When the prayer ended, the atmosphere of silence was immediately overturned, and the heat was in full swing.

The fireworks were already in full swing, but the crowds on both sides of the street, regardless of nationality, raised their glasses to celebrate this rare occasion.

At this time, it doesn't have much to do with Zhou Yi, and everyone is enjoying the prevalence of the wine banquet.

Those Westerners, looking at traditional Chinese dishes, were full of curiosity and stupidity.

Unlike the layered, minimalist Western food, Chinese food is slightly delicate and messy, like Picasso's paintings, with red, black, white, and green colors mixed together – and even many locals have difficulty distinguishing the ingredients of a particular dish.

But it doesn't prevent them from tasting.

The same goes for these foreigners.

Hungry, they scramble first to put a steamed whole chicken into a bowl - of course, the vast majority of Westerners do not use chopsticks, tearing by hand, is a very good choice; Soon, even foreigners who used chopsticks joined in the hand-grabbed meal.

Filling their bellies a little, they began to reach into the strange dishes that didn't look like they were.

Ham looked at the plate of black and red dishes in front of him, sniffed with his big nose, nodded to himself, and put a little red circle in his mouth - soft and hard, it seemed to have some beef aroma, and it felt good......

Just as he felt good, a burning sensation spread from his mouth and down his esophagus.

"Water-water-who the fuck gave me a glass of water!"

No one noticed the embarrassment of this bloated Westerner. Eventually, Ham felt better as he poured the red wine on the table into his mouth.

"Ham, you don't seem to be in good shape." Andrew looked over with a smile.

"Why didn't you remind me. Is this a devil pepper from India? ”

"Remind you of what?" Andrew took the time to pick up a large piece of beef chili and serve it with rice. Swallowed.

"You...... You ......" Ham's red eyes widened, looking terrified, "you don't feel anything special?" ”

"You mean spicy?" Andrew took a sip of red wine with a blushing face, "Of course it's a little, but you need to get used to it."

You look here, except for a few dishes. What's a dish that doesn't have chili peppers in it? Believe me, the people in this place are some of the hottest I've ever met. ”

"Oh my God! It's hell - a wizard's handiwork! Have you also been assimilated by them? Ham said in surprise as he watched Andrew swallow the peppers one bite after another.

"It's a process. When you start, you can eat some dishes with very little chili peppers, dishes that are not too spicy - don't eat them directly, you will feel good except for the heat in your body.

Well, this time. You'll need to have some tissues on hand. "I've studied that in the south of China, the air humidity is very high, which can have some bad effects on the human body. People here need to use chili peppers to get rid of some bad things in the body. ”

"Bad stuff? Is it poisonous? Ham said blankly as he looked at the red, black, green, and white, most of the dishes he had never seen before.

"I'm not saying it's poisonous. Rather, too humid air can have some bad effects on people. Cayenne pepper can eliminate these effects. Well. This is also the saying of the Chinese people. Andrew explained.

Not everyone is as afraid of the scorching heat as Ham, and many Western men, even if they are so spicy that their tears and snot come out, they sweat profusely, and they still stuff all kinds of uneaten delicacies into their mouths - as if they want to eat them for the rest of their lives.

Just when everyone was eating hotly, Zhou Yi came out of nowhere pushing four huge wine jars.

The wine brewed in the space, he is ready to share it with these relatives and friends in due course.

Something. There's no need to hide it. These are some of the different ideas that Zhou Yi has generated during this period of time.

"Oh-what is this?!" Andrew's tall body swayed.

"Wine. My treasured wine. Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"Your treasured wine? Red wine? Andrew's eyes lit up, "It's better than your 'cave wine'." ”

"Of course, this is my treasure."

"Let me taste it."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yi slapped his hands on a dark red wine jar, and with a dull drum sound, the tightly coiled wine lid was immediately slapped and released. Zhou Yishou lifted it with a little force, and in an instant, the white wine mist rose into the sky, and a fruity fragrance that had been bred for too long and too long, like a lotus seed that had been sleeping for thousands of years, broke out of the ground, grew lotus root arms, stretched leaves, and bloomed a stunning flower!

Under the glow of the lights, in the breeze, the wine mist slowly dispersed, escaping, with the fragrance of wine, almost enveloping the whole town, like a silk seduce those characters and creatures who don't know where the cat is, and walk out of the house.

Like a sweet dream, it bloomed in this wine mist under the wanton fireworks.

Andrew, who was first wrapped in a thick wine mist, seemed to have never slept in his life, and at the moment of inhaling the wine mist, he had no thoughts, and all thoughts stopped, leaving only his eyelids weighing 10,000 pounds like a falling curtain - with a smile, he fell asleep.

No one knew what he dreamed about, not even himself, but it was destined to be the best sleep of his life.

Just as the smell of wine was dissipating, a small black car, carrying a Western lady, drove into the town.

"Hopefully I'm not late." Aina's fingers crossed over her knees.

"Beautiful lady, it's never too late." Next to Aina, it was still the same playboy Johansen said.

He still wanted to say something with that clever tongue, and suddenly, the open car window, the night breeze blew in, carrying the smell of fireworks in the sky and the color of the moonlight, but it couldn't hide a faint fragrance.

It's fruity, it's also wine—a strange scent from the primeval world that seems to have been brewing for thousands of years.

Johansen took a deep breath and felt his whole body flutter, as if he was about to float to the moon and dance with the goddess above.

She is so intoxicating, but not so addictive that it hallucinates, not the kind of hallucinatory drug that squeezes out the potential power of the body, but a sober source, like a breeze blowing on her face, like warmth in her mother's arms.

It is by no means the abuse of some **, but the most primitive call from the body of the living being.

"Do you smell it? It seems like...... Is it a fine wine? It's a bit similar to 'Cave Wine', but it's even better. I can't imagine ......" Johansen indulged in the dissipating mist of wine, wandering faintly.

No one answered his words, and Aina breathed and didn't speak. (To be continued.) )