Hu Yuheng smiled slightly and said, "Mr. There is only one kind of wine, where do you need to distinguish it?"

He Rufeng didn't expect him to be so good at wine, and was slightly surprised: "Oh, it's a kind of wine, so why does Brother Hu Xian say that my wine is blended?"

Hu Yuheng saw that he asked knowingly, and he didn't beat around the corner. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info said: "Although there is one kind of wine, the vintage is different. If you guess correctly, the old man's wine should be a mixture of three kinds of Fenjiu. ”

He Rufeng thought that he could only guess that his wine was made with Fenjiu of different years, but he would have thought that he could even tell the quantity. When he was curious, he asked, "Oh, since Brother Xian knows wine so well, why don't you tell me, which three kinds of wine I make of?"

Although Hu Yuheng knew that his wine contained three different flavors, it was not easy to tell the vintage of these three wines without tasting them. At that moment, he arched his hand and said, "I forgive you for your shallow knowledge, and you can't be aged from the smell of this wine." ”

He Rufeng wanted to know what kind of knowledge he had in wine. At that moment, he pulled out the stopper of the gourd, took a tea bowl in his hand, and said, "It's okay, you can taste two bites first, and then it's not too late to say the vintage." ”

Both of them are connoisseurs of wine, and when it comes to wine at this time, it is naturally endless. However, Ling Yun and the others were laymen, so they had to watch the two talk. In this wine, you can only listen to the two of them to understand a little.

Hu Yuheng was not polite to him, picked up the tea bowl at the moment, and did not drink it immediately. Instead, he leaned his nose closer to the mouth of the bowl and sniffed it a few times. Then he said: "The old gentleman is reluctant, and ten years of Fenjiu are actually used to make wine, and I admire it." ”

He Rufeng heard him say the taste of wine, and his heart was already very excited. As Hu Yuheng said, his own wine accounts for more than half of the ten years of Fenjiu. Seeing that he only smelled the smell, he said the year of the wine, and he wished for rebirth. I just hope that he can tell the vintage of the other two wines, so that he will not have a wine discussion with him in vain.

saw that Hu Yuheng just smelled the wine and didn't drink it. Immediately urged: "You can taste it, and see if you can guess the other two?" Hu Yuheng saw that he had an anxious look, so he took a sip of wine.

It's just that after he finished drinking, he didn't talk to He Rufeng about the taste of the wine. Instead, he closed his eyes and savored the taste of the wine.

When He Rufeng saw him like this, he knew that he was an expert in drinking. Ordinary people drink alcohol, no matter how good or bad the wine is, they always drink it in their mouths. The purpose is also much simpler than wine tasting, just to buy a drunk. Wine tasting, on the other hand, is different. A person who can really taste wine will first look at the color of the wine, and then smell the aroma of the wine. At the end of the day, it's time to drink.

Drinking is not about drinking in one sip, but about savoring the ingredients in the wine. Some of the best master sommeliers can tell you what the wine is made and what ingredients are used after just one sip. The vintage of the wine is the most basic thing.

He Rufeng saw that he was enjoying his face, and stared at Hu Yuheng with a pair of eyes. I just hope that after he tastes the wine, he can guess the ingredients of the wine he blended.

It's just that the three wines of He Rufeng seem to be extremely difficult to guess. After a long time, Hu Yuheng still closed his eyes and savored the danger in the wine.

Just when He Rufeng was about to sit still, Hu Yuheng opened his eyes and said: "The old gentleman is really a person who can enjoy it, in this wine, ten years of Fenjiu accounts for seventy percent, and two percent of it is three years of Fenjiu." And one percent ......"

He Rufeng saw that he said that the score was not bad, and there was already a burst of ecstasy in his heart. But seeing that he didn't say the last wine, his heart was impatient again. At the moment, he asked, "How old is Yicheng?"

Hu Yuheng shook his head and said: "There is such a treasure in the world, it is a pity that the old gentleman actually used him to exchange wine." ”

He Rufeng looked at him, as if he already knew the last vintage of wine. Regardless of his reproach, he asked, "There is still one percent, can you guess it?"

He thought that Hu Yuheng already knew the year of this wine, and what he said was just to adjust his appetite. There was already a look of anticipation on his face, just waiting for him to tell the vintage of the wine.

After he finished asking, he saw Hu Yuheng shaking his head and said, "Forgive me for being clumsy, I can't taste this last year." ”

He Rufeng saw that his guess was good, and he was greatly disappointed. This last wine is the essence of the whole wine. If you can't guess it, even if the first two guesses are exactly the same, it doesn't mean much.

And what disappointed him the most was not because Hu Yuheng couldn't guess the last vintage. On the contrary, it is because Hu Yuheng guessed the amount of wine he blended, as well as the years of the first two wines. He Rufeng had some expectations in his heart, hoping that he could tell all the ingredients of the wine he had mixed with.

It was precisely because of this expectation that he heard Hu Yuheng unable to say the year of the last wine, which caused the contrast. He shook his head, sighed, and stopped talking to Hu Yuheng.

His kind of mind is actually understandable, if he didn't have such expectations for Hu Yuheng before. Maybe Hu Yuheng couldn't guess this last taste of wine, and he was not so disappointed. Just as he really drank in front of Ling Yun and the others, Ling Yun and the others didn't understand the way of drinking, so he didn't expect Ling Yun and the two to be able to tell the truth of his wine.

And when Hu Yuheng smelled the aroma of wine, he knew that his wine was blended. By this time, he could not count the vintage of the last wine. The contrast produced by this is the most unacceptable to him.

Hu Yuheng saw that he was unhappy, and knew that he had not been able to tell the year of the last wine, which made him unhappy. He immediately said: "It's not that I can't guess, it's just that this wine is too precious to taste in the next place." ”

Seeing He Rufeng suddenly raised his head and looked at himself, he knew that he had just said what he was thinking. He continued: "If you guess correctly, the last wine is either twenty-five years old or more than thirty years old. I have been fortunate enough to have tasted Fenjiu for 20 years, but I have not been blessed to enjoy it for more than 20 years. It is precisely because of this that he did not dare to speak falsely in order to devalue the value of the old man's wine. ”

Twenty-five years and thirty years are only five years apart, but for a wine that is more than 20 years old, the value of a wine will be doubled with an extra year. Jumping over the threshold of 30 years, the value of a year will be doubled. To the uninitiated, these may just be insignificant. But for a person who understands wine, there is a world of difference.

He Rufeng listened to him tell him the approximate year of the wine, and listened to him explain the reason why he couldn't guess the last wine. Originally, he was unhappy, but he suddenly laughed a flower.

He smiled and said: "Your kid really has a little knowledge, yes, this last wine is twenty-five years old." Why, can the old man drink it like this, and can also drink the taste of 20 years of Fenjiu?" )