When Sister Xu personally served the second cup of SPR made according to Cheng Xiaoyu's recipe to Lei Xin, Lei Xin held the foot of the cup and tasted it carefully, without saying anything disrespectful.

Sister Xu put down her hanging heart, she didn't expect that the real connoisseur turned out to be this little boy who looked very childish without showing the mountain dew, and she didn't think he was anything special at first, but now he looks a little cute.

Seeing that Lei Xin stopped talking, but Cheng Xiaoyu didn't intend to let Lei Xin go, he opened his mouth and said, "spr,as,oon\-rnanns." (I like SPR, it's similar to a crush because it has a very bitter aftertaste, because once you've tasted it, you're never interested in trying anything else.) ）

But Cheng Xiaoyu's English literary and artistic tone with a full score of the forced index is a pearl secretly cast. The people around basically did not react, only Pei Yanchen and Lei Xin were pricking up their ears to listen, and Cheng Xiaoyu immediately changed to Chinese.

"I also like wine, the beauty of oil painting lies in the visual, and the beauty of music lies in the sense of hearing. The product of smell and taste must be wine. By extension, there is nothing wrong with saying that wine is a work of art. Every time I taste a glass of wine, I always look forward to it. Raising a glass, through the slightly bubbling golden yellow, you can see the fields of Don Pérignon in the Benedictine abbey, through the turbid brownish yellow of the Qing Dynasty, you can see Li Bai under the moon of Tianbao Chang'an, and through the deep red like the blood of a bull. See Van Gogh's coffee house at night in Arles. Sniff down and you'll feel like you're on a Bordeaux country road. The sun is scorching, and the hay is fragrant. There is also the smell of leather and musk left behind by the horse-drawn carriage that has just gone far, as if sitting on a freighter bound for the East Indies, the sea breeze is slightly salty, the nuts are caramel, and the roses are charred by the big wooden barrels, as if standing in the wheat fields of the Belgian Tepra Society, the golden wilderness, malt rape, and the ripe citrus and inexplicable pepper smell wafting in the distance. Gently into my throat, I felt the heart of the girl standing on the strawberry field, sweet like maple syrup, and the sun was setting. Vespers in the face of church bells in the distance, solemn peacock dances in front of the princess's altar coffin at funerals. I am willing to die in a hotel with a few bottles of good wine next to the body, and when the angels come to greet me, I can know how gracious God is to me∞♀dǐng∞♀diǎn∞ ♀ Xiao ∞ ♀ said, .2¢3.∞os_();!" Cheng Xiaoyu sang slightly in a loud voice, because Xie Yingzhen sang gentle and beautiful ballads in the Qing bar, and should sing with the shallow chant, Cheng Xiaoyu's magnetic tone has an unusual beauty.

Pei Yanchen was completely moved by Cheng Xiaoyu at this time. She never thought that wine could be expressed so beautifully, and Cheng Xiaoyu's mouth showed one wonderful picture after another about wine, which made her can't help but immerse herself, and every word of him became a picture full of historical beauty, and in her mind, one by one, it unfolded and bloomed.

And some of the people around were also shocked by Cheng Xiaoyu's gorgeous words. Those who came here were either petty bourgeoisie or literary youth, so at the moment when Cheng Xiaoyu paused, there was actually some sparse applause. At this moment, Xie Yingzhen, who is singing folk songs on stage, has unfortunately been reduced to background music.

Lei Xin also sat up straight and narrowed his eyes. While thinking about how to fight back against this inconspicuous-looking literary youth, he said mockingly: "After saying so many beautiful words and praise wine, why don't I know what you want to express? Are you just showing off your eloquence?"

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled at Lei Xin. Next, the painting style changed and said, "Drinking by yourself is to taste life, you need the comfort of good wine, and you are settled in the human realm, without the noise of cars and horses." Ask you, how can you be? But when you drink with friends, you can drink a refreshing mood, you can match red wine with steak, or you can stew in the Northeast and add two pots. When I drink warmth with my friends and say some meaty words that I can't say on weekdays, they are happy, and I am happy. Drink is in love, full of interest, and talk about some things that you usually want to say, but don't say. Drink is sincere, hearty, call brother and brother, support a lifetime, because there are a lot of words, only at the wine table can be said. As for what to drink, whether it is 'feeding chickens', 'my card', or the dry red imported from France and the sweet white from Italy, or what does it have to do with Qingdao, medicinal wine and Moutai? Because what to drink at this time is not the key, and who to drink is the heavy diǎn. For me, it's good to be able to understand wine, love wine, and enjoy wine. But for most people, they are looking for a slightly drunken pleasure, wine is not an art but a tool, and at this moment wine needs to be a magnifying glass, a catalyst, to make people a little different from themselves most of the time, it is wine that allows us to enter this rare moment, so it becomes precious. ”

The people around were listening to Cheng Xiaoyu talk about the mystery of wine with bated breath at this time, even Sister Xu, who opened the bar, was not as profound as Cheng Xiaoyu's experience, maybe she knew enough about it, but she didn't express it.

And Chang Yue, Wu Fan and Yuan Yongshan have entered a state of infinite worship of Cheng Xiaoyu, everyone can put the mouth cannon, but it is so literary, straightforward and free, the words are beautiful and the connotation is profound, how many people can do it?

Pei Yanchen's eyes were even more flashing with starlight, she thought of not only Cheng Xiaoyu's forced style of pretending to have a B index as high as five stars at this moment, but at the beginning Cheng Xiaoyu knew that the wine here was not good, and still said softly against his will, even in the face of Sister Xu's ridicule, he was indifferent and humble.

Cheng Xiaoyu paused for a moment and then said, "Therefore, it doesn't matter what kind of wine it is, just like friendship, as long as it is not fake wine, good wine and bad wine can make people happy and intoxicated." And the reason why I like cocktails is that in my hands, even the bad wine can give off a charming taste, which is why I sit here and enjoy it even though I know it's not good. I don't know what Senior Lei Xin likes cocktails for? Maybe it's because it can make you fill B, right?"

(Two more requests for votes!I don't know if you are satisfied with Xiaoyu's posture?For う Black Street Feng ルう、Night is not 7、The only sister's reward plus more,It should be all the chapters owed.。 (To be continued.) )