Hearing Du Feng's evaluation, Concubine Hojo couldn't help but show a shocked look on her face. Du Feng's guess was not wrong in the slightest, and even tasted the difference between fake wine and real wine! Concubine Hojo said: "If all the wine critics have a good tongue like yours, my wine will not be sold!"

Du Feng shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said: "I have learned about red wine before, so I will understand! Nowadays, unless I am a professional wine appraiser, I can't find it!

Concubine Hojo walked towards another wine trough and said, "Du Feng, will you try this wine again?"

Anyway, Du Feng has nothing to do now, no matter how strong his personal ability is, he can't change the battle situation in such a place, so he followed with peace of mind.

Du Feng has gone through the most professional wine evaluation exercise, and these fake wines are the most well-known imitations of famous wines, which is like reviewing books for Du Feng, without the slightest mistake!

Concubine Hojo was originally a person who loved wine like her life, and the fake wine she made was known by Du Feng like this, and she was extremely happy in her heart. Hojo Mafei even forgot that the winery was going to become a battlefield now, and chatted with Du Feng enthusiastically while tasting wine, with a feeling of seeing each other late!

At forty-three minutes into the hotel, the first gunshot rang out outside the winery.

This gunshot broke the silence outside the winery, and Concubine Hojo showed a look of pity on her face, and said: "Du Feng, there is already a war outside, you should also be busy!

Du Feng looked at Concubine Hojo and said with a smile: "They will be defeated tonight, we will have a chance in the future, besides, I don't have to go out, the brothers are doing well enough, all we have to do is to fight this battle!"

Hojo Asafei's eyes suddenly brightened, like a child, and said, "You are so confident, I like it!"

Looking at Concubine Hojo who couldn't help but say such things, Du Feng's face showed a playful smile. Hojo Mafei realized that what she said was a little too 'excessive', but after all, she was a mature woman who had seen the world, and Hojo Mafei smiled and said: "It's true, if I were ten years younger, I would never let you go!"

Du Feng said flatteringly: "Boss Hojo, don't talk about age, it looks like you're not a few years older than me." ”

"Hehe, is it? Then you call me a sister? What is the boss's name, it's too rusty, it's too old, right?" Hojo Mafei not only looks relatively young, but even the tone of voice is very youthful when she is happy.

"Sister Hojo, can we continue?" Du Feng said cooperatively, and the gunshots outside were loud, like heavy rain pouring down on the iron shed, crackling non-stop!

Concubine Hojo could only shout: "You have already tasted all the wine you make now, let's go and taste it below." ”

Du Feng licked his tongue slightly, and said slightly frivolously: "That's so embarrassing." ”

After listening to Du Feng's words, Concubine Hojo Ma also instantly understood, glanced at Du Feng, and said: "I mean go to the wine cellar below to taste the wine left over from before, after the vintage, the difference between the wine below and the real wine is already very small!

Du Feng accepted it when he saw it, nodded and said, "Then go and taste it, my tongue is very powerful, don't let me down!"

Du Feng's words made Hojo Mafei think crookedly, but she was not sure, so it was hard to say anything, and when she walked forward to the wine cellar population, she only felt that her steps had become a little fluttering!

Du Feng didn't notice anything abnormal, and followed Hojo Mafei into the wine cellar, went down the stairs, and entered the blue germicidal lamp that was hung. A bottle of wine was slapped on the side, and only the mouth of the wine bottle was exposed.

The cellar is also very large, covering an area the size of the factory above.

Concubine Hojo asked Du Feng to sit in the only room on the left side of the staircase without wine, this room separated by transparent glass, there was a low table in the middle, after Concubine Hojo asked Du Feng to give up her seat, she took off her white windbreaker and hung it on the hanger at the door, and asked, "Du Feng, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"

After Concubine Hojo took off her coat, she was wearing a pure black sweater inside, and she was wearing a black leather skirt underneath, and her good figure was exposed to Du Feng's eyes without accident!

I drank a lot of red wine on the winery, and today there was a fierce battle, although Du Feng had not killed anyone, but the nervous mood had infected Du Feng. Therefore, after seeing the bumpy figure of Concubine Hojo, Du Feng said in a ghostly manner: "If you can drink Sister Hojo's wine, no matter what kind of wine it is, it should be fine wine!"

Concubine Hojo glanced at Du Feng charmingly, a smile that couldn't be melted into spring water appeared on her face, and she said: "I'll go to that bottle of Roman Conti, the market for this wine is saturated, and I can't sell it anymore!"

With that, Concubine Hojo left the room, and her walking posture and hip shaking span were exaggerated.

Du Feng hurriedly retracted his gaze looking at Hojo Mafei's skirt, and while secretly sighing that his concentration was getting worse and worse, he poured a glass of lemonade from the table, and after taking a sip, he barely controlled his mind.

After a while, Hojo came with a bottle of luxuriously packaged wine.

Concubine Hojo opened the red wine, took two wine glasses from the shelf next to her, and said with a smile: "Du Feng, it's a pity that there are no appetizers here, so I can only do a little!"

"Red wine doesn't matter what you go with, not to mention this

Isn't it beautiful to be accompanied by a big beauty, and there is a 'soundtrack' of bullets and bullets outside?" Du Feng took the red wine poured by Concubine Hojo, and the clarity of his eyes slowly became chaotic.

Concubine Hojo felt as if something was going to happen today, and there was no rejection in her heart, and there was even a trace of expectation! Since her second divorce, she has no man she loves deeply, and her unclear relationship with Ri Xianzhao is only forced by survival, and she really has no feelings for Ri Xianzhao!

Concubine Hojo took the initiative to sit next to Du Feng, raised her red wine glass, and said, "You Chinese people still live exquisitely." ”

The gunshots outside were still dull from one floor to the other, but after Du Feng said that, Concubine Hojo didn't feel so scared. Du Feng raised the wine glass and Hojo Mafei was gently collided, and the crisp sound of the high-end wine glasses colliding was pleasant to the ear.

Du Feng didn't have the heart to taste this bottle of Romain Conti that Hojo Mafei said could be fake, so he took a sip and put down the wine glass.

After Concubine Hojo drank it, she asked with a smile: "Du Feng, how is this bottle of wine?" The eyes of Concubine Hojo who looked at Du Feng contained words that could only be contained at her age, as if she was saying to Du Feng: "How am I this person?"

Du Feng wanted to control his emotions, but an evil fire came out of his body, and the more he suppressed it, the more vigorous it became, and Du Feng simply didn't suppress it. Squinting slightly, he said: "This bottle of Roman Conti is like a woman's stockings, tempting and irresistible!"

"Oh, this is the first time I've heard someone describe Roman Conti like that! Du Feng, you seem to have a soft spot for silk stockings?"

Du Feng nodded lightly, and his eyes were aimed at the small half of the thighs exposed by Hojo Mafei squatting, the white dizzying thighs. Du Feng said: "Sister Hojo, your stockings seem to be of good quality!"

Concubine Hojo didn't feel disgusted by Du Feng's naked gaze, she straightened her upper body slightly, pulled her skirt up a little, and revealed more white. Concubine Hojo smiled and said, "Du Feng, did you drink a little too much? I don't wear stockings!"

"Huh, really?" Du Feng said, naturally stretched out his hand and put it on the left leg of Concubine Hojo next to him, and after a big hand rubbed it gently, Du Feng said: "I really drank too much! However, everyone is drunk if the wine is not drunk, the main thing is that Sister Hojo is by his side, otherwise I will not get drunk with a thousand cups!"

Hojo Concubine was gently rubbed by Du Feng's hand, feeling that her soul was floating, countless goosebumps appeared on her skin, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, Hojo Concubine said: "Drink a little more, red wine doesn't hurt your body!"

As she spoke, Concubine Hojo raised the wine glass, but Du Feng's right hand did not take it back, and raised the wine glass with his left hand.

(End of chapter)

The god of soldiers