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"It's been so long, it's long since it expired, right?" When Mo Feng asked this, his expression looked more innocent and innocent, how innocent and innocent.

The only thing Mo Feng didn't learn from Mo Zhiyuan when he was a child was wine tasting, and in the face of Xiao Mo Feng, who was still dry after teaching him to drink wine for half a year, Mo Zhiyuan could only helplessly dismiss Mo Feng's plan to train a finished winemaker, and then sealed all the wine in the cellar, so as not to spoil Mo Feng.

"Don't you know that if you collect red wine carefully, the older it gets, the more mellow it tastes? If you don't know how to drink, please don't talk nonsense! As if he had been greatly insulted, the old vampire roared and snatched the red wine from Mo Feng's hand.

"Aren't you just a bottle of red wine signed by the president of country M, it's still rare and like a treasure, I don't believe it's much different from other red wines, look at your stinginess!"

From the old vampire's angry face, Mo Feng knew that he must have said the wrong thing, but seeing that the old vampire was so faceless, he actually snatched the wine from his hand, and his tone began to become less pleasant.

Ignoring Mo Feng's taunts, the old vampire took out a glass container and two cups from Mo Feng's cabinet after obtaining Mo Feng's consent, and after opening the cork, the old vampire first picked up the cork and sniffed it carefully, then wrapped the bottle with a towel on the coffee table, and carefully poured the red wine into the glass container.

To put it bluntly, the wine is separated from the sediment accumulated at the bottom of the bottle, and the red wine is fully in contact with the air, and the tannins in the wine are fully oxidized, and the peculiar smell and miscellaneous flavors mixed in it volatilize and disperse. The floral and fruity aroma of the original red wine is revealed, so that the drink will be more mellow and supple.

For the next half hour, the old vampire didn't say a word to Mo Feng, and stood at the dining table with a solemn expression, staring at the wine decanter as if he were staring at a rare treasure, every five minutes. The old vampire would always pour out a little red wine to taste, then shake his head and wait.

This situation lasted for half an hour, and when Mo Feng, who had been waiting impatiently, was about to give an eviction order, the old vampire finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Here, what's the difference between tasting and other wines?" The old vampire gently poured a glass of sobered red wine from the decanter, and handed it to Mo Feng who looked impatient on the side in a stiff tone.

"It's so much trouble to drink!" Mo Feng glared at the old vampire, took the red wine and shook it at the light, and when he found that there was nothing suspicious except for a piece of blood red, in the old vampire's stunned expression. Pick up your glass, raise your head, and drink it all.

"It's no different from other wines!" Pinting the sweet and astringent and slightly pantothenic taste in his mouth, Mo Feng said dissatisfiedly.

"You're just going to drink like that?" The old vampire trembled all over, and asked with a trembling finger at Mo Feng. Shock, anger, and remorse kept changing on the old vampire's face.

"yes, it's not good!" Looking at the old vampire whose face was as green as if his daughter-in-law had been stolen, Mo Feng was stunned at first, and then said lightly.

"Damn God, I shouldn't have brought something so good here. It's all ruined" In Mo Feng's living room, the old vampire's wail suddenly sounded.

"Hey. I said, "Just a glass of wine?" Listening to the old vampire's terrible cry, Mo Feng couldn't help frowning and said. This old thing is too stingy, isn't it?

"Just a glass of wine? You're talking about lightweight, do you know how much this bottle is worth? Listening to Mo Feng's disapproving words, the old vampire wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and yelled at Mo Feng.

"How much?" Mo Feng's eyebrows raised slightly. Asked the old vampire. Mo Feng was not very interested in anything else, except for money.

"In 1986, the same bottle of wine was auctioned at Christie's auction house in England, and the last person to win it was Forbes magazine owner Macom. Forbes, the sale price is $156,000! 156,000 dollars. That's still the price a few decades ago."

The old vampire stared at Mo Feng with murderous eyes, gritting his teeth and spitting out the above paragraph.

"I grass, you mean I drank at least $10,000 in one gulp? Is this still the price of a few decades ago? You old immortal, why didn't you say it earlier! ”

It's 10,000 a bite, and it's still dollars, which is too damn mom. The loser! Mo Feng was about to go crazy, he cursed angrily in his mouth, his body shook, and he rushed to the dining table like lightning, and reached out to hold the remaining half bottle of wine tightly in his arms, and then quickly dodged away.

At the same time that Mo Feng had just grabbed the wine bottle, the old vampire had already pounced.

But the old vampire still took a step away from Mo Feng, and did not grab the wine bottle, so he had to retreat and grab the small half pot of red wine that had been awakened in his hand.

The two of them, one holding half a bottle of wine and the other holding a decanting glass, occupied the two opposite corners of the living room, and both looked at each other with their eyes wide open.

"Mr. Mo, this wine was originally given to you by me, let's not grab it again!"

The old vampire suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming to Mo Feng, so he walked back to the table with a wry smile, reluctantly put the glass container containing red wine in his hand on the dining table, spread his hands at Mo Feng pretending to be calm, and then walked to the sofa and sat down almost step by step.

"Sent to me?"

Mo Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the valuable red wine in his hand, and then looked at the old vampire on the sofa with a sincere smile, and his wide open eyes slowly became fascinated.

"I can't do what you ask me for, so you don't have to say it!" Before the old vampire could speak, Mo Feng blocked the road with a word. Just kidding, with the character of an old iron rooster like an old vampire, he actually begged someone with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of red wine, can this matter be small?

"You" saw that Mo Feng didn't give himself a chance to speak, the old vampire almost turned his back on him, if he could beat Mo Feng, the old vampire would have pounced on Mo Feng and tore him to pieces.

The old vampire, who was confused, didn't care about any aristocratic style or petty bourgeoisie at this time, so he rushed to the dining table, grabbed the wine decanter, and raised his neck to drink wildly.

Despicable human beings, this wine Lao Tzu has not been willing to drink for decades, if it is not for his own future, where will it be your turn to drink, such an expensive thing, and you are cheaper than you, it is better for me to drink it myself! (To be continued.) )