Chapter 11 Contact with Jiang Zifu (3)
Xiao Er hurriedly said respectfully: "Mr. Jiang, the shopkeeper said that the weather has been a little cold recently, so the wine will be warmed a little for you and then sent it, so that it will warm your stomach." ”
Jiang Zifu laughed and said, "You shopkeepers have a heart, okay, then I'll wait." ”
As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Ling inadvertently, and seemed to feel that the young man had a good temperament, and his appearance in this black market nest was quite conspicuous.
Fang Ling didn't greet him, nor did he make an expression of knowing him, if he wanted Jiang Zifu to take the bait, then he couldn't show his intentions, but let him come to the door by himself, otherwise if he became suspicious, he would give up all his efforts.
He pushed open the box next door, glanced at it twice, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Xiao Er, give me a pot of all kinds of wine you sell." ”
"All of them?" Xiao Er was taken aback and said, "There are dozens of types of wine sold in our wine shop, Childe, do you want to drink alone?"
"Why, a person can't drink like this?" Fang Ling glanced at him lightly.
Jiang Zifu couldn't help but say at this time: "This son, the wine here is not cheap, dozens of kinds of purchases, it costs hundreds of taels of silver, and you are alone, how can you drink so much?"
Fang Ling smiled slightly: "Of course it's impossible to drink it all, but just one sip of each is enough." ”
"Take a bite?" Jiang Zifu and Xiao Er both looked puzzled.
Fang Ling smiled and didn't answer, and walked straight into the box and sat down, since the young man didn't answer, Jiang Zifu didn't ask much, after all, everyone has everyone's hobbies.
It didn't take long for a pot of wine to be delivered to the box, and Fang Ling opened all of them, and suddenly the aroma of all kinds of wine came to his nose and spread outward along the gap in the box door.
Obviously, the aroma of this wine poured next door, Fang Ling could clearly feel Jiang Zifu's action of swallowing saliva, although he liked to drink burning knives, but all kinds of wine aromas could still cause his body to react.
Dozens of pots of wine were quickly delivered, and Jiang Zifu next door was disturbed by the smell of this pile of wine, and when he saw that the burning knife had not been delivered, he couldn't help but fidget, as if the wine worm in his stomach had been drilling, and his whole body was itchy.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Fang Ling took out the soothing water he was carrying, opened the spout of the pot, and suddenly, a rich and dusty wine fragrance spread, Fang Ling urged the internal strength with one palm, and deliberately pushed the wine fragrance towards the next door.
The soothing water made of the two spiritual creatures of spirit grass and spirit water is far purity above ordinary wine, and Jiang Zifu was originally aroused by the wine worm, but now he suddenly smelled another strange aroma of wine, and suddenly sat up.
With his more than ten years of wine age, he can distinguish which kind of wine it is just by the aroma of the wine, however, only this sudden aroma of wine can not be distinguished at all, and this wine aroma is more wonderful, other kinds of wine, the aroma of wine is mixed with each other, and the fragrance of this wine is like a lone show, the fragrance is fragrant, just smelling it is refreshing, and it is more peculiar and a hot and spicy choking feeling.