"Miko... This ......"

More and more people were poured into the can, and after tasting this taste, some people finally looked at Han Cheng, who had taken a sip of the canned soup with a look of surprise on his face, and closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The children who couldn't wait to eat the delicious canned food, after the canned food was distributed, their mouths immediately changed shape as soon as they took a bite of the soup, and they grinned and stuck out their tongues one by one.

How did the sweet and sour canned food that I had in my impression become this taste?

Is this a spoilage, or is this the smell after a long period of storage?

It's just that the taste is too different from before, right?

Because this is very different from the expected canned food, the cheerful atmosphere of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner once a year is slightly stagnant.

Han Cheng swallowed the sour juice in his mouth, and a stream of heat appeared, flowing from his throat to his stomach.

He took another sip, and then savored it in his mouth, feeling the familiar taste in the sourness.

It may be that the method in memory is wrong, this batch of canned fruit can be described as a very failure, and as expected, it should all be broken.

But it didn't go bad, the canned food was gone, and something else that was just as pleasant appeared.

Wine!

This was something Han Cheng didn't expect at all.

Han Cheng felt the taste of the wine in his mouth, and remembered the previous thing about the ancient literati who couldn't make vinegar when they made wine, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

I used to ridicule others, but now there is retribution, and the canned fruits I brewed have all become this muddy and sour liquor.

But he was not as angry as the man of letters, and he was just as glad that the sour wine appeared, even more so than the expected can.

After all, sweet and sour canned fruit was a favorite when I was a child, and now that I have grown up, wine is more appealing than canned.

And this wine appeared at the right time, during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, I didn't drink a little wine, and I always felt that something was missing.

Now it's just a plate of dumplings.

Poor and white until now, so many things have been made, is a plate of dumplings still far away?

Another is, the wine has already come out, so is it far from vinegar?

The five flavors of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty will also be slowly collected, and when it is time to cook, there will be more choices.

After all, 'the wine vat is good for vinegar, and the jar is sour'.

And he vaguely remembered that in the sake vat where the sake was made, there were yeasts and other fermented things that were useful, and when it was time to get the noodles, the noodles would be more stained on the edge of the tank, and then the old noodles would be left again and again, and after a long time, the yeast would always come out with a strong effect.

Thinking of the steaming, soft and fragrant big white steamed buns with the taste of maltose, Han Chengcheng couldn't help drooling.

As an authentic northerner, steamed buns, a staple food from snacks to large, are always a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

It's not that I don't know if I'll be lucky enough to find wheat......

Han Cheng shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, who would have thought that he would be so haunted by the steamed buns that he eats every day.

Wu also picked up the bowl and tasted a sip of the can that had been sealed for many days, the taste was not very good, compared with when it was just made, it can be said that there is a difference between heaven and earth.

With his years of experience, and the memory of what Miko had said when he made the can, he knew that the can was ruined.

As a person in the tribe who has experienced many years, passed on the knowledge of the past Wu, and received the influence of the Son of God, the Wu should pay more attention to some things like human affection and face than the rest of the people, such as when Qingque ate Chinese New Year's Eve for three years, he paid great attention to the order of action.

In order not to embarrass Miko, he didn't ask questions like others, but poured a big mouthful of canned juice that didn't taste very good, and after swallowing it, he felt the warmth in his throat that he had never experienced, and then prepared to open his mouth to praise the deliciousness of this canned juice.

At this time, Han Cheng, who was holding the bowl in his hand and had been closing his eyes without speaking, opened his eyes and put the bowl down, stood up and said to the people who were looking at him with a smile: "The canned food has failed!" ”

After hearing the news, everyone was both expected and couldn't help but be disappointed, after all, the sweet and sour taste is nostalgic.

Especially the minors, the disappointment on their faces is even more difficult to hide.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction, didn't sell it, and after a slight pause, he said, "However, it has created another good thing, and that is wine!" ”

Wine?

When everyone heard this, they all looked down at the canned juice in the bowl, which seemed to be a little cloudy.

If it can be called a good thing by Miko, who has always had a good taste, it shouldn't taste too bad, and it must be a good thing.

Han Cheng asked people to bring over a few jars of 'canned food', and after the mud seal was opened, everyone poured some.

One bowl for adults, half a bowl for children, and only one shallow bottom for smaller children.

Then he stood up with his own wine bowl, motioned for everyone else to stand up with his wine bowl, and then said: "Happy New Year, may my Qingque tribe get better and better, drink!" ”

After finishing speaking, he slammed the wine bowl with the wine bowl of Wu and Senior Brother who were standing on the left and right, and toasted to the people of the Qingque tribe who were sitting in several circles, and then drank it with a tilt of his neck.

Wu and Senior Brother and others have never experienced such a thing, and after a short period of stunned, I don't know who got up, learning from Han Cheng's appearance, and said in a messy voice: "Happy New Year, may my Qingque tribe get better and better, drink!" ”

Then thinking back to Han Cheng's actions just now, he also seemed unfamiliar and slammed the bowl with the people around him, and then raised his head to the rest of the people weakly, raised his neck and began to drink.

The adults drank it okay, but the children, whose taste buds were more developed, became a little uncomfortable.

"It's so astringent......"

Bai Xuemei, who took a sip, stuck out her tongue and said with a bitter face.

Han Cheng laughed, rubbed her clawbraid on it, poured most of the wine left in her bowl into his own bowl, and drank it all.

"Let's eat!"

After drinking, Han Cheng announced the news that everyone had been waiting for for a long time, so for a while, many chopsticks stretched together, and in a cheerful atmosphere, Qingque's four-year Chinese New Year's Eve dinner began.

During the banquet, Han Cheng asked people to pour wine for those who wanted to drink from time to time.

After a bowl of wine, some adults in the Qingque tribe found that this not very good tasting wine actually had a unique taste that people couldn't describe.

Most of the people who feel this way are adult males.

So they didn't drink much of the broth, but drank from time to time some of the sake they had tasted for the first time, just like Miko.