Chapter Seventy-Five: Horse Fur Wine
readx; readx; Chai Jue stuck out his tongue and slapped Le Lin the shoulder, complaining, "What kind of wine is this?" It's spicy! ”
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"What?"
Chai Jue came to his senses and wondered: "What kind of strange name is this?" ”
Le Lin explains: "This wine is processed from the head obtained by two times of steaming and cooling, and it is best to call it 'Erguotou'. ”
"Well, the second pot head ......"
Chai Jue played with the name, added another glass, took a small sip, and frowned: "Will anyone like such a spicy wine?" ”
Le Lin said: "This wine is not drunk like this. ”
Chai Jue asked her, "How should I drink it?" ”
Le Lin didn't answer, and when Lei Xun couldn't hide his ears, he poured most of Chai Jue's remaining half of the wine into his mouth. dudu1;
The feeling of ** surged up to his throat again, and Chai Jue hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting to spit it out.
Le Lin quickly covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, "Don't open your mouth yet, take a deep breath." ”
Hearing this, Chai Jue took a deep breath.
It was as hot as ever, but the difference was that this time, he felt an indescribable heat in his body, as if an arrogant dragon was galloping and soaring in his chest.
After a moment, Lelin let go of her hand.
Chai Jue sighed, stretched his brows, and sighed: "Happy! ”
"Happy, huh?" Le Lin asked with a smile.
"Hmmm! Enough! Chai Jue nodded violently, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again: "But it's ......."
"But what?" dudu2;
"The name 'Erguotou' is too vulgar, and it should be given a more elegant name."
"What's your name?"
Chai Jue was stunned for a moment, thought about it seriously, and finally scratched his hat and said with a smile: "I don't have a good idea either, why don't you ask Liu Ge Lao and Wen Shaobao tomorrow?" ”
Le Lin pursed her lips and said reluctantly: "If the two of them know that it is for this wine, we are absent from today's editorial meeting, and we will definitely have to nag again, especially Wen Shaobao......"
Speaking of this, Le Lin learned Wen Yanbo's tone and said: "You actually neglected your duties for the sake of the things in the cup!" Le Gong has no descendants like this, sighing, sighing. ”
"Hahahaha!"
Chai Jue was amused by Le Lin and laughed, pointed at her and said, "It's really beautiful!" I almost thought Wen Shaobao was right in front of me. ”
Le Lin nudged him, complaining, "I don't have as many wrinkles as him." ”
…… dudu3;
October is light and cold, and it is late in the evening.
Green frost dyes the morning dusk.
The hail had long since stopped, turning into a continuous rain.
Cold and wet.
In the editorial office of "Bianjing Magazine" on the east side of Suzaku Street, it is as warm as a spring day.
In the bronze charcoal stove, silver bone charcoal is hot.
This silver bone charcoal comes from the Xishan Cave of the Khitan, and its charcoal is hoarfrost, smokeless, and incombustible, but it is not easy to extinguish. Its price is several times that of ordinary charcoal.
"Bianjing Magazine" has a lot of surplus, and Chai Jue and "Le Lang" are also people who have always eaten and eaten, and they want the best way to eat and drink.
But Liu Xin and Wen Yanbo are not very used to it, and they always feel too arrogant.