watched Gao Lin's second goods toss for most of the night, and finally Mo Qian finally sent the two away.

But fortunately, Xue Huan is also interested, and he was only brought to Mo Qian's side because he was excluded, so the content of this conversation will naturally not be revealed by himself, of course, even if it is revealed, it doesn't matter, what he said is some well-known things, and he should be popularized for himself.

Mo Qian even suspected that in his mansion, even the content of their conversation had been overheard.

After a night of trouble, Mo Qian's sleepiness was long gone, but he was a little hungry, so he put on his clothes and ran to the kitchen to fry two dishes, one sweet and sour pork ribs and one stir-fried choy sum, and by the way, the old rice was stir-fried, and a simple supper was ready.

Whether it was when he first came to this world, or when he wanted to be famous in the eyes of everyone, Mo Qian liked to cook by himself.

At that time, when the maid Ting'er was there, the two of them took turns, and they wouldn't invite any subordinates, so they didn't feel close, so they didn't feel at home.

This room is full of people, Mo Qian can't look down on the dishes they make and won't let them do it, on the contrary, some of these people may still be the spies that Meng Yang and they have planted here. Sooner or later, I'm going to drive you all away!

Mo Qian pursed his lips, put two dishes and a cup of fried rice on the wooden table, and took it back to the room with the wooden table. I had just sat down, and was about to start eating, when the window swayed back and forth, and then the curtains flew, and a figure rushed in, and when I was still standing, I didn't forget to close the window.

Mo Qian blinked, a little crying and laughing, "You don't go through this good door, why do you always have to go through the window?" It makes me think it's a typhoon every time. ”

"Watch for next time." Nangong Qingxuan's eyes lowered, and she said lightly, then put her eyes on the supper on the table, "Are you eating supper?" ”

"That's right, I woke up just now and was made to think, but now that I've solved my stomach, I'm a little hungry." Mo Qian said, "Miss Qingxuan, do you want to sit down and eat a little together?" ”

Nangong Qingxuan's eyes moved slightly, "Okay." Then he found a seat opposite Mo Qian and sat down.

"Then you wait, I'll get you a bowl."

"Take a jug of wine by the way." Nangong Qingxuan's voice came faintly from behind, Mo Qian almost collapsed, a female drunkard came in the middle of the night?

Finally, a pot of Yipinxian was placed in front of Nangong Qingxuan, and she nodded with satisfaction.

The two of them finally started eating, and Mo Qian was a little hungry, so as soon as he got the fragrant fried rice, he put it in his mouth, but thinking that there was a beautiful woman opposite, it seemed a little embarrassing, so he hurriedly changed to a more gentle posture.

But when he peeked at the other side, he found that Nangong Qingxuan in front of him was not as polite as him, and his posture was the same as the one he had just now, but fortunately, he had a rebellious appearance, and he didn't look ugly no matter how he ate.

Seeing Mo Qian looking at her, Nangong Qingxuan finally felt a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was used to being hungry when I was a child, and I was afraid that I wouldn't have a chance to eat the next meal after eating the last meal, so I developed this problem." ”

"It's okay, I'm not particular about these things, just feel free."

Mo Qian smiled, a modern person really doesn't pay much attention to the posture of eating, for example, the older generation said that food is silent or something, let Mo Qian do it, it can really suffocate people.

These Mo Qian didn't care, but after glancing at the Yipin Immortal next to him, Mo Qian felt that it was still necessary to remind him, lest a drunken drunkard fall in his room later.

"I'm afraid it's not good for you to drink in the middle of the night, and this wine has a lot of stamina."

Nangong Qingxuan put down the chopsticks in his hand, revealing a satisfied expression, and estimated in his heart, this is a popular stir-fry in the capital, not to mention, the taste is really good.

Hearing Mo Qian speak, he put his eyes on the delicate small wine jug and chuckled.

"You scholars often have good poems with good wine, but in my opinion, this good wine is the mood to drink, and only when you think of good wine do you think of good wine?

If you have good wine, then you have me, a confidant in wine, so as not to live up to good wine. ”

"Forehead......" Mo Qian was stunned by what she said, so he had to stretch out his hand and make a gesture of invitation, "Then you can drink it." ”

Nangong Qingxuan nodded and poured it into his bowl.

Mo Qian looked at it and was immediately startled, "You have poured too much, I'll go find you a cup......"

"No need, my amount of alcohol is okay, besides, the children of the rivers and lakes should drink in a big bowl, what is the point of taking a cup?" Nangong Xia Nu waved her hand and said indifferently.

Since the other party was so determined, Mo Qian couldn't say anything, so he could only continue to pull the rice in his bowl.

I saw Nangong Qingxuan raise her head, pick up the bowl and raise it to her lips, and then pour the whole bowl down.

"I rely on ......" Mo Qian exclaimed, is there really such a girl who can drink?

"Poof......" But before he could finish his thoughts, he saw Nangong Qingxuan squirt out all the wine in one gulp, followed by a violent cough.

"Forehead ......" Mo Qian hurriedly covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, it seems that he still looks down on the drunkards of this era.

Nangong Qingxuan's face was flushed, her brows were furrowed, and she looked a little uncomfortable, "Why is your wine so strong?" I have drunk the strongest Sanle pulp in Daqi, and the intensity is less than one-fifth of this wine. ”

"This is self-purified, and the power is relatively high."

Purification? Nangong Qingxuan was a little puzzled, but she also knew that this might be the other party's secret, so she didn't ask, but she still said with some regret, "Your wine smells mellow and can be called a good wine, but the intensity is too great, I can't get used to it." ”

"It's better if you don't get used to drinking, so as not to become a drunkard."

Mo Qian laughed and said, "I'm just putting it in the room as an ornament, you still drink the fruit bar, that thing can be drunk as a drink." ”

"What's so good about fruit wine, it's sour and astringent, even the best lychee wine can't get rid of this bitterness, and few people buy it if it's cheap." Nangong Qingxuan obviously doesn't like it.

Presumably because the tannins were not removed, Mo Qian thought to himself.

Mo Qian knows that fruit wine is not favored in this era, and he has drunk it himself, bitter, astringent, and muddy, this is his evaluation, which is completely incomparable with that of his previous life.

Therefore, there are not many people who make fruit wine in Daqi, and it is generally a bumper harvest, and the surplus is not sold until the backlog, and the price is not high.

Of course, the people of Daqi did not delve into this problem, but only regarded the fruit as not suitable for winemaking, in this world, there are more good wines, there is no need to cling to a fruit, but they don't know that these are all strange things made by a substance called tannins in fruit wine.