My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 228 Spitting Fragrance
After the two of Liu Mingzhi returned to the Gongyuan, as expected, everyone had already exchanged cups and cups.

However, most of the people who can drink the drinks from the reception pull are famous people.

"Master Qi, you will be lucky in the future. With such a son-in-law, I am afraid that this kind of fine wine can satisfy the desire of the tongue all the time."

Zhao Fengshou brushed off the hops from his beard, looked enviously at Qi Run, who was also tasting wine, and his words were full of jealousy.

Qi Run smiled wryly: "Master Zhao was just joking, I also took this opportunity to get two bowls of good wine to drink, don't look at Zhi'er as the young master of the Liu family, but he took out so much good wine all at once. I'm afraid that he will already be drenched with the dog blood that I scolded in his heart."

Li Yugang put down his wine glass, shook his head, pointed at Qi Run and laughed: "You are self-aware, the expression on that kid's face when he left the tribute courtyard makes me want to laugh now, even though he is so rich, he still looks like a miser. "

Qi Run chuckled twice and sighed silently without answering.

Glancing at Liu Dashao, Qi Run, who had a mournful face and a gloomy face, his expression was complicated: "Silly boy, my father-in-law is doing it for your own good. The autumn will be held in the next year. Zhao Fengshou is a member of the official department. The Ministry of Officials is here to preside over it, can you suffer if you please him? He has a few good words and you don’t know how much effort you will spend in the capital.”

I have to say that Qi Run has done a pretty good job as a father-in-law, and started to pave the way for his son-in-law right after the end of Qiuwei. What the Ministry of Officials said was right, and it would not hurt to deal with the officials of the Ministry of Officials more.

All of this is the work of Qi Run's predecessors. In the face of sufficient qualifications, no matter how smart a person is, he has to recognize the reality. There are people in the court who are easy to handle, otherwise there will be no sentence that can last for a long time without interruption. There are people on it.

However, Qi Run himself might not have thought that the value of drinks that Liu Mingzhi brought from welcoming guests this time was as high as 3000 taels, otherwise he would have understood why Young Master Liu had such an expression.

3000 taels, that's only the salary of the governor of Shangzhou for a year and a half, and of course the extra income is not counted.

First Young Master Liu sat down in his seat and glanced at his father-in-law resentfully, the meaning in his eyes was clear. Besides, father-in-law, you really screwed me over.

Qi Run pretended not to see Liu Mingzhi's expression, his eyes drifted away, thinking that he had been working in Jinling for three years and was about to be transferred soon, he was really reluctant to part with this bustling Jinling.

Blindfolded, Peng Huan took the wine glass from the yamen servant's hand, sniffed it under his nose, and smiled with satisfaction: "At least 30 years of aging will have such a strong cellar aroma."

Unable to stop the seduction of the wine worm in his stomach, Peng Huan drank the wine in the glass without making any comments. Peng Huan looked intoxicated after the entrance of the fine wine: "Long aftertaste, good wine, really good wine! Peng Huan knows What kind of wine is there, change it!"

Silently writing down the name of the drink, Peng Huan rinsed his mouth with water and began to taste the next glass of fine wine.

Yan Huai'an also took the fine wine handed over by the yamen servant, sniffed it, and then drank it in one gulp: "It is delicious, like drinking nectar, and the sauce is pure."

After savoring carefully, Yan Huai'an put down his wine glass: "Change!"

"The aroma is tangy, the mouth is full of fragrance, change!"

"Elegant and delicate, plump and mellow, fragrant on the lips and teeth, change!"

"Spicy but still mellow, soft and greasy but like a churning river, good wine, change!"

The people in the audience pushed and changed glasses, and the people on the stage were not idle. The two of them distinguished the names of the wines on the table by their sense of smell and taste.

After a while, Peng Huan tore off the silk cloth over his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to the glare of the light, and then began to moisten his pen and write on the paper.About halfway through Peng Huan's writing, Yan Huai'an also tore off the silk cloth from his eyes, and after getting used to the light for a while, he began to moisten his pen and write.

After a few breaths, the two put down the pen and ink in their hands, looked at each other, and then exchanged the paper in their hands.

Peng Huan looked at the paper in Yan Huai'an's hand and smiled playfully: "Unexpectedly, brother Yan is also a master of wine, and the name in Peng Huan's hand is exactly the same."

Compared to Peng Huan's playful look, Yan Huai'an's expression was a little unnatural, and he sighed silently, Yan Huai'an put down the paper in his hand and said bluntly: "Yan Huai'an lost, brother Peng is the one who really loves wine, Yan is ashamed of himself. "

"What? Lost? How is it possible? Didn't Peng Huan say it? They guessed the same wine name, how could they lose?"

"That's right, Brother Yan wouldn't deliberately release water, right? Could it be that he has some shady dealings with the Jin people?"

Originally, Qi Run and the others on the high platform who were still pushing cups and changing cups also looked at Yan Huai'an who had surrendered automatically, wondering what happened, why did he admit defeat so well?

Yan Huai'an didn't argue, picked up two pieces of paper from the table, walked down to the high platform and handed them to the Yamen servants, asking him to submit them to Qi Run and others to watch.

Although Qi Run and the others were puzzled, they patiently took the paper handed over by the yamen servant and looked at it. For a moment, Qi Run and the others looked at the difference on the paper in astonishment.

Compared to the piece of paper written by Yan Huai'an that only had the name of the wine on it, the piece of paper written by Peng Huan actually clearly marked the year of the wine. This alone shows that Peng Huan's understanding of wine is better than Yan Huai'an's How many.

Although unwilling, Qi Run and Zhao Fengshou had nothing to do, their skills were not as good as others, although they did not specify whether to mark the year of the wine, but in the competition, these were all within the competition, their skills were not as good as others, and the loss was not wronged.

But Zhao Fengshou called Liu Mingzhi to the high platform with the last chance of luck, and asked him to look at the paper in his hand: "You chose the drinks, I don't know the year, is that right?"

There was hope in Zhao Fengshou's eyes, as long as Liu Mingzhi shook his head and denied it, Peng Huan would not only be unable to win but would be self-defeating.

Liu Mingzhi compared it carefully, and found that the year written on the paper was exactly the same as the year that the shopkeeper said. Liu Mingzhi pursed his lips and glanced at Peng Huan, he was a real wine lover.

Anyway, whether you can tell the type of sake by yourself is another matter. Anyway, it’s the same taste when you drink it by yourself, not to mention that you can predict the time when you drink it in your mouth. Is this mouth an instrument?What a wonder!

Looking at Zhao Fengshou who looked hopeful, Liu Mingzhi shook his head regretfully: "It's exactly the same as what was recorded when it left the warehouse."

"My lord, Yan Huai'an is incompetent!"

"It's okay, there are strange people in most of the world, it's not wrong to lose, it's not wrong!" Although Zhao Fengshou was helpless, he could only comfort Yan Huai'an in a deep voice.

It would be a great sin to know that a single sentence of yours might ruin a student's future, causing him to be brooding and unable to recover from a setback.

"Thank you, sir!" Yan Huai'an retreated to his seat in frustration.

Everyone's complexion is not good, and the joy of winning three games in a row has been diluted a lot, why are they happy, they have already been pulled back by Jin Guoshi, and if they lose another game, they will be equal.

No one can guarantee that the next competition will definitely win. Everyone drank the rare wine and tasted dull, and the atmosphere became a little heavy for a while.

"Peng Huan, a scholar from the Kingdom of Jin, won the wine tasting competition."

Holding Qianlixiang in his hand, Wan Yang took a sip, looked at Young Master Liu who was sitting back in his seat, and raised his glass with a smile.

"xxxxxxxxxxxx!" Liu Mingzhi silently read a few words!
Wan Yang frowned and looked at a man in black beside him: "You understand lip language, what did Liu just say?"

The man in black looked at Wan Yang with a tangled expression: "Commander, forget it! Your subordinates dare not say anything!"

"Forgive your innocence, say!"

"Commander, the subordinates really dare not say it!"

"I order you to say it!"

The man in black swallowed his saliva and said a few words softly: "Drafting sister, the villain has no chance to succeed." After saying these words, the man in black trembled all over, and he nodded and lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look at Wan Yang. complexion.

(End of this chapter)