"My sister said her name was Zhang Qingqing." Hou Xiaobao said childishly.

"Oh~ Then did you ask for the phone number of the young lady?" Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"Of course! Otherwise, how to contact Sister Qingqing in the future! Hou Xiaobao said as a matter of course.

Several people burst into laughter.

Hou Xiaobao obviously couldn't understand -- what was so funny about such a natural thing. He was just inexplicably shy, and buried his little head in his mother's chest (if you want to be crooked, you won't want to be crooked).

Zhang Qingqing's face was also flushed with layers of redness, stirred and stirred all the porridge in the bowl, gently scooped up a spoonful, exhaled and blew a little cold, and put it in his mouth.

After such a small joke, Zhang Qingqing's embarrassment of going to a stranger's house to eat was gone, and he began to concentrate on enjoying the food.

The white jade is like ivory porridge with broken rice, as soon as it enters her mouth, it quickly melts, just like the snow meets the sun's melting, and the warm mass of liquid mixed with the essence of a hundred grains (re-checked, there is a sudden feeling of good and evil), constantly scattered on the tip of her tongue, releasing an incomparable fragrance and indescribable taste, and I don't know how long it took before it was mixed with saliva, with the aftertaste, involuntarily slid into the stomach pouch, and further melted......

It was the first time she had tasted what Zhou Yi had made, and it was the first time she had tasted something made from such fragrant rice - the incomparable taste might make her remember it for a lifetime.

No one spoke, with respect and cherishment for the food, and everyone finished their breakfast in silence, in the early morning birdsong and the sound of flowing water.

"Wine is being made now. Do you want to come with me? Zhou Yi put away the dishes and chopsticks and said.

"Okay! I also want to see your wine worth tens of thousands of dollars. Is there any special brewing method? If only I could steal a little bit. Maybe I'll be a billionaire next year. Hou Lin said with a smile.

"Then don't think about it. My secret. It's basically all about the grapes and the landscape. As for the brewing method, some time ago, those French people came to see my batch of brewing equipment and shook their heads one by one. No, at the strong request of a few friends, a batch of top wine-making equipment was specially imported from France. In order not to spoil these sophisticated winemaking instruments, a group of wine-making talents were also introduced from France. ”

With Zhou Yi's explanation, several people had already arrived at the huge factory building at the foot of the mountain behind the vineyard.

Several people changed their clothes and underwent a simple disinfection. This is how we entered the world's leading winemaking factory.

For this winery, Zhou Yi's investment is not small. Moreover, if it weren't for Ham and other French people to build bridges in it, Zhou Yi might have to pay more to build this top winemaking factory with the efforts of countless winemakers.

The head of this brewery is Hank, Ham's younger brother. Marais.

He was attracted to Dongtian wine and was introduced by his brother Ham to work in this ancient oriental country where the wine industry was still in the ascendant.

He had a desire to make the best wine in the world.

This is also the reason why he, as a top talent in the French wine industry, came to China thousands of miles away.

"Week. There you are! I was still thinking about what to eat for lunch. But when I see you. I think all my problems have been solved. "Hank is also a big beard, a big brown beard, a head taller than Zhou Yi.

When he stood in front of Zhou Yi, all the beards fell on Zhou Yi's head, as if Zhou Yi had grown a section of hair out of thin air, which looked quite funny.

"I hate beards." Zhou Yi brushed the beard off his head, and said helplessly and threateningly, "Hank, I suspect that one day, on impulse, I will burn all your beards." ”

"Zhou, you can't do that. Is Hank without a beard, still Hank? You know, my beard is the greatest achievement of my life, besides making wine. He's won the French 'Most Beautiful Beard Award', I've bought insurance for him, he's worth millions, millions of euros, you know......" The French beard protected his beard, stepped back a little, and began his rambling tirade again.

It seems that many foreigners are energetic and like such tirades, especially some Western bearded ones.

"Alright, Hank. This time, I'm not listening to your 'beard lecture'. I brought a few friends to visit, and at the same time, I also wanted to see if this set of wine production equipment, which is said to be the world's top-notch, can bring me some surprises. ”

As soon as it came to wine making, the bearded man withdrew from the chattering "beard scripture" and began to point to each instrument to explain the winemaking and the use of the instrument to the people around him.

Freshly picked grapes are simply cleaned, and the crooked melons, cracked dates and broken skins are manually sorted out, and then poured into the sorting machine.

Countless rolling metal sticks are seen in a machine that detects the stems and selects the grapes.

"You see, this is a grape sorting machine. It not only removes the stems, but also picks out the good grapes. ”

"What qualifies as a grape?" Hou Lin looked at the round grapes next to him being detected as unqualified products, and said with some doubts.

"We have strict size restrictions, so we have to ensure that the quality of the grapes is uniform and excellent."

The grapes are selected and put into another machine, where they are broken and the skins are separated from the pulp.

"You see, only with such a sophisticated instrument can we do it, and every time the skin is broken, the physical structure of the grapes will not be too damaged, and at the same time, the skin and pulp can be accurately separated to prepare for perfect fermentation......

It is in this way that the grapes are processed and fermented in the fermentation tanks.

That's when the winemaking really begins.

If there was no other follow-up work, there would be no need for a winemaker like Hank, and the whole process would be handled by the machine.

Beside him, several of Hank's assistants were intently observing the wine samples detected from the fermentation tank through a certain "tall" precision instrument, and from time to time, they asked Hank in French about something.

"Look, that's what we winemakers do. We can grasp the most critical process of fermentation. Every step of fermentation is strictly controlled by us, including the reproduction of yeast and the complex physical and chemical changes in it, and we try to control it as much as possible, so that the wine can show the taste and texture we need.

No matter how good the winemaking equipment is, you can't make perfect wine without a good winemaker. Hank smiled and said proudly. (To be continued.) )