"Confiding and listening, Xia Zhi thinks that he is more inclined to the latter, but when the amount of information he listens to is increasing, it forms a large and small burden, especially those who can't ignore the digested content, and the words that have been stuffed in his stomach are simply tormenting. To make matters worse, the summer solstice is now suffering both physically and psychologically. Her brain was in a mess, her body was torn apart by Mr. Dancer's Anning, and the level of tearing of her lower waist split made her see the horrors of purgatory again, and she deeply regretted why she wanted to learn to dance to torture herself in the first place.

Chen Huan appeared, tilting his head slightly to look at the summer solstice on his lower waist.

Xia Zhi's sentence was almost shouted, and the urgency of the wish can be imagined, but he didn't hold back in one breath, and his back hit the ground in embarrassment, paralyzed into a puddle of mud.

Chen Huan also specially said hello to Mr.

An Ning rarely showed a smile, and her tone was gentle, first Chen Heng and then Chen Huan, who left early halfway every day, how should she teach.

Chen Huan replied ambiguously. An Ning was not annoyed, knowing that there was no follow-up today, so she packed her things and left.

Xia Zhi dragged his sore body and Chen Huan to the winemaking workshop. The first attempt at sake brewing was finally about to be made, and the excitement slightly overshadowed the sourness of the flesh, but then the contradiction of being open and honest or concealing it emerged. Tao Qianqian is a white moonlight far away in the sky to Chen Huan, if she knew that Tao Qianqian's memory was wrong and she recognized the wrong hero, how would the relationship between the three of them develop?

Chen Huan saw her apprehension and asked.

Xia Zhi casually made an excuse and brought it over.

Chen Huan's usual optimism. But of course this is a joke, and it's not a good thing to get vinegar when you want to make wine.

The two walked through the door of the brewery. Old man Zhang was hot in the utility room early to eat food, I don't know who got two taels of pig's head meat, cut it into thin slices and wine, and one person ate it with relish.

Chen Huan is a thoughtful person, so let's report from the master first.

Old man Zhang glanced up at the two of them, covered the appetizers, stood up and walked directly to the fermentation room.

The temperature of the fermentation chamber is higher than that outside, which is conducive to the fermentation of alcohol. Chen Huan moved the pottery altar out of the brighter table, removed the sealing covering layer by layer with his hands and feet, and pulled out the last soft stopper. A mellow aroma of wine immediately emanated, and there was a large amount of liquor in the pounded pit. Old man Zhang picked out some with clean bamboo slices and tried the taste with the tip of his tongue.

Not bad? What is this evaluation? Looking at the old man's expression, he didn't seem to be very satisfied, as if he saw a student's freshly passed paper.

Xia Zhi's complete layman asked, the fermented liquid does have the aroma of wine, but the oozing liquid is not much, and it has just accounted for one-third of the rice pit. So much grain is only exchanged for such a little wine, which is more cherished than hard work.

The steps given by Old Man Zhang are much better than the previous generalities, at least Xia Zhi can roughly understand what to do next.

Chen Huan asked, it seemed that there was a deviation from the plan at the beginning.

What Old Man Zhang said was like the Tao, and Xia Zhi listened to it in the clouds, and he had already been in a fugue for nine days.

Chen Huan was like a well-behaved and serious student, listening to Old Man Zhang point out the shortcomings of what he had done before, humbly accepting the instructions, and asking in detail about the details of water use attention and stirring techniques, and then he understood what to do next.

Old man Zhang nodded with satisfaction, and jumped back to his utility room without looking back, as if the pig's head meat would fly away if he walked two steps too late.

Chen Huan began to prepare hot water, the summer solstice was still on fire, but the interest was not as strong as last time. Interest is the driving force for action, and Xia Zhizhi is not here, and the freshness is naturally slack. For example, learning to dance is her longing, so no matter how hard and tired she is, she can grit her teeth and persevere, but if it is the winemaking process that is forcibly pulled, to be honest, if it weren't for Chen Huan, she wouldn't have stepped into it at all.

But seeing Chen Huan coming in and out, he was busy without a word of complaint, and he could even read his inner pleasure from his body language, so it is conceivable that he has a strong desire to learn winemaking technology. The meaning left by the summer solstice is to silently support behind you.

Chen Huan finally had the leisure to move a small bench and sit next to the summer solstice, how to say that it is also winter, and it is quite comfortable to have a stove to lean on.

Xia Zhi propped his face and looked at the jumping flames in a daze.

Chen Huan added a piece of firewood to the stove.

Obviously, you can live a chic life by relying on your family's assets, and if you can't take over one or two businesses and manage them step by step, why bother to make yourself so disgraced and embarrassed now, and endure Old Man Zhang's weird temper. The summer solstice suddenly had a flash of inspiration,

Chen Huan looked interested.

Xia Solstice waited for praise with anticipation on his face. “