Hearing the old man give such an order, Ling Zikai couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

The old man's words really spoke his heart, but he was embarrassed to bring it up.

Ling Zikai didn't care about the food expenses of these twenty or thirty people, even if they were allowed to eat for a year, it wouldn't cost much. But when the company and the nursing home are established in the future, it is estimated that there will be at least a few hundred people, which is a big expense. Now that this rule has been established, it is considered a start.

But the most important thing is that he feels sorry for Sister Du Juan! If he continues like this, his sweetheart will become a cook who revolves around the stove all day long!

You see that the skin on the cuckoo's face is now black and almost charcoal, and it is not these days that the smoke and fire have burned like this!

It seems that when the company set up a logistics department, it was necessary to set up a catering team to be responsible for the daily life of the forest farm.

When the dishes were ready, Sister Cuckoo brought a few bottles of wine, and while pouring them for the old men, she said: "This is the fruit wine that has just been brewed in the forest farm, how about you taste it!"

Hearing the words "fruit wine", Old Man Zhang's eyes lit up, and after picking up the cup and tasting it, he shook his head and said, "There is nothing special about this wine?"

After tasting it, Old Man Chen said: "This is quite good, there is a fresh taste in the mellow fragrance, and it tastes more refreshing than Moutai and Wuliangye, what is it made of?"

Uncle Bor introduced: "This fruit wine is made from more than 10 kinds of wild fruits such as persimmon, stinky plum, tooth cluck, sorghum fruit, mountain clove, tomo, medicinal chicken bean, prickly rose fruit, etc., plus the traditional recipe of our Durenque tribe. In our area, whenever the mountain fruit is ripe, almost every household will go up to the mountain to pick it, and after taking it back, it will be made into wine to entertain guests, which is not how rare!"

"No! This wine must be different from the wine they drank when they gave it to Wu Cannon. Otherwise, they wouldn't have boasted about the wine they drank at that time!"

Old Man Zhang still shook his head and said. Staring at Ling Zikai with his eyes: "Little Lingzi, you really don't treat my old brother as an outsider, just use this ordinary goods to deal with! Why don't you hurry up and take out the kind of good wine that you gave to Wu Cannon and them to drink!"

At the beginning, Ling Zikai didn't know who the "Wu Cannon" that Old Man Zhang was talking about was.

After listening to his words, I finally understood that it was the retired old cadres who came to the forest farm last time.

"Wu Cannon" must be the nickname of Old Man Wu.

Probably after they went back, they praised the wine mixed with the energy of the ancestral god to the sky, and the news reached the ears of Old Man Zhang, so I am worried about it today!

Ling Zikai smiled: "Old man, what you said is a bit unpleasant. Even if I lose myself, I don't dare to treat your old man badly! Sister, please go and bring the bottles of wine I hid!"

The cuckoo was slightly stunned when he heard this, and thought: When did you hide the wine, why didn't I know?

I just wanted to ask, but after seeing Ling Zikai constantly glaring at him, he immediately understood what he meant, so he smiled and said to Old Man Zhang: "Old man, if you don't say it, I really forgot about this stubble!

Although he didn't know what kind of wine Ling Zikai took out at the beginning, Du Juan could also think of it with his toes, and the wine must have been mixed with the energy of the ancestral god by him, even if it was a bottle of water, it could drink a magical effect.

After entering the kitchen, in order to look different from the fruit wine he had taken out earlier, the cuckoo deliberately found an earthen jar and filled it with the same fruit wine.

In just a few minutes, the cuckoo had already come out with a jar of fruit wine. When he arrived at the wine table, he handed the wine jar to Ling Zikai, and said meaningfully: "Zikai, it's better for you to pour it!"

Ling Zikai quietly took the wine jar, walked to Old Man Zhang's side, and said, "Old man, this wine has a lot of stamina, you can drink it leisurely!"

Just as he was speaking, Ling Zikai had already injected a stream of ancestral god energy into that jar of wine. Then a glass was poured for everyone in the room.

Old Man Zhang looked at the wine in the cup, and said with some confusion: "This wine looks no different from the previous one! Xiao Lingzi, you won't be fooling me again!"

Ling Zikai smiled: "You can understand it if you taste it!"

Old man Zhang didn't talk nonsense, and raised his glass and took a sip. As soon as I was about to taste it carefully, I felt the liquor melt into the mouth, turned into a cool breath, secreted into the heart, and then spread to every cell in the body along the flow of blood. The pores of the whole body seem to be all opened at this moment, which makes people feel indescribably dripping and happy!

"Good wine!"

Old Man Zhang couldn't help but shout: "No wonder that Wu Cannon said that if you can drink a sip of the wine that the kid surnamed Ling took out, it is not in vain to come to this world to live! Brother Chen, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you drink the wine in your cup quickly." If it's late, you won't have your share of the next one!"

Old Man Chen was curious when he heard this, and he didn't know what kind of wine Ling Zikai took out, which actually made him show a gaffe.

After drinking the wine in the cup, Old Man Chen stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, he looked at Ling Zikai, and stammered, "Little Brother Ling, is this, this wine really made by you?"

Seeing Old Man Chen's excited appearance, Ling Zikai smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa Chen, this wine is not as good as the thousand-year-old wine that you drank in your Chen family's mansion at the beginning, it makes you smile!"

Old Man Chen stared at the wine in the glass, his fingers holding the wine glass trembled faintly, and he was a little distracted for a while, and kept muttering to himself: "I didn't expect it—it was so unexpected—"

Seeing the two old men losing their temper one after another, the others hurriedly picked up the wine glasses and tasted them. Then they looked at each other for a while, for fear that someone else would grab the wine glasses in the glasses, and they all drank them all. Then they all stood up, "hula", ran towards Ling Zikai, and reached out to grab the wine jar in his hand.

Ling Zikai hurriedly lifted the wine jar above his head and shouted loudly: "Hey, don't grab it, be careful to drop the jar!"

This scene made the other tables in the restaurant look stupid, not knowing what was going on here.

"That's it!"

Old Man Zhang patted the table and said, "Look at your appearance, what kind of system you have become! Isn't it just a jar of wine, Xiao Lingzi, you give me the jar of wine! I see that rabbit cub dares to snatch it from my hand!"

Seeing that the old man was powerful, everyone returned to their seats in a daze, watching Ling Zikai hand over the wine jar to him.

The old man glanced at everyone and said, "Didn't Xiao Lingzi say just now, this wine has a lot of stamina, everyone should be leisurely." Don't drink it again today!Girl, don't hurry up and serve the cold noodles!"

Regardless of whether everyone agrees or not, he sealed the lid of the altar and carefully placed it beside him, obviously wanting to occupy the jar of wine and swallow it for his own sake.