Zixuan wine is the only domestic premium wine. Its taste is not as mellow as the taste of some good foreign wines, even if the brewing of Zixuan wine still uses the British-led moonshine biological production method, but Wang Xuan usually prefers to drink Zixuan, just because he seems to be able to drink the Chinese taste in it.

Zhou Xiaoxiao saw Wang Xuan take a bottle of Zixuan, and he didn't say anything, radish and celery, each with his own love. Different from Wang Xuan's concept, Zhou Xiaoxiao pursues the ultimate taste buds. He also enjoys the wine king of the three major estates in the United Kingdom, the king of wine!

After choosing the wine, Wang Xuan, Zhou Xiaoxiao went straight to the bathroom. Chen Yan followed closely. Ding Yi was still a little ignorant. "It's the same thing with washing your hands when you eat, and it's the same with drinking. Chen Yan reminded. Although Chen Yan doesn't drink much, in that position, she has never eaten pork, and she has always seen pigs run! Chen Yan is obviously much stronger than Ding Yi in this regard.

In the middle of the night, everyone returned to their seats with corkscrews.

Wang Xuan has always been a person who values sex and ignores friends, and he first helped Chen Yan open wine. Naturally, Zhou Xiaoxiao helped Ding Yi open the wine.

It takes skill to open a drink. If the cork of a good bottle of wine is broken in the wine, it will not affect the taste of the wine, but it will undoubtedly affect the beauty of the wine, and at the same time, it is also disrespectful to the wine. Wang Xuan and Zhou Xiaoxiao's actions are the same. They first placed the bottle diagonally on the table, and the corkscrew was slowly inserted into the cork until it was fully inserted. Both of them looked grim, the air on one side seemed to freeze, and their hands clenched the corkscrew, perpendicular to the cork, and suddenly exerted force. At first, the force was small, but it gradually became larger, and the cork seemed to be under moving magic, moving towards the mouth of the bottle. Finally, with a sound of "Bang", the two corks perfectly escaped from the shackles of the bottle mouth at the same time, and suddenly, a strange fragrance instantly filled this small space.

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Ding Yi seemed to be impatient, and before Wang Xuan could pour him wine, he had already added a long glass, as if he was afraid that Zhou Xiaoxiao would rob him, and Ding Yi drank it all.

Zhou Xiaoxiao held back his laughter. At this time, Ding Yi's face flushed, coughed several times in a row, and scolded repeatedly, "What kind of broken wine is this, it is so unpleasant, and there is an astringent taste." Wang Xuan smiled elegantly.

"That's not how red wine is drunk. The taste of most red wines is delicate and needs to be savored. In general, the height of red wine in the glass is about two fingers, and the wine in the glassware should not be eaten immediately, as red wines like Bordeaux take a little time to decant the wine. Only when it fully reacts with the air can the rich flavor be truly released. ”

It seems that he feels that there is enough time. Wang Xuan took a small sip of his two-finger-high Zixuan, and his face showed a look of enjoyment. He continued, "You shouldn't drink too much red wine, about half of your jaw is just submerged. It's best to get rid of everything in your mind when you drink it, so that you can taste the wine better. ”

Zhou Xiaoxiao clapped his hands and praised, "I have nothing to add." ”

Ding Yi was drinking red wine for the first time, and although his first attempt was not very successful, he didn't mind his liking for good wine. After listening to Wang Xuan's description of wine, the words "delicate wine" really moved Ding Yi. He likes to write, whether in regular or cursive script, it needs to be delicate. Even if it is cursive, it is thick and fine, although it looks rough, but there are still subtleties of the pen, and writing is not in a hurry, Ding Yi has never been a person who lacks time. So, however, he had already made up his mind today to taste the delicacy of wine.

Ding Yi stood up, took a deep breath, and sat down. The other three forgot about the wine in front of them and looked at Ding Yi with amusement. Ding Yi's eyes froze, he took the wine bottle, tilted it 45 degrees, and the two-finger-high wine entered the wine glass steadily, without shaking at all. Wang Xuan and Zhou Xiaoxiao were secretly amazed.

Ding Yi raised his wine glass, and the whole person entered a mysterious realm. The unique aroma of Bordeaux red wine occupies his sense of smell, his eyes are slightly closed, and the red liquid is in his stomach, and this time Ding Yi only feels comfort. There is no bitterness, just the sourness of the grapes and the extreme spiciness. Ding Yi's stomach seemed to enjoy this taste very much, while the lingering fragrance in his mouth was not gone, Ding Yi took a small bite again, and felt the faint sweetness and spiciness, the taste was not strong, but there was a delicate flavor, in Ding Yi's heart, everything around him no longer existed, and there was just the aroma of wine in the air......