettish enchantress.

When I was a child, I was a little cleanliness, and when I grew up, my cleanliness level also improved.

No matter where Wenyi goes, he will definitely bring her disinfection three-piece set with him.

In order to prevent loss, there are at least two sets in one belt.

At home, you have to be everywhere, and when you go out, you have to be at your fingertips.

The big enchantress with a little cleanliness fetish, at the moment when she fell down in the "rescue", she didn't immediately ask for a "three-piece disinfection suit", but just checked her clothes to see if they were unclean.

In addition to the fact that the situation at that time did not allow it, more importantly, because of her extraordinary sense of mission to the Fifth Summer Family whisky.

What ambassador of wine culture would be willing to watch a whisky family that has been inherited for 500 years die out?

In this way, the master who was still famous and famous said that he was murdered for money!

That's it, the big fat man who was still boasted about said that it was a female nerve!

That's it, and I was told by my brother that I can't let a big liar who is only worthy of punching and kicking catch a cold!

It's so aggrieved! Tears are full of drops, and I can't swallow it in my heart at all.

"Don't cry, it's my brother, it's not right, I shouldn't murder you, Master Lou Shang asked me to ask you if you want to eat together later, don't cry, okay?" This is a variety of pampering comfort + head touching from the pet demon.

"Hmph, a good and bad brother, he knows that something is wrong and he has to be fierce and fierce. "As soon as the coquettish enchantress began to release her nature, she felt that something was wrong:

"Ah, brother, where did you kill me just now? I'm obviously just angry, do you think it's important whether the master of selling fame and reputation will catch a cold. It's even more annoying, don't you think it's more important whether Xiao Yiyi's revenge can be avenged. You are still thinking in your heart that you are screaming ghosts and gods, and you are a first-class beautiful sister, aren't you?"

Apologize, in a girl like the coquettish enchantress here, if you don't have enough skills, then it's better not to do it directly.

You never know if you're throwing a fire extinguisher inside it's carbon dioxide or hydrogen peroxide.

"Ambassador Lou Shang can't catch a cold, brother will explain to you later. My brother thinks there should be some misunderstanding between you and the master. You hurried back, and I didn't drink the wine you said in advance. If you leave like this now, you'll have to be angry for at least a few days, which will affect your first-class beauty. Why don't we explain the misunderstanding first?"

"He said that he killed for money, what else is there to explain, even if he says that he doesn't taste whiskey, it won't have a loss, right? Or he doesn't like whiskey, and that first-class beauty won't be angry and purple, right?"

Literature and art are really angry, a good bottle of wine aged for more than half the world was said by Lou Shang to be murdered for money.

"My brother also felt strange about this. I've known Master Lou Shang for five years, and I've never heard him judge a wine, at most he won't comment. My brother is not murdering you, he wants to help you go back!" If literature knew that such a vicious incident as "murder for money" would occur, he would find someone to stop the wine culture ambassador of the cultural wine industry.

Wenyi finally reluctantly pulled out a piece of tissue from the pack of tissues that Wenyi handed her.

He wiped his tears even more reluctantly.

Then, she took a step forward and stood on tiptoe to hug Wenxue: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a year, and your most shiny and adorable sister wants to kill you!"

The tear gland valve of the literary lady is a little less responsive today, and a few drops leak out at every turn.

Because of the need to sing double reeds in a reserved manner when "saving the scene" before, this annual reunion hug was later than in previous years.

"Well, I'm shocking and crying, a first-class beautiful sister. Welcome back. ”

"Brother, you are not allowed to cry, you have loved to cry since you were a child, and now you can't grow up. ”

"Do we have a brother who has loved to cry since he was a child? Why don't I know?" After hugging, Wenwen used his thumb to help Wenyi wipe away the remaining tears.

"Well, when I was five years old, I gave you a little goldfish to death, and you cried; when I was six years old, I gave your out-of-print Saint Seiya figure to a small corpse, and you cried; when I was seven years old, I tore up your winter vacation homework, and you cried, and when I was eight years old, you cried, and when I was eight years old, you ......"

Wenyi looked up at literature: "Ah, crying brother, do you want to continue to talk about it?"

"Well, my brother is a crybaby, and our literature and art are the indomitable messengers of grass protection. "Literature doesn't mind how much literature and art count on itself.

Childhood memories are not so much about crybabies and grass messengers as about a most immaculate childhood.

Literature and art have liked to play tricks on literature since childhood, and literature has been willing to be teased by literature and art since childhood.

No matter how bizarre it is, it can't be worth a sentence that I do.