In other words, her husband pestered herself so unrelentingly and didn't let her sleep, Wang Li had already scolded anxiously.

But probably because of the influence of the fragrance of Sichuan Yun wine, Wang Li's mood was not irritable at this time, and she was even amused by Zhao Ming's words.

Picking up the wine glass, Wang Li glanced at her husband:

"After decades of marriage, I don't know you yet, and you won't dare to harm me if you give you ten dares."

"Just drink it, I won't be able to sleep for a while anyway, and you won't be better."

As she put the wine to her mouth, the aroma of the wine that made Wang Li relax became more and more intense, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath and commented:

"It's so close, this wine still smells original, and it doesn't choke at all, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary wine."

Although she doesn't drink, her husband Zhao Ming is a winemaker, and Wang Li has a certain taste for wine under the influence of her ears and eyes all year round.

Whether it is white wine, sake, red wine or beer, there is a wine fragrance, but ordinary wine, the wine fragrance it exudes is obviously layered: the distance is too far to smell, the distance is too close will choke, only in the distance of one meter to three meters, it has a certain fragrance.

In particular, some inferior wines smell mellow when they are opened, but when they are smelled at the end of the nose, the choking smell can directly choke the nasal cavity and even the throat.

And the kind of really good wine, not to mention its rich and long-lasting aroma, the most important feature is that no matter what kind of distance, the smell of the wine is exactly the same.

The aroma of Sichuan Yun wine also coincides with this judgment, so Wang Li knows that this wine is not bad when she smells it.

Zhao Ming was in a hurry next to him, rubbing his hands and urging:

"Okay, okay, don't taste it, you drink it, and then tell me how it feels."

Wang Li said "um", no longer hesitated, and gently took a sip of Sichuan Yun wine.

The crisp and refreshing feeling made Wang Li's eyes light up all of a sudden.

She looked at the wine in the glass with a surprised look on her face, and said:

"This wine is good, the taste is clear and sweet, not spicy, not burning in the throat, not hot in the stomach, it feels completely different from ordinary liquor, it is delicious."

Hearing this, Zhao Ming suddenly relieved his heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Since suffering from insomnia, Wang Li has almost stopped drinking, and even usually smells the smell of wine and feels sensitive and uncomfortable, but now, she can give such a high evaluation, which is enough to prove that Sichuan Yun wine has definitely squeezed into the category of good wine in terms of taste.

Because the taste is in line with her taste, Wang Li quickly drank a glass of wine.

Smacking her lips a little unsatisfied, Wang Li suddenly stretched out the cup in front of Zhao Ming and motioned to him with her eyes:

"Pour me some more, I want more."

When Zhao Ming heard it, he was happy:

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't drink?"

Wang Li didn't have a good breath:

"If you pour it, you will pour it, and I will go to bed after drinking a little more."

Zhao Ming poured wine for Wang Li and said with a smile:

"Don't be in a hurry, drink it slowly, taste it slowly, this is a really good wine, you can't be as impatient as Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit."

"And, after drinking this wine, I promise you a good night's sleep tonight."

When Wang Li heard this, she looked at her husband with a puzzled expression, not knowing what to do.

Zhao Ming explained:

"Our Sichuan Yun wine is not only delicious, but also has the effect of treating insomnia and relieving fatigue, and it is precisely for this reason that I brought this wine back for you to drink."

Wang Li rolled her eyes:

"It's, if you drink too much, you'll get drunk and faint, I admit it, but how can alcohol cure insomnia."

Zhao Ming looked serious:

"Nothing is impossible in this world, if you don't believe it, you can try it."

Since meeting Zhang Dachuan and seeing too many impossible things, Zhao Ming has now formed a cognition: as long as it is something that Zhang Dachuan has handled, nothing is impossible.

Wang Li glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already past ten o'clock, and she knew that her plan to sleep tonight was probably in vain.

At this point, she was not in a hurry, so she simply broke the jar and said:

"Okay, then I'll fry two more side dishes, let's be a husband and wife, and we will be 'romantic' tonight."

Immediately, Wang Li went to the kitchen to fry vegetables again, heated the rice, sat at the dining table, accompanied her husband who returned late, and ate a "candlelight dinner" that belonged to the two of them.

Zhao Ming didn't bring back much wine, and the two of them quickly drank that little bit of Sichuan Yun wine when they had a glass of wine and I had a glass, and the emotions of the two of them were soothed and relaxed like never before.

This home, rarely after ten o'clock, ushered in a long-lost joy.

After a full meal, the husband and wife washed the dishes and chopsticks together, and then went back to the room to sleep.

Lying on the bed, Wang Li habitually put on a blindfold for herself, closed her eyes and prepared to count the sheep.

I don't know why, she is not worried about not being able to sleep at all in her mind at the moment, she is relaxed, and she even has a smile on her face.

She decided to count a thousand sheep tonight, so that even if she couldn't sleep by the end, it would be almost dawn.

But as a result, Wang Li had the idea of counting sheep in her mind, and the person yawned, and then ...... Fell asleep.

This night, Wang Li slept in the dark, and I don't know what year it is.

I don't know how long it took for Wang Li to wake up naturally from her sleep.

She took off her blindfold and habitually turned her head to look at her husband next to her, and found that he was facing her sideways in a daze with his eyes open.

His eyes were a little red, and he didn't know if he had cried or had not slept well.

Wang Li asked Zhao Ming in a daze:

"Husband, what time is it, three o'clock? Or four o'clock? ”

According to the old practice, if she fell asleep after ten o'clock, she could sleep until three or four o'clock in the morning at most, and then she could never sleep again.

At this point in time, it is the most sleepy time for ordinary people, and it is also the time when the body is deeply resting, and waking up at this time is a double torture for the body and spirit.

However, Zhao Ming's answer surprised Wang Li.

Zhao Mingdao:

"It's half past eight in the morning."

Wang Li was stunned, and reacted after a while:

"What time is it?"

Zhao Ming replied:

"Half past eight in the morning."

Wang Li was speechless, and said angrily:

"What nonsense are you talking about, when have I had a full night's sleep in the past few years?"

"Give me my phone, let me see the time!"

Zhao Ming listened, but did not speak, but got up and came to the window, and opened the thick curtains that were 100% blackout to take care of Wang Li's sleep.

With a hula, as the curtains opened, the morning sunlight instantly spilled into the room, illuminating the entire bedroom.

In an instant, Wang Li sat up directly from the bed in shock.

She looked at the warm sun outside the window in disbelief, and muttered:

"No way, this can't be!"

"Me, I actually slept all night!?"