Zeng Gong sighed secretly, in the end, he couldn't escape the fate of being supervised, but his heart was still warm, and it seemed good to have such a person who cared about him in a foreign land.

"What, the lad is his girlfriend's phone?" asked the white uncle with a look of remembrance.

Zeng Gong nodded.

"Cherish it, my girlfriend cared about me so much at the beginning, but unfortunately I longed for life in the big city, thinking that she was a burden in my life, and we broke up, but you know, I didn't adapt to the fast pace of the city at all, I was bruised and bruised, and I had to go back to my hometown, but I heard the news of her death, I was very sad at the time, and it was my current wife who comforted me. The white uncle sadly recounted his past experiences, then sorted out his emotions, picked up the vodka in his hand and saluted him from afar.

"Wait, how about Uncle taste my wine?" Zeng Gong was a little moved, he didn't expect this rough white uncle to be so tender in his heart, and took out a black pottery bottle from his backpack, the mouth of the bottle was wrapped in a red cloth, and the mouth of the bottle was closed with a cork.

The white uncle couldn't help but smile when he saw Zeng Gong's wine bottle, and said to him: "Young man, the winter in Alaska is not as simple as you think, only the vodka of the Russians can remove the cold from the body, although they stupidly gave up Alaska, but their wine is a good thing, can resist the invasion of winter cold." ”

Zeng Gong shook his head noncommittally, pointed to his bottle, and said mysteriously: "My wine is called Flame, and it tastes a little jerky now, because it has not been cellared, and everyone who has drunk it will involuntarily like it." And its flavor is even more fiery than vodka. ”

"More fiery?" "Uncle White Hot immediately aroused interest, there is nothing more popular in the Arctic than spirits. Spirits have become a part of their lives, even more important than bread.

Zeng Gong nodded firmly. When the flame was brewed, it was not simple, the water was taken from a spring that flowed down from a volcanic crater, and each fermented sorghum was red, and after nine distillations, each time Zeng Gong would mix the juice of a small berry collected from the crater into the wine, and finally when it reached 80 degrees, he took the ice from the iceberg in the North Stygian Sea and diluted it to 30 degrees, and then continued to distill, after nine times. It is considered successful when it reaches about 50 degrees, and then it is drunk after a period of cellaring.

Looking at Zeng Gong's face full of confidence, the white uncle finally wavered, took a cup, came to Zeng Gong's table, and said with a little excitement, "Give me a little taste first." ”

Zeng Gong looked at him a little funny, and took off the red cloth on the mouth of the bottle according to his words, opened the cork, and suddenly a clear aroma of wine permeated. The whole inn seemed to be immersed in the crisp aroma of wine, and the white uncle couldn't help but sniff in, greedily breathing in the clear smell of the flame.

Then Zeng Gong shook the wine bottle and tilted the mouth of the bottle. Slowly, a slightly viscous ruby-like liquor flowed out of the bottle, and the aroma became more intense and somewhat intoxicating. The white uncle's eyes were full of light, if it weren't for Zeng Gong, he was still pouring wine. I can't wait to swallow this red wine in my stomach at once.

"Okay, uncle, you can try it. Zeng Gong then poured himself a glass. Then he said gently.

The white uncle couldn't wait to pick up the glass, put it on the side of his nose and sniffed it like tasting a red bull, and then shook it, and the red wine was sprinkled with brilliance under the light.

At first, he didn't think there was anything, just wanted to question Zeng Gong, suddenly a warm breath slowly rose from the stomach, clear and relaxed, the whole person was like sitting by the fireplace with a blazing flame, the whole person was warm, the body was comfortably ironed, and then a rapid collapse breath was like a volcanic eruption, sweet, hot, the whole person was a little trembling from the inside out, from the inside to the outside was a raging fire, after a long time this blazing slowly retreated, and the body was still lazy and warm.

"How is it, uncle?" Zeng Gong put down his wine glass, and the old god looked at him on the ground.

"God, good wine is good wine, it's the most beautiful spirit I've ever tasted, even if I drank the best vodka. The white uncle's face turned red with excitement, his gray eyes flashed with blazing flames, not only staring at the cup in his hand, but also looking at the wine bottle beside Zeng Gong from time to time.

Zeng Gong shook his head, pointed to the wine bottle and said with some regret: "This is not a good wine, at least it must be cellared for more than a year before the taste will be perfect." ”

That's right, for this trip to the North Pole, to keep out the cold, Zeng Gongcai took out a few bottles from the cellar in advance, which greatly shortened the cellar time and left a little regret.

"It's already good, young man, if you're not satisfied, how about selling me this bottle?" said the white uncle, rubbing his hands excitedly, and pointing to the bottle with some slyness.

Zeng Gong shook his head and said indifferently, "It's okay, the rest will be yours for a while, and fine wine will only reflect its due value in the hands of those who like it." ”

"Then let's drink vodka, don't worry, I'm in for a treat, and your consumption here is also free. When the white uncle heard this, he immediately snatched Zeng Gong's wine bottle into his hand, covered it with a cork, and then pretended to be bold and said, although he didn't know how much the bottle of wine in front of him was, it was definitely much higher than Zeng Gong's value of staying here for a few nights and eating a few meals.

"Ghent, did you get any good wine, I smell it on the street. Suddenly, a tall and burly figure with a thick beard and gray-brown eyes, typical Eastern European blood, burst through the door, and his voice was so loud that the inn buzzed.

"Thomas, why are you here, you should be fishing in the Chena River. Uncle Ghent, the white man, said with a look on his face, and without a trace, he hid the bottle in his fur coat without a trace.

"Haha, Ghent, don't hide it anymore, I already smell the wine from you, and the bottle is under your coat, right?" Thomas sniffed hard at the lingering aroma of wine in the air, and when he saw Ghent's slightly flustered look, he laughed proudly.

"What kind of wine? Thomas, you don't know that I only have damn vodka here, and you don't know the types of them, how can I have other good wines here. Ghent denied it when he heard this, and he must not let him know the wine in his arms, otherwise he would never have peace in his life in the future.

"Hey, Gent, that's how you hide wine every time, you can't fool me, it's definitely under your coat, and what's in your glass, don't tell me it's your cocktail with vodka, I know you never drink that." Thomas walked a few steps to Zeng Gong's table, pointed to the remnants of the two wine glasses, and said proudly.

"Thomas, are you fucking dognosed, you show up here every time I have good wine, can't I hide a little good wine?" Gent grumbled, knowing that he couldn't hide it, angrily taking the bottle out of his coat and grumbling loudly.

"Hehe, my most precious sister is married to you. Thomas was not ashamed to say, "And the Arctic grayling and burbot I caught made you quite a bit of a ticket." ”

"Hmph, this wine is definitely not your share. Gent took the glass on the table and drank it down, and immediately a fiery red appeared on his face, like a bull in heat.

"If you don't have mine, damn Ghent, you won't want to get an Arctic grayling from me in the future. Thomas tried to snatch the bottle from the table, but was blocked by Ghent without a trace, and roared angrily.

"If you can't get it, you won't get it, and you won't want to drink another drop of wine from me. Gent went toe-to-toe with Thomas like a bull.

"Uncle Gent, Uncle Gent, don't be like this, I still have it here, let's drink this bottle of yours, how about I give you another bottle?" Zeng Gong looked at the two people and the child-like top cow and felt funny, but in order not to hurt each other's feelings, Zeng Gong still played a round. (To be continued.) )