It's incredible that such a dwarven tribe that has been used as robbers to steal wine and drink has only been able to get a wine made by a legendary Michelin-starred chef. It's the same as a rooster jumping out and saying it an immortal bird.

The bullet belt that Commander Cao took out can be regarded as a great favor in his opinion, after all, it is a good thing with a price and no market for the time being, and it is not something that these poor people in the poor mountains and bad waters have the opportunity to taste. But this thing that Rondo touched out was a good thing that real money might not necessarily buy, and in a sense, it was more arrogant than the bulging cigar of Captain Cao.

Captain Cao couldn't cry or laugh a little, to be honest, he took the initiative to show favor to Rondo, which was adhering to the principle of taking people's hands softly and eating people's mouths. As a result, he himself became the soft-handed and soft-mouthed man. But Head Cao also couldn't refuse, and with a pilgrimage-like heart, Head Cao took a sip gently.

According to the amount of cow drink that Captain Cao has always had, the so-called hundred fruit wine in this skin bag is not even enough for him to take half a sip, but he understands that these things should really be tasted. Otherwise, this is the otherworldly version of the story of Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

The fact was just as Captain Cao expected, just this sip almost made Captain Cao burst into tears. A mixed and fragrant fruity aroma instantly exploded on the tip of the tongue, even if it had already been eaten, but the feeling of lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks never lingered, and Captain Cao could even taste the integrated and independent fruity aroma.

"It's a bit of an exaggeration to call it a hundred fruit wine, because the land here is barren, and even Michelin people can't collect so many winemaking materials, at most twenty or thirty kinds. I hope you don't mind, friend, this is already the best thing Rondo can come up with. Seeing Captain Cao's crying and laughing expression, Rondo scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Of course, Captain Cao wouldn't mind, whether it was this weakened version of Baiguo Wine or Rondo's "friend", it made Captain Cao feel flattered. So soon to be regarded as a friend by Rondo. This progress has been nothing short of unexpected. As for Baiguo wine, Head Cao can only regard it as an experience that enriches his life experience.

Old Man Ao was even more made to cry and laugh by the two of them who became like brothers at this moment, and the effect of Captain Cao's sugar-coated cannonball was inevitably too powerful. Or this is the way young people communicate, Old Man Ao really feels that he is about to get out of touch with the times at this moment, and he can't understand this wonderful world more and more.

However, the dwarf said that since Rondo had already called Captain Cao a "friend", today's task was basically completed. As long as diplomatic relations can be established initially, then there is no way to take these flame dwarves under his command.

"Well, I think it's a good thing. But for a hot-blooded man like me. It shouldn't be called wine, it can only be called juice. The fighters of our raiding regiment drank only spirits. But all good men in the world should be like this!" Captain Cao nodded, and returned the skin to Rondo with a smile.

"It's natural, but the intelligent races are all different, and that's what makes Pan-American so exciting. Michelinns don't like spirits, they have always preferred soft drinks, especially fruit wines. Even if it's an elf who claims to be a friend of nature. The resulting wine is almost equivalent to sewage compared to them. "It's still the old man who has insight, and he will analyze these things clearly with a few words.

But Captain Cao's words were deeply recognized by Rondo, who was regarded by Rondo as an rude and uninvited guest a moment ago, and now it became unspeakably pleasing to the eye. One talks about drinking the scriptures. It was the dwarves' favorite realm, and there was nothing like it to bring them closer together.

As a good son and daughter of China, Captain Cao has always been very interested in the profound wine culture. And. There is a wise saying in the land of China: business is talked about at the wine table.

Today, this wise quote is equally appropriate. Looking at Rondo's expression, you can know that he already has a feeling of hating to see Captain Cao. There is a saying among the dwarves that is not known to the outside world: what is a man? the strongest woman.

Even if the last part of this sentence may not be agreed with by Captain Cao, the previous part must have spoken to Captain Cao's heart. Among the aesthetics of dwarves, women with strong bodies and strong body hair are very capable of giving birth to babies, which is conducive to inheritance. Their status is higher than that of those good-looking vase women, and they are more cost-effective, or are they really "sexual" price ratio.

"Don't really say it, I've been on the road for so long. When it comes to wine, I have always been the only one who invites others to drink, and there has never been a situation where others have invited me to drink......" Although Cao's words were arrogant, he was full of confidence. As the first person in charge of Cao's tobacco and liquor company, this is one of the areas he is most proud of.

Head Cao said, grinned again, and said: "Since you have already thrown the 'brick' first, then I can only sue you, you bet on the treasure this time, and my 'jade' was lured out by you." Come, try the specialty wine of my raiding group!"

As soon as the words fell, Captain Cao stretched out his hand, and as if he was doing a trick, he took out a few large leather bags from behind his waist and spread them in front of Rondo. Judging from the image of him shirtless, Rondo was stunned to realize where he had placed these two-foot-long, almost exploding skins.

Rondo looked down and saw that these alternative and very unique names were identified in different Pan-American lingua franca, "Maotai", "Liuliangye", "Lafei", "Cheap Male Alcohol", "Camel Brand", ......

"All this wine?" Rondo swallowed, his Adam's apple twitching, and his eyes became extremely frightened and straightforward. If these are all wines, they add up to twenty or thirty catties, and when they are placed in front of a dwarf, the effect is tantamount to the impact of a peerless beauty on a womanizer.

"I'm in a hurry today, and I only have this little sample on me, so you're going to give it a try. Captain Cao was rarely modest, but there was an indescribable encouragement in his words and laughter.

Rondo's eyes are moist, and you never know what will happen in the next moment. Earlier, Rondo was still frowning for a sip of wine, but in the blink of an eye, Cao Dashan put a lot of various kinds of wine for him to drink, which was simply a dream that Rondo didn't want to wake up!

"Let's try this, the strong aroma type 'cheap male alcohol', this wine is not a good product, and no one likes to drink this wine in our raiding group. It's very strong, and my brother likes it to wash his feet and bathe, and pour it into the river to feed the fish and shrimp or something. Captain Cao's face quietly changed to a smile like that of Grandma Wolf.

"Wash your feet with wine, pour it into the river and feed the fish and shrimp?" Rondo tugged at the flesh on his thigh, and suddenly he grinned in pain. Who the are these raiders, who wash their feet with wine, and pour them into the river to feed the fish?

For the first time, Rondo wondered where the guys lived and into which river the wine was poured into. Even if the dwarves don't like water, Rondo is willing to try swimming. If it was a mud snail river, even if there were fierce crocodiles in it, Rondo didn't think it was a problem.

There were still many words in his stomach, and Rondo couldn't say them anymore, because Captain Cao had already pulled out the stopper of the bag of cheap men's alcohol, as if to demonstrate, pulled out his big feet, and began to rinse them with clear wine.

It's a tyrannical thing! Rondo is almost crazy. As soon as the plug was removed, Rondo's nose twitched violently. Since he was born, Rondo has never smelled such a strong and mellow aroma of wine. The spirits such as horse-headed people, vodka, and tequila, which were fortunate enough to be snatched from the human caravan before, were thrown off by the so-called "cheap male alcohol" for more than ten streets in terms of smell, and they are worthy of a strong fragrance, and this fragrance is too tempting!

Even before he took a sip, Rondo could smell the strength of the wine from the aroma. Those human spirits Rondo had been held up as gods before, and now they had fallen from the altar in disgrace.

And Captain Cao is indeed a cheap man, he has fallen and lost most of his skin, and Rondo feels that his heart is about to break. Washing his feet with liquor in front of a thirsty dwarf is the greatest original sin in the world! Looking at those drunken feet, Rondo even wanted to kneel on the ground and pick them up and lick them twice!

"Look at your little bit of goodness, don't stare at me like that, I have this kind of wine all over my house. Captain Cao said, directly shaking his hand rudely, and the clear wine that spurted out made Langdo's head and face all over his face.

Rondo didn't feel that there was anything indecent about this facial action, and he didn't feel that he was offended by Captain Cao, in fact, when Captain Cao bragged to himself just now, Rondo had already fallen into imagination irresistibly. What is it like to bathe and wash your feet with spirits? Rondo would love to drown in a jar of spirits!

Rondo carefully raised his head, so that the drinks that washed his face would not fall into the dust in silence. With a pious heart, Rondo stuck out his tongue and licked his thick mustache stained with wine. In an instant, Rondo was already in tears. This liquor is simply the magic product that dwarves dream of, the kind that makes dwarves roar in their hearts when they drink it: "Oh! Mom, I have found the true meaning of life!"

And this kind of wine, in that big back, is just an ordinary product. What kind of liquor was in the other skins? It was too beautiful for Rondo to imagine.

"How's it going?" Captain Cao tugged at Rondo's whip-knitted beard and smiled narrowly.

"This is really good wine!" Rondo couldn't cry, his voice had obviously changed his tone, and he roared in a strange voice: "The entrance is soft, and the throat is a line!" (to be continued......)