Du Wu asked Xiao Er: "This little second brother, dare to ask you how this wine is better than the 'Thousand Days Drunk' in the capital, and how is it better than the wine of the Dionysian Village?"

Xiao Er hurriedly replied: "Miss, the 'Thousand Days Drunk' you said is the best wine you can buy in Zhongzhou, naturally better than the wine in our restaurant, as for the wine of the Dionysian Village, it can't be bought with money, we don't even dare to compare, even if it is a prince and general, we may not be able to drink it once in a lifetime." Because they only open once in a hundred years, each time only those who are invited can taste their wines. But please rest assured, our wine is 30 years old, and it is also among the best in Zhongzhou. A few of you can taste it. ”

Du Wu was about to ask again, but was stopped by Gu Cheng, and he said to Xiao Er: "Little Second Brother, may I ask about this meeting of the Bacchus Village, what latest news can you get here?" The shopkeeper said a little mysteriously: "This master, the three of you eat and drink first, I still have a few tables of guests below me who need to be greeted, after a while, a few of you have eaten almost, I will come up to tell you a few more about the meeting of the Bacchus Village, do you think it is okay?"

Gu Cheng felt justified when he heard this, so he said: "It's so good, there is a second brother Lao." Xiao Erxing bowed and stepped back.

Du Wu hurriedly picked up a pot of wine, poured a glass for his uncle and brother, and then poured himself a full glass. He raised his glass and said, "Senior uncle, senior brother, Wu'er respects you two." Without waiting for the two to answer, he raised his head and drank it all. I only felt that the throat was clear, and a line of fire went straight into the stomach, but the teeth and cheeks flowed. He shouted "good wine, good wine". Seeing Gu Cheng, he couldn't help but shake his head, and also picked up the wine glass and tasted it. Murong Feng didn't drink it. This Du Wu has only drunk the local wine brewed by the villagers of Dujia Village since he was a child. Now that I have drunk these 30 years of good wine, I am naturally forgetful.

Gu Cheng said: "Don't patronize and drink, Wu'er also eat some dishes, Feng'er should eat too." As he spoke, he picked up a green vegetable with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste it slowly. Only then did Murong Feng pick up the chopsticks and eat them gently. Du Wu directly broke off a chicken leg with his hand, and smiled, revealing the tiger teeth on his lips. Put the chicken thigh in your mouth and chew a big bite, only to feel that the chicken is fat but not greasy, smooth and elastic, full of juice, full of fragrance. I couldn't help but shout, "This chicken leg is delicious," he said, poured himself another glass of wine, and drank the chicken leg.

Suddenly, I heard a few sneers from next door. The crowd didn't care.

Du Wu ate all the chicken thighs, picked up another piece of fish, and put it in his mouth. I felt that the fish meat was moderately salty, soaked in soup, slightly sweet in the mouth, but there were no thorns. A bite of fish meat is indescribably hearty and sweet. Then he praised again: "I only said that the chicken leg is already the best delicacy, but this fish is even better, and it can float a lot!"

At this time, there were a few sneers from next door, and then a voice said: "This chicken will also be fine, but it is raised with grain, and it grows faster, and the chicken lacks chewiness." The best thing to eat in a chicken is not the drumsticks, but the tips of the wings. As for this fish, it is still necessary to cook it, but eating fish is the most particular about a fresh word, this fish has been fished from the river to now, at least half a day, although it has been put in the water to feed, until it is slaughtered before cooking, after all, it has lost its spirituality, and the taste is a point worse. Some people think it's the best in the world, ridiculous, ridiculous. When he finished speaking, he was silent again.

Gu Cheng heard the voice next door, clearly saying that Du Wu didn't know how to eat. But after the voice had finished a few words, there was no answer, and it was inconvenient to answer. Du Wu didn't care, continued to eat and drink, and in a moment he had already eaten half of the chicken, drank up a pot of wine, and picked up a second pot of wine.