I don't know when, Huang Dashan has an extra wine jar in his hand, and it will make a muffled sound when he moves.

I saw him throw out a few large bowls and pour reddish wine from the wine jar.

"Tiger bone wine, absolutely authentic and absolutely awesome!"

In fact, since the mountain master... Well... In short, I fell in love with this kind of god-to-god chattering thing.

If it weren't for the persuasion of this group of normal people who were not blinded by their kidneys, he would have even wanted to buy some more bizarre home remedies for maintaining his kidneys from potted plants several times.

No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor, no matter how bitter you are, your waist is everything, and your waist is tomorrow.

Huang Dashan sighed,

"Eh, I want to protect the bright light like this when I play the child, don't wait for me, I don't have a chance!"

"But I should still admire, not to mention anything else, except for making money and living, I will never be able to endure this hardship, we will be ordinary people, the task of saving the world will not be handed over to us, and we don't have that awareness..."

Huang Dashan really has a kind of true feelings and tells the truth.

The evolutionaries nodded imperceptibly, although the words were said so, but if the person concerned was replaced by Huang Dashan, does this beep have this awareness??

Second Master Zhao smacked his lips and didn't speak, he didn't know how to take it down, so he had to look at the wine in the bowl very carefully.

This wine, apparently inherited the same roughness as Huang's heavenly thunder, Huang's tiger bone wine is made of Lin Chou's three-color snake wine, the wine is viscous and mellow, when poured into the bowl, the slightly red wine is like a ball of solidified amber, no wine bubbles, no waves.

Zhao Er's character is as commendable as his wine, and he belongs to the kind of person who dares to comment on a big slap in the face.

Sniffing it, Zhao Er's eyes revealed flames like bursting when the honeycomb coal burned violently,

"Shhhh It's good wine... incense..."

Leng Han's eyes were offset, and the dignified Second Master Zhao was like a mouse who had seen a cat, and his neck was instantly shortened by more than half, which was very funny.

Huang Dashan's gaze went back and forth between Leng Han and Zhao Er twice,

"Hey..."

How do you say that?

If Zhao Ziyu is here, what Second Master Zhao needs to worry about is that Young Master Ziyu tells Zhao Qingcang, and after the Second Master goes home, Old Master Zhao will beat him up for bringing bad Ziyu.

As for Leng Han - Second Master Zhao was probably worried that Leng Han would beat him up on the spot.

"Come on, come on, second master taste."

Zhao Er took the bowl and felt a certain gaze wander over the back of his head for a while before disappearing.

"Phew..."

Good luck, escape a catastrophe, when the float is white!

To be honest, Huang Dashan's tiger bone wine is quite simple and rude, Zhao Er even saw that there was a finger-length broken bone at the bottom of the bowl, coupled with a reddish wine, it was easy to remind people of the second scene of the homicide, the kind of throwing corpses in rivers, lakes and seas.

I can't stand the smell of wine!

"Suck and slip~"

Zhao Er's face was full of the kind of joy that came from the heart for the rest of his life.

"Fierce! Drinking it in the stomach is simply a line of fire, from the throat to the stomach, the tip of the tongue is all crispy and numb sweet, ho, very spicy, this stamina is not small. ”

Huang Dashan poured a few more bowls, but the Mi sisters and the rest of the people didn't take it and refused, so the mountain master had to put the bowl on the table.

"Hey!" Huang Dashan took a sip of wine, comfortably held his waist and rubbed it, "I feel warm and baked when I drink it, right?" ”

Zhao Er nodded again and again, looking at the few wine bowls on the table that no one wanted, as well as the big wine jar, he felt happier than himself, like a hard-working little bee wandering among the blooming flowers.

"The rice is wine, the food is also wine, authentic! I said Huang Dashan, why is your wine so red? ”

Huang Dashan smiled mysteriously,

"Blood, it's the blood and marrow of a tiger."

Zhao Er immediately cocked his thumb,

"Absolutely! No wonder it tastes like a fresh game! ”

After a few sips and put down the wine bowl, Zhao Er lit two cigarettes and threw one to Huang Dashan.

"There is an old wine in Wenzhong Wine, imitating the jade ice brewed before the cataclysm, the fat meat is made of the belly fat of the blue-striped wildebeest, and the wine is yellow and red, just like the sunset in the movie - the last time I drank it was the year before last, this guy is very stingy when he mentions wine, but the taste of that wine is simply no one, and he also gave the wine a pirated name: 'Strong wine', your wine is better than the one he has hidden for eight years."

Got the affirmation of Zhao drunkard, Huang Dashan was overjoyed and complacent,

"If you borrow flowers to offer Buddha, you have to be a tiger bone, the tiger bone is the key, and the wine flavor from a good bone is domineering."

"I'll tell you, I put thirteen kinds of carefully selected spices into this wine, and the bones have to be broken, you know, the taste comes out fast enough, and I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, but I can drink good wine, hehe..."

Zhao Erye's eyes were shining,

"Ah~Awesome~"

Su Yourong heard that Leng Han was coming, and he was finally willing to run out.

Smelling the smell of wine, the eyebrows were furrowed, and of course, the little guy also heard Huang Dashan's words by the way.

Su Yourong's eyebrows were upside down, her small expression was like Wei Qingyu's template, she pointed at Huang Dashan and said sharply,

"Wow! No wonder the master has been shouting that he has lost a large bag of good thirteen incense before, it's you, it's you!! ”

Huang Dashan:(((;??????; )))

Second Master Zhao was stunned for a while,

"Wait... Thirteen incense... The one with the stew?! ”

Su Yourong crossed his hands on his hips, but it was amazing,

"You're embarrassed to brag! The stew is soaked in wine, it's really amazing~"

Huang Dashan:(((;??????; )))

Su Yourong can be regarded as grabbing Huang Dashan's handle to enrich his collection that has not made much money recently, and took out a large stack of good cast iron pans from the kitchen, and lined up neatly.

"Wet Tiger Wet Tiger, guess which pot is good-looking?"

Huang Dashan:(((;??????; )))

Lin Chou pointed casually,

"That's it, I just used it to slow stew pork face a few days ago, and it will match your Uncle Dashan's face very well."

Su Yourong's happy eyes narrowed, and he said crisply,

"Okay~"

See no, see no...

Wet Tiger is indeed the best Wet Tiger in the world!

I always want to help my apprentices enrich their collections...

I'm going to keep it as a dowry!

The scene was quite awkward at one point.

This doesn't work, we just drank other people's wine...

"Hey, it's not enough to have wine and no food, what do you say?" Zhao Erye tried to change the topic.

Lin Chou nodded,

"Stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots? Garlic pork head? Pot tatami cow face? ”

Huang Dashan:(((;??????; )))

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why am I so panicked?

Zhao Er coughed a few times,

"The last time I heard our old man say, the fried chicken offal with sour scallion is quite wonderful, Lao Wen has eaten it all, but I haven't eaten it yet, no."

It's easy to say that Lin Chou was finally persuaded to leave, and Su Yourong kept glaring at this old man with anger.

Huang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face fiercely, and smiled transparently,

"Come on, come on, the second master will have another bowl, this wine wow, it's still the Xiangha I made, from beginning to end, I didn't let anyone else touch a finger, I told you that the tiger's blood still has to be picked up, first..."

Huang Dashan is called an endless talker, so as not to hide his advanced experience in making tiger bone wine.

"Hmm..."

Su Yourong was disgusted,

"It's not that the master's wine is good, and it doesn't matter how much it has to do with you, you just broke the bones and put them in."

Huang Dashan put on a serious face and spoke righteously,

"The wine is indeed the three-color snake wine of the forest, and no one will say that the cooking wine is delicious when it is put there, right, and it has to be used by the cook to make the best aroma of cooking wine in a lifetime, how can it be okay? Oh, forget it, I don't understand such an unfathomable question with a girl who can't even cut shredded potatoes with you..."

Su Yourongqiao's face was cold, and his face was red with anger, knowing that what Huang Dashan said was wrong, he organized the language for a long time, but he didn't know what to refute.

"You, you, you... It's different... You're using strong words..."

Huang Dashan defeated this little girl in a few words, stopped stubble, and turned his face proudly.

He posed to Zhao Erxian and emphasized again,

"So, it has to be your own hands, and the wine brewed by your own hands must taste right, and you know it when you know it, this wine has a soul!"

Zhao Erye nodded again and again, and touched the bowl with Huang Dashan,

"That's right! Distracted! Have a heart! ”

Directly drained the wine in the bowl, Zhao Erye exhaled a mouthful of hot and spicy breath, and picked up the tiger bone at the bottom of the bowl.

"If you want to say, Lin Zi's wine is not high, it's weird, a fifth-order mutant tiger, and the bones are soaked?"

Huang Dashan was stunned and swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly his eyes flickered a little,

"Uh... Hey..."

Zhao Er said strangely,

"What's wrong?"

"Nope..."

"Isn't it distracting, don't you have to do it yourself," Lin Chou came out with a plate of fried chicken offal, "Even the tiger bones are all taken out by the mountain master one by one, cleaned and bitten, and he personally took care of the online heart." ”

Nonsense, the Communist Party is just such a tiger, in addition to the bones gnawed out by Huang Dashan, where are the remaining tiger bones for him to use in wine?

"Smack."

Zhao Erye's mouth was full of freshly bitten tooth marks, and the small half of the bones flicked twice on the ground.

Putting the sour chicken offal on the table between the two, Lin Chou's eyes shone very brightly like the sour scallion on the plate, and his face had a smile on his face that was as warm as jade.

Huang Dashan:(((;??????; )))

"Second master! Second master, don't listen to his nonsense, I forgot, I really forgot... Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."

Su Yourong followed behind his master prettyly, holding a thick cast iron pan on the table.

The little girl winked at Zhao Er,

"Eh, how can there be a pot here?"

Zhao Erye, who was as quiet as a statue and pretended to be a thinker, came back to life.

He winked at Su Yourong with an expression that had just woken up from a dream,

"yes, how can there be a pot here!"

Zhao Erye reached out and picked up the pot.

The not-so-skilled ones checked it.

Laughed.