Wen Xue and Xiaoqiang said that after trying to mix a peculiar cocktail, they began to think repeatedly about what ingredients to use to make this unique wine, and even made it very memorable to drink.

Wen Xue thought to herself, what kind of wine do I want to mix so that people will feel and be impressed when they drink it?

At the very least, after drinking, it should make people feel very unique, and it should look bright and eye-catching, and the taste should have a long aftertaste, so as to leave a deep impression.

Whether it's a salty lime scent like Margaret, or a sweet and sour flavor like Pretty in Pink.

Wen Xue refers to many famous cocktail recipes, and uses a lot of wine to combine and mix, trying to create a unique blend.

After trying to mix a few wines, Wen Xue still felt dissatisfied after tasting them, and it seemed that she had not yet found that heart-warming feeling.

Eventually, she tried mixing half an ounce of Cointreau, half an ounce of vodka, and half an ounce of rum, with grenade syrup and lime juice, and two ice cubes.

Now this sake has a sweet and sour taste, which makes people feel that it has a long aftertaste and a pleasant taste.

In particular, the aroma and sourness of lime make people feel as sweet and refreshing as tasting love.

With the addition of pomegranate syrup, the cocktail with a strong vodka flavor is even more memorable.

After Wen Xue concocted this wine, she tried another recipe.

She added ice cubes to the chilled triangular glass, put a little salt foam on the rim, and slowly poured the shaken Cointreau, tequila, and lime juice mixture, plus pomegranate syrup, into the triangular cup.

Then Wen Xue put the wine glass to her lips and took a sip gently, in the sweet and sour taste and the aroma of lime, as if she could taste the faint, lover's tears-like taste.

The light saltiness and a little lime sourness make it as sour as if you were missing a lover.

After mixing these two wines, Wen Xue sat down, and then Xiao Qiang walked to the side, looked at the cocktail that Wen Xue had concocted, and smiled.

"Wen Xue, if you want to make that kind of evocative wine, you should have a strong taste, otherwise how can you give people a strong feeling?"

Wen Xue listened, thoughtful, she said: "Yes, I should add more strong vodka! But if you want others to drink it, you can remember something, then what should you do?"

Xiao Qiang's lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but after a moment of silence, he said, "There is nothing that can evoke memories more than sad feelings, but what can remind people of that feeling?"

Wen Xue thought for a while, and looked at the glass of wine that had just been mixed, with a little salt foam on the rim, isn't that right!

"Sad tears are salty, isn't the little salt foam on the rim of that cup just salty, doesn't this evoke the taste of memories?"

Wen Xue continued: "Brother Qiang, isn't it okay to add a little salt foam?"

Xiao Qiang thoughtfully: "Yes, the faint salty taste, isn't it the taste of tears, it must remind people of past memories, doesn't this represent the tears of a lover?"

Thinking of this, Wen Xue raised her hand, clenched her fist and waved it in the air: "Brother Qiang, I have thought about it! I add more vodka to the wine, and then dip it in a little salt, won't it make my wine unique, are you right?"

Xiaoqiang nodded in agreement: "Yes, in fact, there should be a brighter color to make people look very amazing." ”

Wen Xue seemed to be stunned: "You're right, there should be a striking burgundy color, and the color should be transparent, just like the elixir and jade liquid, not only does it feel refreshing to drink, but it also has a strong taste, and the attractive red and fragrance, coupled with a light salty taste, will definitely make people unforgettable." ”

Xiaoqiang thinks that Wen Xue's idea is unique: "Yes, after drinking it like this, you can feel the taste of love, maybe you will think of something, and it will definitely have an endless aftertaste." ”

Wen Xue couldn't help but think about when people would be heartbroken, or when they would remember the memories of the past, feeling regretful and unforgettable.

She guessed that perhaps when a person falls into reincarnation, the dissatisfaction and regret of the desire for unfinished love will make people unforgettable and heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Wen Xue couldn't help but ask Xiaoqiang: "If one day, when you arrive at the Nai He Bridge, will you drink a bowl of Meng Po soup?"

Xiao Qiang was stunned, why did Wen Xue ask this? He then said, "Wen Xue, why do you ask me to drink Meng Po soup?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Wen Xue's lips: "I heard that after people pass, they will go to the Nai He Bridge to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then forget all kinds of memories from the past, and then reincarnate." ”

Xiaoqiang was puzzled and surprised: "Is Meng Po soup delicious?"

Wen Xue shook her head: "I haven't drunk Meng Po soup, but what is the taste and color of Meng Po soup?"

Xiao Qiang looked at Wen Xue's puzzled eyes, and said with a smile: "I don't think Meng Po soup should be too unpleasant." ”

Wen Xue smiled: "Have you ever drunk it?"

Xiaoqiang was a little embarrassed: "How could I have drunk it?"

Wen Xue couldn't help but ask him, "Then why don't you think it's hard to drink?"

Xiao Qiang smiled and rubbed his hands: "If Meng Po soup is just a bowl of turbid yellow soup as people rumore, how can anyone want to drink it?"

Wen Xue was a little relieved when she heard this: "I said yes, if it is so unpleasant to drink, and it looks unpleasant, how can anyone be willing to drink it in one gulp, and even after drinking it, it will make people forget all the worries of their previous lives, I think it shouldn't be like this." ”

Xiao Qiang heard Wen Xue say this, and felt very interesting: "Wen Xue, according to what you say, it seems that you have drunk it before, have you ever seen Meng Po soup?"

Wen Xue was a little embarrassed: "How could I have seen such a thing, I just think it should be like this." ”

Xiao Qiang laughed: "You have a lot of imagination, but it makes sense." ”

Wen Xue thinks that Meng Po soup should be like this, "Think about it, those people want to forget the sorrows and troubles of their previous lives, so Meng Po soup should make them feel that it tastes good." ”

Xiaoqiang nodded: "I said yes, otherwise how could I be reincarnated happily? After drinking it, I will definitely forget my worries from now on, and I will be willing to drink." ”

Wen Xue grinned and said, "Xiaoqiang, shouldn't Meng Po soup be like this?" it must look good, and it tastes good, so that some people will be willing to drink it!"

Xiao Qiang slapped his hands happily and said with a smile: "That's right, what kind of yellow soup, I don't think it's like that at all." ”

Wen Xue smiled: "I think so, what is said in the story should be wrong, after all, no one has ever seen Meng Po soup." ”

Xiao Qiang looked at the wine that Wen Xue had just blended, and suddenly thought of something: "Wen Xue, do you want to make a wine like Meng Po soup?"

Wen Xue heard Xiaoqiang's question, and then was stunned for a moment: "Wine like Meng Po soup, well, in fact, I just want to make a wine with an unforgettable taste, do you think you should make a wine like Meng Po soup?"

Xiao Qiang seemed to be inspired: "Why don't you mix the wine like the Meng Po soup you said, in this way, isn't this wine very unique?"

Wen Xue suddenly felt that Xiaoqiang's statement was very peculiar: "Yes, this kind of wine must be very special, just call it 'Mengpo Soup', which means the memory of your lover." ”

Xiaoqiang was a little surprised: "Meng Po soup, how can it be called Meng Po soup?"

Wen Xue corrected: "It's not called Meng Po Soup, it's called Meng Po Soup, it's the dream of the lover in the dream!"

Xiaoqiang suddenly realized: "Ah, it's called this dream pot, the dream of the lover in the dream, haha!

Wen Xue grinned: "Yes, after drinking it, maybe you can remember the lover of your dreams, and maybe you can recall the love story in the past!"

Xiao Qiang slapped his thigh happily: "Haha! You can figure it out! Maybe others will really have mixed feelings after drinking it, and the aftertaste is endless, and the name alone is unforgettable!"

Wen Xue saw that Xiaoqiang agreed with her idea, so she said: "After drinking it, I will definitely remember the past of love." ”

Xiaoqiang agreed: "Yes, this kind of wine is a memory of love, and it is the most suitable for lovers." ”

Wen Xue nodded: "If someone drinks it, or if a lover drinks it, it must be unforgettable." ”

Xiaoqiang agreed: "Wenxue, I support your idea, it's really great!"

Wen Xue immediately said: "Then I'll improve the wine later, mix up a wine that is suitable for this style, and then give everyone a taste to see what the evaluation is, if it's okay, just set this recipe, do you say that's good?"

Xiao Qiang hurriedly affirmed Wen Xue's idea: "Okay, just give it a try, make the color and taste of the wine a little better, and let others try this taste, see how it is reflected, and then continue to improve." ”

Wen Xue hurriedly said: "Let's make the taste and appearance a little better, maybe it is a very peculiar cocktail, absolutely different, right?"

Xiaoqiang stood up: "I said Wenxue, you still have a brain, this idea is very unique!"

Wen Xue also stood up: "Then I'll try it again in a few minutes to see if this wine is successful in the end." ”

Xiao Qiang responded: "Okay! Wenxue, you can try again!"

Then Wen Xue thought about it, she added Cointreau and rum to Vermouth, poured in a little tequila, added more vodka, then poured in pomegranate syrup and lime juice, after shaking the wine, took out a chilled triangular cup, stuck a little salt foam on the rim of the cup, put in two ice cubes, poured the mixed wine into it, and then put a red cherry and a slice of peeled orange peel on the rim of the glass.

After this glass of wine was mixed, Wen Xue felt very happy, wondering what kind of taste it would be?

The glass of wine was placed there, and it looked like a vivid red, shimmering with an alluring sheen in the light, as if it were a glass of elixir.

The red cherry rested on the rim of the cup like a pair of red lips, and the little salt foam dotted on the rim of the cup seemed to stick a little snowflake.

Wen Xue put the wine glass to her lips and took a sip gently, with a little light saltiness and rich aroma, the wine syrup dipped into the tip of the tongue, filled with sweet and sour refreshing taste, and after another sip, the strong vodka flavor slowly lingered on the tip of the tongue.

Not knowing how to describe the taste of this glass of wine, Wen Xue sat down and savored it.

The fragrant and fragrant liquor was swallowed down the tip of her tongue, Wen Xue could feel the unusual taste, and she couldn't help but have mixed feelings in her heart, she asked herself why she wanted to mix a cocktail with such a taste, maybe one day in the future, she would personally make a glass of such wine and give it to the man she had missed for a long time.

I wonder what it would be like to hear this name when this man drank the Meng Po soup at that time?

Perhaps this cup of Mengpo soup is not to make people forget all their worries and troubles, but to make people recall a past love story, so as to remind him of the lover who made him taste the heartbeat feeling in the past.

Wen Xue tasted this unique glass of wine, she thought of Yinglong, the man who once made her worry about her, and she also wanted to make a glass of such wine at this moment, give it to him herself, and taste the unforgettable taste with him, until he was moved by this unusual feeling.